Dark_Psycho
Omen of Death
Street racing life was not just something to do. It was a life style and it started young. At 18 a girl who came from a rich family had asked for a fast car and decided to take it for a spin at street Racing.
The first time she did it. She was okay but got better with each run. She had now become the best of the best. She stood at the hood of her car that was open as people past. She smiled and flipped her long black hair. She was waiting on some new person to show up and ask where to park. Yeah she was only 18, but over the past few months she had become amazing at what she did. Her blue green eye's watched a few of the other driver's she shook her head and turned around looking at her engine to make sure it was in top shape."good luck tonight Panther" many said to her. She laughed and nods to them. She sighed and continued looking at her car.
Death to all betrayers
The first time she did it. She was okay but got better with each run. She had now become the best of the best. She stood at the hood of her car that was open as people past. She smiled and flipped her long black hair. She was waiting on some new person to show up and ask where to park. Yeah she was only 18, but over the past few months she had become amazing at what she did. Her blue green eye's watched a few of the other driver's she shook her head and turned around looking at her engine to make sure it was in top shape."good luck tonight Panther" many said to her. She laughed and nods to them. She sighed and continued looking at her car.
Death to all betrayers