Memories Out Of Sight

I got into my car and turned it on, revving the engine. My challenger pulled up next to me, looking at me, a little fear in his eyes.

I'd be scared if I were him, as well. Going against me wasn't very easy.

As an undefeated street racer, I laughed at him. He was no match for me.

The slutty girl that always starts the races, stepped forward, holding up her scarf. She then raised the other scarf. The guy in the car next to me stopped staring at me, in fear and looked at the road ahead of him. After that, both scarves came flying down.

I pushed the gas pedal to the floor and was immediately beating him.

There were a lot of twists and turns on the designated 'track' area.

He was gaining on me. I must've changed the gears six times before I found which gear fit for that time. I had finally lost him.

That's when I saw the finish line to the small 'track'.

I thought I lost him, but I didn't.

He gained on me once again and slammed into the side of my car. Multiple times. After about the eighth time, my car lost control and spun out.

Then my vision blurred,

and it all went dark.