hisokun
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The street is flashing, neon lights diagonally creating spheres around the area. Vanessa's eyes travel from the road to the skyscrapers, reflecting the lights bursting with color on the street. Cars are parked in various places. She can see Audis, Mustangs, Chevrolets, and even Maseratis lounging on the curbs. The cars are newly furnished, prepared especially for this competition. Men are drinking beer, their arms slung on the girls around them. She's hiding herself - quite lamely - under her hoodie, when she spots the screen. A list of players are being shown, along with their ages and experiences and even car ownerships.
A guy is about to walk toward her when she immediately ducks out of the way.
See, this is the thing about her sneaking out: she's never done this before. She's been pampered her whole life. Her father refuses to let her catch a glimpse of the excitement and rhapsody he's been experiencing, which is kind of unfair, honestly. She wants to race. She wants to get behind the wheel, her hands firm, her fingers curled around the frame. She wants to feel her blood rushing in urgency inside her, signalling the risks and outcomes of what she's doing.
But her father is cautious. The only problem is that she's not.
She tries her hardest not to be seen, but when she hears the gun and the engines getting ready, she hastily runs toward the railings, separating the street from the sidewalk. Her eyes widen with excitement as she stares at the cars roaring with life, its sound spreading like wildfire toward her toes. The screen flashes again, showing the names of the two competitors.
She wants this - and she'll make sure that she'll get it.
@Telios
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