3!
2!
1!
Another day.
Another race.
The crowd cheers.
Taffyta boasts and talks trash.
Vanellope knows predictability.
Just as she knows the trick of every track.
The jawbreakers that fall in threes.
The number of turns and how sharp they are.
The best places to glitch.
The optimal speed to drive at to win.
Each race is dull, even sleep-inducing.
Her nights with Ralph are no better.
He is her best friend, her hero sure, but too content with the familiar, the safe.
Too content with monotony.
She wants to feel the unknown, to never know what happens next.
