Part 2
Tuesday 16th November 19:00. I wake up in the hospital and when I open my eyes there's a doctor and the first words he says is you're very luckily to be alive son, mum and dad gives me a dirty look. What are you doing street racing you bloody idiot she yells! Dad just tells her to just be thanking full for him to be alive. Yeah but he just 17 years old she screams. Debra he not a little boy anymore, tom how can you be so carm with him, we nearly lost him at the age of 17! She shouts i'd rather him go to the army to get killed instead of dyeing in a car. Dr says listen this boy has just got some cuts , but he better get it covered before it gets infected . 6 months later I join a street racing group called dk7 and they ask me do i race and i replied I used to until I got into a crash . he replied what your name , I replied tom jr , he replied well i going to teach you to drift i laughed drift what that going to do , he replies your see first you need a ride go and choose out of a Peugeot 206 or an 106 or that Citroen saxo , that Peugeot 106 looked like i seen it before