Catch Me If You Can

The roar of the engine sends tingles down my spine as I slam on my clutch, shift gears and slam on the gas. Just like the fuel ignites the engine, the adrenaline ignites my heart. Speed was my own personal drug. Flying down the curved roads around the mountain made me feel alive.

I looked at my rearview mirror and saw headlights closing in.

"Catch me if you can," I whispered.

"Slow down," his deep voice commanded.

I stepped on the gas.

"Slow. Down," he repeated.

"Slow isn't in my vocabulary," I roared.

"You're gonna kill us," he finally said as he sat straighter in his seat and held onto the handle.

I tackled the curve smoothly. I briefly looked at him and smirked.

"You and your killer curves," he chuckled.

My name is Kaleigh Holden, and his name is Xavier Storm. And this is the story of how one race changed our lives.