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Chapter 1 – Who I think I am
BPOV
I groan as the head the person next to me drools onto my shirt as he snores once again. Why? Why didn't I just wait till the morning flight to Forks? Oh that's right. I was an idiot and I had to get out of the state fast. Okay…. To my happy place I go. Cars; racing; the smell of adrenaline rushing through the air from the racers; the sound of engines firing up for the big race and the feel of the soft supple leather under my fingertips from the steering wheel.
Okay. Now you are probably wondering why my happy place would be there. I am a racer or more appropriately a street racer. I know what we do is kind of illegal since were not on a track but its not like we actually care. I got into the crowd when I moved to Phoenix with my mum after they got divorced. My dad and brother are still in my birthplace; the lovely small town of Forks. When I moved there I started to take an interest in cars. Not just racing them but fixing them up too. I met a boy called Jacob there and he said that he came from Forks too. He sadly moved back to Forks a little after. We were the best of friends but I unfortunately lost contact with him.
So that means I have been racing for over 5 years and Im the best there is. Well in my club I am. Back in Phoenix I was part of the most wanted club out on the streets. Everyone knows us as the Pythons. We all had a tattoo of a snake on our bodies somewhere. Mine was on my lower back and went up spiraling around my torso. But with the beauty comes the beast. I can't publicly let them show when Im in Forks because I have the scars of a street racer too. The last race I had was what caused me the most scars and it made me have to move back with my dad. My mum was totally against me moving back in with my "dead end dad" her words not mine. But like that would actually stop me. At least Im safe in Forks, no more death threats, challenges, but the thing I miss the most will be the racing. Maybe I can find myself a deserted track somewhere.
"We are now descending please put on your seatbelts."
Oh joy. Forks, I hope you ready for Bella Swan.