Hello. SOOOO.
For those of you reading my Rose PJO fic, I'll try and update later today.
Same for my HP story.
So, I had this idea a long time ago, and I think it's a good time to post, while I'm only on two others.
REVIEW PLEASE
Ali trudged off from the middle of the track, swearing under her breath. Her father shouted encouragement from the top of the starting gate, but she waves him off. After reaching the long dead grass and more riders have flown past her, she rips off her helmet in disgust.
Why couldn't she just double it once? She thinks to herself. Just once.
Again, the swears are whispered.
Ali decides to end the practice. She's tired, sweaty, and had already been to the doctor's twice that week because of her knee. She didn't want to damage it any farther.
Her father catches up to her bruised figure, but silences her when she begins to ask him how much height she had gotten.
He had taken another phone call.
She smiles gently, and sits back down her purple and green sponsor bike, sliding her vibrant green helmet, also sponsor endorsed, onto her left handlebar. Her white-clear hair was tied with a bright red band on the top of her head, her pony tail reaching just farther than her shoulders. Ali's eyes dart between her father and the family car, hoping that he'll let her lie down in the back and just relax, she had an hour drive home.
They finally reached the car, and Ali rips her long sleeved BMX jersey over her shoulders, her cut tee shirt showing off her neon sports bra on the sides, and her abs. She leaves her jersey pants on, they were too comfy. Her father smiles at her one last time, before unlocking the trunk and allowing her to place the lightweight bike and helmet on the laid down seats. Slamming the trunk closed, she hops in the front seat, forgetting the back.
Soon her dad has ended the call and joined her, backing out of the track parking lot, and begins speaking with Ali once more.
"So, are you okay? That was quite a crash…" Her father inquires.
"Ya, just banged up. I've got these nasty lack bruises on my back and left shoulder, and my knee is still achy. But, all in all, I think I had a really good practice. How much height did I need?" Ali replies untangling her hairdo and braiding it back.
"You needed about another six inches, maybe eight, but when you're riding up, keep you seat back, so you lean back, and get the air easier." He looks at her, searching for a reaction.
"Okay."
"So, you got the email yet?" He asks, wanting the conversation not to end. His daughter was getting distant.
"Nope. The sponsors said they'd reply by Saturday though."
The ride the rest of the way was dark and eery. Silence flooded the car like a giant wave, and shadows darted as they passed few cars on the deserted highway.
Where IS everyone? Ali begins thinking.
But her thoughts are interrupted.
Shall I continue? I liked it. I'll find a pic of the model for Ali. If you didn't catch on, she's albino, so think about her parents. If someone guesses who she'll get, I'll try to remember to mention you. REVIEW PLEASE