A.N: I know I probably shouldn't be writing another story but I've had this idea in the back of my head whenever I try to write for any other story so I decided just to get it out there hope everyone likes it.

Chapter One: I

Live To Race

"Hiccup!" I hear my mother yell. "Get out here. You're going to be late for school." She continues. "Okay, okay. I'm coming"I groan as I roll out of my bed. I look around to my clock where it reads 7:15. "Really mum I don't have to be at school for at least another hour!" I yell down the stairs. "Don't be like that with me. You always complain whenever I don't wake you, so get up and get ready for school." Mum replies. "Okay, sheesh I'll get ready," I say to myself. "I heard that" mum yells out.

I laugh to myself before jumping into the shower to get ready for school the warmth enveloping me feels amazing. I step out of the shower into the cool bite of the winter morning. I wipe the fog off the mirror and take a good look at myself. I don't look bad for a sixteen-year-old, decent build, lightly tanned with auburn hair and bright emerald green eyes. I dry the water out of my hair before getting into a pair of jeans with a white and blue t-shirt. I jump down the stairs two-step at a time. "Morning," I say as I pass my mum on my way out the door. I could only just hear her yell morning back.

I see my brother, Cameron, sitting in his black hellcat. It looks, sounds and feels amazing. My brother has a leaner build with blonde hair and electric blue eyes. I jog up to the car and open up the passenger side door. " You up for taking your brother to school?" I say with a grin already knowing the answer. "We're going the same place so why wouldn't I?" He replies with his trademark grin. It's a mix between a smile and a smirk, you can never tell which it is. "Don't know, I'm sure you'd find a reason,"I say. Hoping to get onto the topic of cars. "You ready for tonight?" He asks. I can't help but smile. "You bet," I reply without breaking the smile.

Tonight was the monthly races, it's where different groups would come together, show off their cars but most importantly, race. The races were everything from just for fun to slips. They were completely illegal but the organiser knows the local cops, so they tend to turn a blind eye. That's one of the benefits of being in a small town everyone knows everyone. The races are the only thing that happens in this town even worth mentioning. It feels like a ghost town, even though it's a couple thousand strong it still feels small.

It only took us a few minutes to get to school. We pulled into a car park close by and got out. I look around and see the typical groups, there were the jocks led by Scott and a few of his mates, he's known for bringing cars with high horsepower but having little control behind the wheel. Then you have the popular girls, that's led by Astrid she's known for her skill behind the wheel and fierce attitude. Then there are the trouble makers, they're led by Ruffnut and Tuffnut, whenever their racing you don't want to be on the road next to them because they will run you off the road. Then there's Fishlegs he's known for his conservative driving style. Then there's my brother and I. Cameron he's undefeated in the races. He races with his brain, he uses others weaknesses to his advantage and destroys the competition. Then there's me, I've been driving since I was ten but the only people who know are my family. I could beat my brother in a race flat out but I can't race until I get my own car, my brother won't let me race his and no one at school knows I race soo.

I begin to walk towards the school doors until my brother stops me. "We going to the garage tonight?" He asks looking into my eyes. "Yeah, why wouldn't we?" I reply with a smirk. "Don't know but you'd fix a reason." He says as he ruffles my hair and walks through the doors. I was about to walk through but I get knocked forward onto the ground. "What's up squirt?" Said a deep male voice. I'd know that voice anywhere. "What do you want Scott?" I growl. I really couldn't be bothered with Scott, he's not only the leader of the Jocks but he's also my number one bully. "Ooh, well don't you have an attitude today?" He says in a sarcastic tone. I pull myself up and begin to walk away but he grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me back. "Where do you think you're going squirt?" He says as he puts a jab into my side. I crumple into a ball and wait for it to end. Blow after blow. Kick after kick, it went on for what felt like hours of endless torture but in truth was only a few minutes. I just waited for Scott to get bored and leave. Eventually, he did but not before leaving me with a bruised body. I stayed like that curled up as my body felt like it wanted to shut down. I slowly unraveled and pulled myself up onto my feet. My whole body feels like it was alit with the fires from hell. I slowly hobble my way to my locker and pull out my books ready as I'll ever be to get the school day over with.

The first few classes were easy, I started with math which I find comes to me like an ocean breeze. It's the same with physics it just seems to make sense. Then I had English, that is probably the hardest class for me. Everything else just makes sense. I walk towards the cafeteria to get lunch. I see Scott in the hallway and decide to make a detour. I walk the long way round to the cafeteria. I begin to think about the races tonight. I can't help but love the sound of custom cars revving their engines so loud the ground shakes like an earthquake.

I'm jolted out of my thoughts when I walk straight into someone and fall on my backside. I look up and see her standing there with her tan legs, short denim shorts, green t-shirt, blonde shoulder length hair, and mesmerizing electric blue eyes. "A…As…Astrid, oh my, I'm so sorry." I say mumbling over my own words. "I was so caught up in my thoughts I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I say as I stand up. "Watch where your going next time! Okay." She groans clearly annoyed. "Yeah, I will. Sorry… again." I mumble as I hurry down the hall lunch forgotten.

That's me clumsy, always caught up in my own thoughts and constantly stuffing things up. But none of that matters because what I live for, what I truly live for is that feeling you get when you're going one hundred around a bend with the adrenaline pumping.

Heart beating out of your chest.

That's what I live for.

I live to race.