Hi!

I'm warning you now, I might not update frequently.

This is just for fun.

F. Y. I. This is before Han goes down to South America with Dom.

The '67 Mustang I am rolling in isn't mine. Oh god it isn't mine. I can feel the stupid goosebumps slowly going down my arms. I can't fuck up this car. Oh, I can't screw this up.

I took a deep breath as I slowly drove up the starting line. I gave a quick glance at the red '69 Camero coming up next to me. I gulped. If I win this I can get a Camaro, a motherfucking '69 Chevrolet Camaro. Sure, it's a pump sucker but it's a '69 CAMARO. It is absolutely gorgeous.

There is no way I can crash this car. After all, there's no drifting involved or any sort traffic. We are in Orange Cove, California; also known as the middle of fucking nowhere. The only thing here is the road and orange fields--- lots and lots of orange fields.

"Oi!" yelled the driver of the red Camaro. I looked over at the driver who's name is apparently Han. He smiled and said, "Relax, kid."

Relax?! Re-fucking-lax? How in the hell can this guy say that?! We are racing for a fucking Camaro and he's telling me to relax? He must be insane. I tried to smile but failed miserably so I quickly focused my sight back on the road. He's a cute boy… I mean guy… wait, what? How old is this guy anyway? I mean he's no Kyo but… wait, screw men. Think of the '69 Camaro! Camaro!

Aurora walked up to the finish line between the two cars. She is five-foot-two chick with a pear shaped body. She looked so rad tonight with her bright green pants, black stilettos, and a black and white Aus Rotten shirt. Most of her hair is brown but most of the front was blond; which was of course done on purpose. She gave a brief pause and said, "Don't worry kid, you'll do fine," and kept on walking a couple of feet a head of the finish line. Yeah that's easy for her to say; she isn't racing for a '69 Camaro. Aurora has already got her top of the line 2010 Chevrolet Camaro 2SS.

If I win this car….oh god if I win this car…

Aurora turned to face us. She gave on of her mischievous smiles and looked at Han. His engine roared and he smiled. Han caught me looking at him. He grinned and for some reason saluted me.

I quickly looked away; I seriously need to keep my eyes on the road. My stomach felt like it was beginning to do summersaults. Adrenaline began to quickly coarse through my veins. I could hear people cheering in back and next to the cars. Among all of the cheering and yelling I could hear my friends rooting for me.

"You can do it!" cheered Nessa.

"Bring that baby to your garage where it belongs!" yelled Mel.

"Show the foreigner how an all-American muscle car is truly raced!" yelled Bruce.

I couldn't help but smile. At least my friends are behind me, like the good friends that they are. Aurora would be trying to pump me up also but she's the one that calls the shots around here. She can't have preferred drivers.

I took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. I have to win this. Aurora turned to me with the same smile, put her hands on her waist, and lifted up her chin to ask if I was ready. I let Lex's blue '67 Mustang show off a small taste of its power with a loud roar. I reluctantly nodded.

Aurora grinned and lifted her hands. "Ready!" She pointed at Han; another roar from the Camaro answered her. I feel like I'm about to puke. "Set!" She pointed at me and the 'stang responded with another roar. Jeebus, help me.

"GO!"

Rewind. This isn't the correct way to start this. Maybe I should start with a small introduction and how I got into this predicament. After all it's the least I could do after confusing the hell out of whoever is reading this with all the unknown people and events going on.

My name is Victoria and I'm not exactly the best racer out there. Hell I don't even own a car! Yeah, that's right; I don't own a car. The car I'm driving is my best friend Alexander's; or how we like to call him, Lex. The 'stang is his baby, not mine.

I've done about three races and I've won out of sheer dumb luck. On my first race I went against a paisano, who goes by the name of Leonardo. He was not a lucky bastard. The engine of his 2001 Volkswagen Jetta collapsed before he could make it to the finish line. Apparently the idiot had been having problems with his engine but he thought it was in a decent enough condition to race. We can obviously see it was not. I crossed the finish line first so I won by default.

The second race was not exactly much of a race; I went against a white boy who went by the name of Tyler. He had a sleek black 2008 Nissan 350Z. Now don't get me wrong, that baby is fast but Lex's Mustang could smoke it faster than you can say Chevrolet. The official rule of muscle beats import still stands but for this rule to work the driver must be good.

I'm a decent driver and I was about to win fair and square but one of the 350Z's back tires popped. Everyone said he was lucky that the tires from the front didn't blow up instead; he would have flipped and things would have not been pretty. That red neck Tyler accused me of cheating. He said I caused the tires to pop somehow. According to him they were spankin' new tires and that there was no way they would have popped that fast.

Of course Aurora backed me up. She is the one that runs everything and pays people to check the road before every single race to make sure there is nothing in the way that could harm a car in anyway. If there were anything that could have harmed anyone's car, it would have been immediately removed. Tyler refused admit that he had lost to me. He demanded I raced him again but the idiot had no spare tire. I won again, by default.

The third was the worst race of all. I had to race against some weird kid from school I don't even know what ethnicity he is; well then again I don't think anyone else does either. All I know is that his name is Aaron. He was this creepy kid at school who thought I liked him after I had a conversation with him about current events at school. I'm not trying to be mean, but he tried way too hard to be funny and appealing. He wasn't even in the very least decent looking. I know I might not exactly be America's Next Top Model but come on!

Anyway, I reached the finish line first. I was extremely excited because it was the first race I had ever won without it being default when I noticed that the guy's car had never left the starting line. I drove back and asked why he didn't leave the starting line. His lame response was that he liked me too much to beat me in a race. That was the boiling point. I jumped on the motherfucker and tried to beat the living shit out of him (after all I pretty big compared to other girls; broad shoulders and height aren't always a curse). Before I could do some serious damage to him, Lex pulled me off of him and held me back. Lex told him to leave but Aaron had to add his own little two cents to the night and ask me out. I cursed him out and tried to kick him in the balls. Again, I won by default.

I have never been more humiliated in my life.

That race was three months ago. After that I decided to take a small break and concentrate on just helping Aurora out with organizing these things. Well, God or whoever the hell is reading this, Aurora is the granddaughter of the leader of the Mexican Mafia. Yeah, what a coincidence; then again, my mom says there is no such things as coincidences in this world.

Anyway, she has opened a couple of businesses here in the Valley with some financial help from her Mafia family in Mexico. She is in a promotion company called You Will Go Far Promotions. Aurora and her team try to bring decent bands over to the scene in Visalia. She also runs the illegal racing down here in Fresno, Kings, and Tulare County. Recently, she has opened of a venue in Visalia. She has been making some serious cash off of that venue and the illegal racing.

I've been her friend since my freshmen year in high school and I've been working for her since my junior year along with Lex, Bruce, Mel, and Nessa. Over the years we have become pretty tight; I guess you can say we are family…

I'm going to quit my blabbing and just start from the beginning of today. It was another Friday afternoon at Redwood High School but there is something special about this month: it was almost the end of the year. We are all seniors and like all seniors we were planning out the rest of lives…