Chapter 1: Stormy Day
17-year-old Storm McQueen raced down the stairs, furiously.
"Don't run down the stairs", Sally Carrera said in her motherly tone.
"Moooooooooooooom!" Storm started in a calm careless tone, but ended in a growl.
"Yes?"
"You took my laptop," Storm replied angrily.
Sally said nothing, and continued washing the dishes.
"Mom, give it back…,"Storm tried to remain calm.
Sally looked up from her dishes. "Why do you want to look up those old races anyway?"
"Those weren't just races. They were Dad's races."
Sally winced at the word races. She looked back down at her dishes, but she could barely hold the plates, her hands were trembling so much.
"W-why don't you go to one of your friends' houses, or-or something", she said trying to lighten up the mood.
"Uhhh!" Storm groaned. "You never listen to me!" He stomped back up the stairs and slammed his room door.
Sally dropped the dishes, and cried out, "Storm! Come back down here now!"
She sighed and sat down on her cushiony sofa. She put her hand on her face and sighed again. She clutched a picture from the coffee table and stared at a picture of Storm and Lightning, having ice cream cones in his race car. Her thumb rubbed the picture of Lightning.
She teared up, "I'm trying…that was the deal", she said undertone and held the photo close to her chest.