Me: Hooray!! New story!!
Empoleon: Hooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Me: Disclaimer please
Empoleon: Kiara411 does not own the pokemon characters. Done yet?
Me: Nope. Now we are!
Starting a dream
Everyone has a dream. A simple dream that gets solved or changed in the future. If you dream to be a singer, you sing. If you dream to play in sports, play in sports. But if you want to be a racer under the age of sixteen, what can you do? May Maple dreams of one day racing in the "Special Cup", where the most professional racers race for a beautiful gold trophy, and the title, "Special Racer". One day her dream will come true...
"OOH!! Bowser just got SLAMMED BY YOSHI!!" A girl the age of thirteen howled as loud as she could in the large room, she slammed down on the coffee table infront of her, spilling her dad's cappuccino. The girl was watching, can you guess, wrestling, football, or racing?
"May, can you please stop slamming on the table so often? You'll ruin the wood. These racing shows are always hyping you up, and I'm tired of stained tables." May's dad, Norman Maple, was oppisite of his daughter. Although he loved racing as much as her, he thought it was best not to act like her. Inside, he was a jumbled mess as the two race cars on the screen were crashing each other before the green race car, belonging to Yoshi, had crossed the finish line, in 1st place.
"Yoshi won!! Yay!! He's the best racer ever!" The brunette was already off the couch and jumping around the room. She quickly sat back down as the results of the Lightning Cup were scrolling through the screen. May put her nose on the television chanting "Yoshi Yoshi Yoshi Yoshi" over and over.
Norman laughed. "Honestly May, if you love these races so much, you should enter one yourself." May turned from the television screen, glaring at her dad for interrupting her and the TV.
"You know I can't, I have to be at least sixteen and have to have a driver's license." May answered flatly. Her face then stuck to the TV as it posted the results.
"Darn to the laws of safety May, when I was a kid, me and your mother were your age when we were both tied on Rainbow Road in the Special cup." Norman regretted what he said as he saw May slump. He knew May was devastated every time she heard anyone speak of her mother, more because she was dead and had accomplished May's most recent goal.
"Oh darn those commercials!! GIVE ME BACK MY SHOWS!!" May started banging on the television screen as commercials on a new purse were airing. Norman knew she was back to normal now, if only those evil commercials didn't show up right in the middle of a dramatic moment.
"Calm down May, or you're never going to see the results." Norman said, May stopped pounding on the TV and sat on the couch. She jumped up and down, watching a Chuckie Cheeses commercial.
"I don't care about Chuckie Cheeses!! Hurry to the show!!" May yelled, she was about to throw the remote at the TV if her little brother didn't come into the room with the mail.
"Dad, there's a letter for you from Racer's reality!" Max said, and gave the letter to Norman. May glared at Max, she squealed as the show came back on. Max sat next to May, May held a pillow to her chest then started chewing it as the results came up.
"YOSHI WON!! YEAH!! TAKE THAT MARIO, PEACH, BOWSER-" May stopped and yelled into the pillow with several bite marks.
Yoshi was standing on a platform with a gold trophy, it had a lightning bolt and an emerald gem on it. He was standing on a level that had a "1" engraved under it, on the one with the "2" engraved on it stood Peach, she had curly gold hair, in third place with the "3" engraved on it was Bowser, his flaming red hair and famous spiky shelled back on his costume was slumped as he held the copper lightning trophy.
May wished she was on the TV screen. She went back up to the TV, she was lost in the announcer's request, "If you want to be in a race, sign up now or call this, 1800-500-2000" May unconsciously picked up the cordless phone, and began dialing the numbers on the screen, Max tried to get the phone away from her, it ended up with them fighting over the phone.
"Break it up over there!" Norman yelled, they both froze and heard the operator say, "If you'd like to make a call, please dial again."
"May, come over here." May let go of the phone, dropping it on Max's head. She read over Norman's shoulder, and screamed, luckily, Norman had his ears covered with foil. (Like that'll do anything)
Dear Norman Maple,
We have gone over your family records and have found tremendous accomplishments. We have also found out that you have a daughter, who likes racing (As so your neighbors have pointed out). We are asking if you would like to enter May into the Special Cup, it will be televised for the whole world to see. Although we also know what happened to Caroline, we hope you will consider having your beautiful daughter into the race. Insurance will be covered if you say yes.
Sincerely,
Special Cup staff
"I don't know May, the Special Cup is has the most dangerous tracks." Norman said.
"Aww come on Dad!! Stop being such a Dad!!" May whined.
"If you want to. Please be careful." Norman said.
"Thanks Dad!!" May ran up to her room, opening the door revealing hundreds of Yoshi posters. May hopped to her computer and went on messenger.
May: Dawn Dawn!! Guess what!!
Dawn:...Bowser didn't win the lightning cup?
May: No. Why are you a fan of his anyway? His acceleration stinks.
Dawn: What did you want to tell me?
May: My Dad got me into the Special Cup!!
Dawn: No way!!
May: WAY!!
Dawn: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!
May: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!
Dawn: And I'm in it too!
May: Wait, you are?
Dawn: Afraid of competition?
May: How'd you get in?
Dawn: I know people.
May: Sure you do...
Dawn: Okay my mom called the station, so what
May: Cool!! I would have too, but my brother stole the phone from me.
Dawn: LOL
May: Laughing online is so lame. I rather do it in person. MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Dawn: Maniacally laughing online is lame too.
May: Oh no you're right!!
Me: Funny
Empoleon: Sounds like they're on a good start.
Me: Review please!!
Chapter 2: Meeting your Telenoid