Sugar Rush racing school

So, here's my new story I've been telling you about in my OCs section! Have fun!

Chapter 1

The girl jumped out of the car as it slowed to a stop, closely followed by her sisters. The school drive was very noisy; suitcases rattling as they were pulled along to gravel, students shouting greetings to their friends, cars driving away or towards the white marble building that loomed in front of her, and tearful goodbyes from emotional families.

She glanced around at the other students she could see. A boy with rainbow hair, a girl with faintly glowing orange eyes, a boy who looked like her cousin, beanie and all, only in reddish colours. She heard several languages, and a few people looked like they just got off a plane.

Then, a red blur caught her eye. "Jubee!" She cried, waving at the young girl who stood a few metres from her. "Torvy! Thank goodness, I've been looking for ages!" Exclaimed the girl's best friend.

Torvald smiled. "We only just got here. This place is crowded!" She shouted over the deafening noise.

Jubileena opened her mouth to reply, but her mother voice sailed through the air towards them; "Jubee honey? Where are you? Come get your suitcase and say goodbye to your mama!" The cherry topped girl blushed, and ran back towards her family, where her mother and sister were waiting.

Torvald smiled, and remembered back to when she first met her best friend, at the age of five years old…

"Hey, why are you crying?"

Jubileena looked up. She thought she was hidden in the little extra tunnel in the jungle gym. She thought no one in the school knew where she'd gone. And yet here was this girl, enormous bow on her golden hair, looking down at her with concern and curiosity. She gulped.

"My sister keeps being bullied because she's a recolour…"

The golden girl sat down next to her.

"Well then shouldn't it be your sister crying and not you?"

"My sister's strong, she can stand up for herself. I'm not really good at taking insults."

"Well that's just sissy. I'm just a recolour, but you don't see me crying 'cause I'm being bullied. In fact, my sister's being bullied too, but I'm helping her get through it, not sitting and crying in a tunnel!"

The red girl frowned. "I am not a sissy."

"Yes you are."

"NO I'M NOT!" Came the reply, the words were out of her mouth before she realised she'd said them.

The other girl grinned. "See? You can stand up for yourself! Name's Torvald. You?" She said, sticking out her hand.

The other girl shook it happily. "Jubileena."

"Torvald? Come over here dearie!"

The butterscotch coloured girl spun around and ran over to her sisters and her cousins. Her mother had been too busy working, so they had driven down here with her favourite aunt and uncle, plus her favourite cousin, the Malarkeys.

Sticky, her youngest sister, well half-sister really, had taken her suitcase out of the car boot and put it on the floor next to her. Her half-sister's cousin, Minty Sakura, Sakura for short, was in the midst of removing her heavy suitcase, and her oldest sister, Minty, and her cousin, Swizzle were bickering about something, but they were always bickering. So was she herself. Sakura and Sticky were always reasonably calm though. But Swizzle was only related to her and Minty, so it must be from that side of the family that the stubborn trait comes from.

"Torvald sweetie? Still daydreaming? Come on sweetie, snap out of it!" Laughed her aunt.

She blushed a bright crimson red, then unloaded her suitcase from the car and went to stand with the others. Sakura grinned at her, gestured at Sticky, and mouthed the words "She still got a crush on Swizzle?" quietly. Torvald nodded, smiling slyly. The Japanese racer laughed, as they walked over to the Malarkeys.

"Well, goodbye honey buns!" Said Marley Malarkey fondly as she kissed them all on the forehead. "Mu-um! We're thirteen!" Complained Torvald's green haired cousin. "Never too old for a kiss, sweetie." Stated Mrs Malarkey. "Have fun, all of you!" Shouted T.J Malarkey as they drove off.

The five children made their way into the grand hall, where Torvald caught her breath, astonished. The ceiling rose to dizzying heights, with a white marble roof with golden pillars going up the sides and joining in the middle at the top. The floor was a check work of gold, white and black, and at the far end there was a massive mahogany podium, which reminded Torvald of a judge's stand, facing equally large doors, made out of mahogany with a gilded frame.

They made their way over to a small circle of chairs, where the frozen sisters and the berry twins were waiting for them. Torvald took the seat next to Jubileena, and proceeded to gush on about how beautiful the hall was to the first berry twin, who were called berry twins because of the berry shaped hats they had. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sticky greeting her best friend, Nougetsia, youngest of the frozen sisters, called that because they were both themed around frozen treats. She introduced Sakura to them both, then started talking to the pink girl besides her about how excited she was. Minty flopped into the seat next to her best friend, Citrusella, and they started talking about … Torvald didn't really know. They were whispering.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came through the loud speaker. Everyone looked at the grandstand, where a tall woman in a lilac suit stood. "Attention students," she started, though she already had everyone's attention, "I would like to welcome you all to Racing School. I am your headmistress, Mrs Éclair. It is a great privilege to come to this school, as great racers have been since 1980, when the game was first created. Racing school is an important part of all racers' backstories, as it features in story mode many times – also, it is a way of knowing where you learnt all of the racing techniques you use from! So I hope you enjoy the two years you will spend here, and please, the bar is already set very high, so set it higher!"

Everyone applauded at the end of the speech. Jubileena looked over at our golden girl, worried. "Oh Torvald, I'd be so nervous if I was you!" Torvald's face housed a mixture of confusion and misunderstanding. "Why?" She asked. "Because they call up the racers in alphabetical orders! You're going to be first! There no one with an A name!" Torvald chuckled, amused at Jubileena's concerns. "Jubileena, how would you know everyone's names already-"

"Minty and Torvald Batterbutter!"

Jubileena looked at Torvald with an expression that read "I told you so", but our butterscotch girl was too wrapped in her own thoughts to notice. She'd remembered Minty technically counted as a Batterbutter, and Zaki was just a nickname. She remembered back to the moment when Minty decided on her new name.

"Mum!"

"Yes Minty dearie?"

"Can I change my name?"

Mentha dropped the plate she'd been washing in surprise. Torvald sat at the table, ignoring the homework she was doing, mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Darling, why would you want to change your name?" Questioned the girls' mother, tuning to face her green-clad daughter, who had come running down the stairs.

"Well, firstly, Minty Batterbutter sounds kind of weird – I mean, mints and butter? Not a good mix. And secondly, when me and Torvy become racers, it'll be weird if we have the same name, Jubee's got a nickname surname for that reason, and thirdly," She bit her lip, and quietly said. "I keep thinking about Dad when I hear it."

Torvald gasped silently. Their father had died in a car crash some time in their backstory, and because it was programmed that way, he hadn't regenerated. It was two years ago now, but they all still missed him.

Their mother's eyes misted over, but she nodded and said, in a small voice, "So it's only a nickname surname? You'll keep your first name?"

Minty nodded enthusiastically.

"What have you got in mind?"

"Zaki! Doesn't it sound good? Minty Zaki! I saw something that said Miyazaki on the side of our box when we went to that game opposite us."

"Well darling, if that's what you want. But Batterbutter will be your official surname!"

"You got it! Thanks mum!" Exclaimed Minty as she ran up to hug her mother.

"Torvald! We have to go up! You still daydreaming in there?"

Minty was shaking her arm violently. Torvald pulled it away abruptly. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine, let's go." She muttered.

They ran up to the podium, where Mrs Éclair was waiting for them, smiling. "Ah, you two must be the Batterbutters, sisters with Miss Wipplesnit, and cousins of Mr Malarkey, am I correct?" They both nodded vigorously, and Minty added "Please ma'am, could you call me Minty Zaki?" The headmistress smiled. "Of course. Your, nickname surname I suppose?" "Yes ma'am." "As you wish. I'm afraid you three sisters will not be in the same house, but allow me to tell you about our system here; you will be at this school for two years, I understand some of you are twelve and some thirteen, but you will still be in the same year, or group as we call it here. The group is separated in to four houses, and those houses will be the ones you have your racing based lessons with, like racing history, racing practice, and kart building. You will have your other lessons, like maths, science, and gym with the rest of the year, in mixed groups judging by your abilities in those lessons. Is that clear?"

"Very clear ma'am." Replied Torvald politely with a smile.

"Good. Now, Minty, you are in the hard-boiled house, or H house. You will get a house badge," she said, passing these things to Minty as she read on a check list in front of her, "A house neck tie for when we go on school trips - during normal school days you can wear your own clothes with your badge - and a map of the school. Oh, and you are the head of your house, I will explain what that entails shortly, to the whole group. Now, if you would kindly go and sit over in the green section please…" Minty hugged her sister quickly, then walked off.

Torvald saw panic in her eyes, and she understood; Sticky, Minty and she have never been separated for more than a few days since the day Sticky was born. They relied on each other, and Torvald and Minty looked out for Sticky, as she was the youngest by a year. This school was certainly shaking things up…

"Torvald, you will be in the caramelised house, or C house," the Head's clear voice cut through her thoughts like a dagger. Torvald shook herself out of her trance. She had to get that daydreaming under control. "And you will also be head of house." She really had to get it under control now. "Here's your necessary equipment, would you go and sit in the yellow area please…"

The golden racer wandered over, subconsciously reaching up to fix her listing hair bow, a nervous habit. Spilt apart from her sisters, she felt alone, like this tide of people would rush her away into the current of the river.

She thought back to what happens every morning at her house. Having bickered half the night with Minty whilst Sticky groaned at them to shut up, she'd wake up with a pillow thrown at her face by her loving green-clad sister, and if she didn't get up fast enough, Minty would jump on top of her. She'd curse herself for choosing the bed next to Minty, then Sticky's pesky little alarm would go off, the one she had to hide so it wouldn't be thrown out of the window every morning, with its annoyingly happy tune (Torvald was never a morning person, frustrating when you share a room with two early birds). Sticky would wake up, carefully avoid a pillow, then wait until Torvald and Minty started arguing. When the object they were arguing about got thrown out the window, Sticky would tell them both to chill out, then shout "Race ya to breakfast!" and they'd all be off like three bow topped bullets.

How was she going to wake up without being violently attacked by a slightly crazy pillow armed sister?

Don't panic! This is not an one-shot! Follow for more! Or review, that's good too!

This is Sticky (aka Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Goodbye!