Speed-y

~Suspended~

I removed my helmet from my head as I got out of my car, slamming the door shut. My racing jumpsuit feeling somewhat itchy all of a sudden as I was sweating all over."What the f*ck were you doing out there?!", My coach yelled at me."You were supposed to break and take the turn, why the hell did you slow down!. F*cking sh*t!".

Every one else in the crew looked at me with pity as my teammate also jumped in the car going to finish up the last race.

"I-I don't know. Maybe the car-", That was the n-th time I've blamed my coming in 7the place out of 10, on the car.

"Bullsh*t!", He yelled and I hung my head low, not wanting to look to his seething face. I could see his converse covered feet though. They were pacing about, he was obviously impatient of my performance this summer.

I saw his leg suddenly come to a halt. His feet still facing mine. I slowly looked up to see his hands on his hips and eyes facing the ground. Obviously in disappointment.

"I've asked you again and again. Is there something going on at home?", He asked and I shook my head.

I lived alone with my elder brother. My parents in a totally different country managing their small time business which was a success by now.

"Then why are your performance rate dropping. It's like you've lost your head out of the game". He whined and I honestly didn't know what to say to that.

My eyes fell to the ground again not wanting to look at his dissatisfied face as he sighed."You're suspended".

As he said that I felt like I was hit with a bolt."What?!", My head flew up as I followed his fast paced legs to the direction of the inside garage."What are you saying?. I love to race. I will perform better. Pls don't suspend me".

"My decision is final, Yasmin. It's a 2 month suspension", He said and I couldn't help the lone tear that fell from my eyes. I heard a sigh from him."Look...", I did as told. "Take this as time to get back into the game. The races are still happening and you were one of our star racers but with your performance now. Even Carly's better.", I cringed at his comparison."I have a reason, I walked up to you and gave you my card. I saw potential and I'm still gonna need you for the finals as long as you up your game.". He told me.

I looked to the gigantic TV screen to see Jason who was in third of ten cars now and people cheering him on"How would I be trained?".

"I don't think any one of us has time for now. Maybe you should take a break, come back next month and lemme see what you got", He said and honestly I lost hope then. I don't think I'd ever be able to race as I used to.

I kicked a small stone as I tucked my hands in my jumpsuit pocket.

"Look. I made the best decision for the team. We can't lose our sponsors", He told me and I nodded.

"Thank you, Mr Walter", I smiled at him and he gave me a smile back.

"Told you a billion times. Call me Paul. I'm not that old", he chuckled and I smiled at the man who soon disappeared into his office.

I walked out to see, Jason who just got out of the race car and dropped his helmet on the top. Everyone high fived his as he had gotten 2nd place. He turned to me and dropped his gloved hands down knowing I don't shake hands with the opposite gender.

"What did he say?", His blue eyes shun with curiosity and I shrugged my shoulders hands still in pocket.

"I got suspended till the finals", I told him and his eyes widened in surprise.

"In the middle of games!", He said.

"Yh, we can't loose sponsors". I scrunched my fave in disgust.

Darn, Sponsors!.