Who Knew?

New Racer?

Chapter One

Today is the Saturday before my senior year starts, and I am waking at seven in the morning. I am an early bird on race days, because I have to make sure my car is in tip-top shape for the race today.

“Vikki, you better get to work on your car or you are going to lose.” My dad teased from the other side of my bedroom door.

“I’m up daddy, just need to get dressed.” I said and started to finally roll out of my queen bed with an Incredible Hulk comforter set.

The Incredible Hulk is my favorite Avenger super hero, because he lives a double life. Which is what I do, none of my friends know I race and I plan to keep it that way for as long as I can.

I walked to my closet and pressed the button that was behind a monster poster and watched as my high school life clothes turned and my racing clothes came to view. I went to the lime green dresser that had a black monster symbol on it and opened the drawer to grab my favorite pair of oil stained, holy jeans and a white wife beater. I slipped it over my sports bra and boxer shorts for girls before going outside to the garage that held my cherry, red Ferrari and my absolute baby of a car, a 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse. 

When I first bought Allie, she had a busted engine, but I fixed her up all by myself, with all of my own money, from my first race ever. She now has a v8 engine, the ability to hold up to four cans of nitrous, and calls everyone’s attention. She is an electric blue, and my baby girl.

I changed out the nos, made sure to check there were no leaks or wire cut. I have had some people do that before a race. Did not end very well for them though. I pulled the car out of the garage, once everything was in perfect condition.

I washed my car then waxed it twice which took nearly two hours. Once I thought my car was in glorious shape I went inside to get ready for the race myself.

I started with a shower, then went to make-up. Which consisted of light concealer, smokey eyeshadow, black eyeliner, mascara, and some clear lip gloss. The eyeshadow really makes my grey eyes pop. I finally went to my racing closet and picked out another one of my favorite racing outfits. A pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a yellow tank top, black short leather jacket, and my favorite black leather boots. 

“Come on dad, I need you to be there to collect the prize money at the end of the race.” I said walking into the living room.

My dad’s much younger girlfriend Stacey is sitting on his lap. Ever since she moved in she became whiney, needy, and a total bitch. She also thinks she owns the pace. Little does she know I will always come first. Do not get me wrong I am happy that my dad is happy, but with this little number I would say he is having a mid-life crisis.

“Babe, don’t go.” she whined of course, and has the guts to poke out her lip like I do when I really want something.

“Sorry Stacey, but I have to. She needs my support.” daddy says while standing up with her. I am pretty much a spitting image of my dad apart from my mom’s curves and eyes.

“But then I will be lonely.” she continued.

“Oh, pull your lip in before you trip over it. Dad I will meet you in the car.” I said walking away from the couple getting ready to kiss.

I sat in my eclipse waiting for my dad, for nearly five minutes before he finally came outside. He got in giving me a guilty half smile. I laughed and began the drive to the track.

“So who exactly challenged me today?” I asked switching down a gear as I came to a stop light. 

“Not entirely sure. Some guy from Georgia. Name is Caden Brown.” he said looking at an email on his phone. I shrugged it off and pulled into my racing spot.