The engine roars to life, as he presses on the gas pedal.  He looks out his window at the other drivers. The horn blares. The race has begun.

He stomps on the pedal, and he’s out of there. As he flies across the race track, he sees out of his mirror, the black cars chasing him. One car was right at his tail, if it just turned a little bit than he would be flying threw the air and crashing into the mountains. That of course is what happened. While he flew threw the air, he knew he probably wouldn’t come out alive. He wouldn’t see his family again. He crashed into the wall with such force, that as later people said ” You couldn’t tell it was even still a car.”

I look over at the clock from my brother playing a video game. ” Time for dinner,”  I say.

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