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Street Racing

"Okay," Vanessa says. She begins to drive back to her house, but she can't shake off the feeling that Tyrako is mad.
 
Tyrako got out of his GTR and went into the house. Kelas came out to greet him before they started to talk.
 
"My dad," she explains, sighing. "He caught me racing. He's locked me up in my room. I'm sorry, Tyrako. I can't go."
 
"I don't know . . ." She looks at the locked door. She doesn't even have her keys anymore. "Probably not. I'm sorry."
 
"Then we are on our own then... Anyways, thanks for helping." Tyrako said before hanging up, getting his car to the starting line.
 
When Tyrako ends the call, Vanessa only sighs, slumping back on the bed. It isn't long before she starts to cry. "I wasn't supposed to race in the first place."
 
The race luckily went well for Tyrako and Kelas. Tyrako had a few hiccups in the race but he went through. They got the prize money and went home to rest.
 
Her father continues to put her lockdown. She hasn't eaten anything since last night. Even if she were to sneak out, Tyrako would never forgive her.
 
When her phone vibrates, she opens it to find Tyrako's text. She smiles a little. 'Yeah, me too. Sorry I kind of bailed out.'
 
'I'll try to sneak out, but I don't want you guys to hope or anything. You can perfectly do it without me, though.'
 

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