Lando Norris entered the F1 in 2019, and with that, the story started. Alison Norris, Lando's twin sister, visits her brother a lot. The siblings had a pact, she could never date his friends, so F1 drivers were definitely out of thought for her. But when she and Charles look at each other it all seems to change. That's why this story exists. If you want to read how their story started and how it's going 3 years later, just go ahead and read.

Esmée, une jeune pianiste, rencontre Pierre Gasly à une soirée mondaine où elle assure la scène. Esmée Da Costa X Pierre Gasly © @Akhe59

Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

She was one of a kind. An exceptional racer. But she would have to prove herself against all odds. As a mechanic came up to me to strap me in, I tried to seem as confident as possible but as the men on track suddenly started to grab their stuff and leave, I forced myself to breathe deeply and pull myself together hoping that the formation lap would calm me down. Luckily it did. The revving of the engine and the slight vibrations made my heart go back to its normal pace and my thoughts came to a halt as the first red light came on. Two Lights. I readjusted my feet on the pedals. Three Lights. I took a deep breath. Four Lights. My Hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Five Lights. It seemed that the time stopped. I let out a long breath. Lights Out. I stepped onto the throttle. Hey there! I hope you're all doing well. Please be kind since this is my first Peace of fiction I'm writing and feel free to Point out any Grammar Errors. English isn't my first language so I'm happy About any Kinds of tipps. The characters and timeline aren't real and the People in this Story are from my Imagination! Have fun!