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The beginning of the end

"Ready…Set…..Go" screamed the announcer as dropped my foot off the clutch and onto the accelerator. Nothing in the world compared the raw power of street racing. With ease I charged in front of the 9 other racers as half of them started to use their NOS.

"Noobs" I muttered with a smile as I watched them overtake me then fall behind again when the Nos ran out. Only four people were left in the actual race yet judging by the way three of them drove, I was going to win. The fourth person drove with an almost cocky attitude, seeming to emit spoilt brat through the air.

With a grin in their direction which I knew they couldn't see because of the tinted windows, I pressed my NOS and rocketed in front, passing the finish line 4 cars lengths ahead. I had been the best for 2 years now, ever since I turned 15 and finally nicked my first car. I had lost it but had gained a deeper understanding of the racing world. After that, I trained and trained and trained, never once getting caught by the cops but always on high alert.

With a gleeful laugh, I stepped out of the car in my cargo pants and tight black singlet, my signature clothes. I was met by the usual crowd of cheering fans and I welcomed it, liking the fact that I was good at something. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't dumb.

"What's up Kat" Hector said as he approached me, a large grin on his face.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Katelyn Columbia, aged 17. I am a brunette with hair that goes to the small of my back, I had bright green eyes that had a sparkle to them like I was constantly scheming which I was but nobody knew. I as a fit girl with a toned body and long tan legs, I was what every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.

I knew I was good looking, don't get me wrong, but I hated it when guys came to me for sex, something I would never do. At the moment I was in Miami racing anyone who stepped forward. My car was nothing special. It was a modified RX-7 with a killer engine and 2 large tanks of NOS. I had won it in my second race and ever since then I had dedicated my teenage hood to making it my dream car. It was done in neo green and black, my favourite colour combo and it had helped me beat everyone. My other baby was my CB92 Benly super motorbike. It was done in blue and black and was even more precious to me then my car.

I walked around, talking to the occasional person but mostly looking at the cars. Most racers in Miami believed muscle beat export every time but I had proved that with the modifications, the beautiful exterior of an export car could carry a powerful engine and become a force to be reckoned with.

I passed a group of men, expecting them to leave me alone but that was not to be the case as one of the boys decided he was going to push his luck and cop a feel. I spun around and glared at him before punching him in the stomach, in the face and finally ending with a duck, spinning around with my leg out to trip him over. Straightening up I saw him on the ground looking at me with surprise while everyone smirked at the new kid's foolishness. Everyone knew not to try anything with me because they would end up on the floor faster than they could blink.

"COPS! COPS! SCATTER" cried a voice from one of the patrol cars as they listened to the cops zoning in. people everywhere scattered to cars, I took off at a run towards my car which I noticed with a rising fear was on the other side of the lot. Without me touching it, it purred to life and took off. I stared with an incredulous expression as someone took my car.

"FUCK" I screamed as I made a run for the alleyway, trying to miss detection. I felt a pair of headlights on me as a cop car zoomed in, focussed on the stragglers which pretty much consisted of me and some of the racer chasers.

"Stop" was yelled over the microphone, spurring me to go faster. The cops must have figured out I was one of the racers because the sped up, bypassing the racer chasers and coming after me instead.

With a light step, I jumped onto one of the dumpsters, swinging on a pole and threw myself onto the building beside me. This seemed to provoke the coppers to do something because next thing I know, I am being chased on foot by 2 policemen, each looking fitter then the ones I usually have on my tail.

"Stop now and co-operate or this is only going to go down worse for you Katelyn" yelled one of the guys. I knew that it was one of my dad's friends and I had met him a couple of times. He seemed nice enough but not enough to make me stop leaping across buildings and dodging whatever was in my path.

"Sorry Tony, I got places to be and people to see, maybe next time" I yelled over my shoulder, smirking then I heard a cuss and the sound of feet pounding against the concrete.

I knew I had to get past the strip club in order for the police to loose me as there were so many people milling around near there that it was impossible to locate someone unless they wanted to be found which I did not. Only a couple more buildings to go I told myself as I made the final leap onto the roof…straight into another police officers arm.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me" I screamed as I tried to escape his grip. I felt arms wrap around my torso as I was lifted off the ground. Any other time this would have been funny as my 6 ft. frame was not light and I was taller than the guy trying to get me to stop struggling. I was NOT going down with a fight and I made sure everyone knew this.

I felt Tony come up behind me and whisper "if you stop struggling, I'll see what I can do to help but continue and I will let them at you." I knew this was a threat and I wasn't stupid enough to not believe him so with one final kick at the guy holding me, I relaxed and became limp, a dead weight.

"I cannot believe it, what did you do to her?" questioned my guy as he stared at me with suspicion, waiting for me to lash out. Tony grabbed me and started to pull me along, down a ladder and into the police cruiser.

"Where are we going?" I ground out in distaste as one of my usual fat policemen got into the car and sneered at me before starting it up and heading to god knows where.

"Well if I get things my way you're going to jail missy" he sneered, turning to watch my expression, probably hoping to see a glimmer of fear. He was disappointed however when I stuck my finger up at him and kept my face emotionless, looking at Tony instead.

"We will talk about this when we get there but for now I suggest you sit tight and don't cause anymore mayhem" replied Tony. With a huff, I slumped back into my sit and started counting to amount of hair on the fat slobs head. Is it normal to have matched and tufts of hair? Is it normal to have a huge assed fucking wart right bang in the middle as well?"

Leaning forward slightly I stared at it, looking at the long hair coming out the top. With one slow hand, I moved my hand towards the wart wanting to touch it to see if it's real.

"Katelyn please do not poke it" said Tony, sighing; obviously having seen what had made me so quiet.

"Yea you're probably right, I don't know where that has been" I chuckled to myself, imagining the guy with his head down the toilet as I cackled madly. This mental image brought a huge grin to my face as I contemplated how I was going to get his fat ass alone and near a toilet. I could probably lure him in with a trail of doughnuts I mused as I stared thoughtfully at the mole.

When we got to the police station, Tony grabbed my arm and led me into a room, telling me to sit before heading out to talk to his superiors. I looked around, trying to find something to do when I saw pen and paper. With an evil grin on my face, I dismantled the pen and started to make spit balls. This all took 5 minutes and by then I was situated at the door.

It was a wonderful surprise when who else but the lovely slob of a policeman walked past first. Taking this opportunity, I spat the wad of slobbered on paper straight onto his face. He stopped and slowly reached up, peeling the gooey paper off his cheek before turning around and looking straight at the door I was pissing myself laughing behind. The look on his face was like that of a pug, a very angry pug. His whole face had squished up and his squinty eyes had narrowed.

Before he could make his way over, my dad and the Tony made their way over to my room and closed the door behind them, a comforting click as he door locked. "I'm sorry but if you stay in the country, you will be put in juvie. My superior has told me that I you can leave in the next 24hrs, and stay where ever you are for the next 6 months at least, all charges will be dropped. You stay and you got to juvie for 8 months and trust me, it's not pretty." Tony stated.

I turned and looked at dad, waiting to see what he had to say. "I am sending you to Tokyo, Japan where you can live with your cousin Rome for a little while" said my father. Now Rome isn't really my cousin, he's more of an adopted cousin. Him and I met at one of our family's get together and became instant best friends. He was like the big brother I never had. While I was 13 at the time, he was 17.

With a big grin I agreed. It wasn't too much of a punishment if I got to stay with Rome I decided. No this was going to be reeeeeaaaal fun, for me at least. "Yep, let's go" I cried as I hoisted my dad up. From the police station, he took me straight to the airport where I was to board my plane in exactly one hour. My dad was a very wealthy business man so he told me he was going to deposit 10 grand a week into my account to keep me 'afloat'. With a quick hug and kiss, I was on my way to Tokyo with nothing but my phone and IPod. I was going to fuck shit up.

First chapter, what do you think?