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Bad Day
This is becoming one wierd morning. I was getting ready for a race and my motorcycle and race car keys mysteriously disappeared. I looked all over the house for them worried that I might be late to the race track when Jester's cat scream sounded along with sick-to-the-stomach Jester herself as I felt her hit my back like a bullet and cling onto me, shaking from head to toe, yowling. I then heard noises behind me. Something like a robotic movement with footsteps along with it. I turned around and found a husky size, tin statue of a golden retriever. At first I thought the kids next door were playing tricks on me. I reached for the keys only to hear the statue growl and bare it's iron teeth, forcing me to yank my hand back before it got snapped off.
What an embarrassment, late to a race because a robotic mutt stole my keys! I can imagine my pit crew on the floor, laughing until they cried because of the excuse I'm making. But one movement towards the dog, and he'll bite my hand off. I figured, the only way to get to the dog was taunting him with something.
I went into the kitchen to get something fleshy for that dog and came back with a raw drumstick. I waved it in the dogs face hoping he'd drop the keys and stand up begging for it. He begged for it, all right. More like hesitated. I thought I'd get him for sure, but what I got was the bottom half of a bone (I think you might know what happened to the rest of the drumstick). Along side burning my toast in a broken toaster and cleaning up Jester's vomit from the flambe she stole last night (And I swear I won't let her try again), this was one of the worst.
Okay, that was dumb, I thought to myself as I threw the drumstick behind me, there's got to be a way to get that dog to give up my keys! I don't have the nerves to drag in poor and sick Jester to drive the dog to drop the keys and chase it (She's already been through the hell of getting here with that dog chasing her as it is), and I don't want to use my favorite baseball because I went through the trouble of buying an autographed one and I don't want to go though the trouble of replacing it.
Maybe asking the dog to drop the keys would be better. I just hope the dog's housebroken.
"I'm late for work, give me the keys!" I said. The dog barely budged. I know that dog understands some of what I'm saying!
"I mean it! Give me the keys before I'll force you to!" I shouted, frustrated. The dog only laughed and ran out of the house with my keys. I blew my stack and chased him down up half the block before I managed to grab him and force my way into his mouth, trying to get the keys out.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a whistle and someone shouting.
"Fido! Drop it!" said a voice. The dog's ears shot up, dropped the keys and ran over me heading four and a half blocks towards a house with a garage next to it.
"I'm terribly sorry for the trouble my dog caused ya, young man." the voice said, "the kids next door must've tampered with his manual controls again."
Yeah right. I'm late for the race because of burnt toasts, messy floors and some stupid dog and the only thing I get from his owner is an apology, I thought as I laid on a flat Jester with a splitting headache and pawprints up my face, why don't you apologies by driving me to a hospital at least?!
"Oh, I see you met Dr. Finchit." said a voice. I sat up and saw Frida in her school uniform stooping over and looking at me. The name "Dr. Finchit" caught my attention.
"Dr. Finchit?" I said, "You don't mean Dr. Robert K. Finchit, America's greatest techinition, do you?"
"That's right," she said, "his son goes to my school. They moved here almost a year ago as part of Dr. Finchit's new job. His son is one determined kid. He works hard in his automachanics class to be just like his father."
America's greatest techinition here in Japan. I think I just found out why half the neighbors were boasting more about his great career than mine last night.
"Hey, you'd better get going, before you're late." Frida said, cutting me out of my thoughts. I just realized I had race today and ran off without saying anymore.
I got to the track to find the pit crew still working on the car. I sighed with relief, knowing that I got here on time and I won't have to use the old "bad morning" excuse. A proud racer like me can't really get away even if the excuse was true.
While waiting for the race to start, I decided to walk around and look at the other racer's pit crew to see how their doing. For once, I'm acutally enjoying how Zack bosses his pit crew around. It's like he's hesitating that he'll be late of they don't finish in time. Thier fastest was no less than an hour. That's telling me he's still trying to get even for all the wins I stole off him.
I came over to Zack's pit crew, and watching from a far distance, they don't seem to be doing much, it's like they already finished. The pit crew were sitting in a circle as if surrounding a camp fire on a camping trip.
"I don't care if Zack puts him down," said an australian voice, "when your son graduates High School, you have to beckon him to join this crew!"
"Don't worry," said a standard voice, "I will. It's to no suprise that he'll be able to work with his dad in preparing Zack for his biggest race ever."
"What's going on here?!" boomed an annoying voice, Zack rushed in like a cheetah and began to pound everylast one of them until they were on their feet and out of sight. Zack grabbed one of them, keeping him from escaping.
"Talkin' about your family again, aye, Finshit?!" Zack spat in the guys face, "Your yappin's keepin' my pit crew from doing their job! The race is in an hour! We don't want to hear your family story! Now get back to work or I'll make sure I find your son and give him the same beattin' as you are!" With that, he shoves the guy to the ground as he struggled to his feet and ran off.
Finchit's kid is going to work for him?! What good'll that do?! It'll only turn the kid into what Finchit's going to be if he doesn't work hard. I walked back to the track, wondering why Finchit would put his own kid on a job that would make his life more misrable that the one his pop's got.
I soon forgot about Finchit's kid when we started the race. I figured a good race would take my mind off the whole subject. Twenty-four laps later, the subject came back, haunting me like a ghost. Attempting to either ignore the subject or find a solution to the subject kept screwing me up while my car continued to lack and speed up. The announcer called it the "half full, half empty" move.
I was able to win the race. Nothing get's past a racer, not even a mix between finding help or ignoring the problem. After a brief celebration at Sushi Planet (For the 35th time _), I returned home, holding Jester in my arms feeling like going into one of my favorite dance clubs. But first, a nice relaxing hot bath. After going through a lot of hell this morning and on the track, a long, stress relieving rest in the hot tub will help take my mind off everything except the performance tonight.
This was my usual routine on Saturday during race time. A good breakfast (That was completely ruined), a good meal for Jester (Who had to be taken down to the vet for a checkup from the mess she made on the floor that was worse than her hairballs and may end up having to take vitamens in her catfood), a narrow race (That I nearly lost because of Zack's desprite attempts to win), a nice, long bath and a long night of dancing really takes up the whole day.
After a good wash down, I stepped into the hot tub as the heat of the water took away the tempeture of the cold water I threw on me to wash the soap off. A long, relaxing rest in the hot tub was the only thing that would take my mind off things that bothered me throughout the whole day. All the hell I went through this morning, the hesitation of Zack trying to beat the pants off me... only a relaxing bath would take my mind off everything.
I walked into the bedroom after I finished relaxing in the tub and put on my freshly clean, white jumpsuit with fire patterns on the arms and legs along with a red beeny with an "F" on the front of it and my usual racing gloves.
"Look out people, the feverous breakdancer is ready to roll!" I shouted as I headed out of the house and onto my motorcycle. Jester attempted to follow me, but I pushed her back inside. The vet said she wasn't suppose to be out while she was still sick. I was hoping to take her with me to "Funky Fred's Dance Club and Karioke Bar" like I would every Saturday, but this Saturday, she had to sit out. The crowd's not going to be too happy.
I walked towards the enterance of the bar, stretching and flexing a few muscles. I was about to walk in when I felt something rubbing against my legs. I looked down to find Jester rubbing her furry body against my legs.
"Jester!" I shouted, hauling her off the ground, "What are you doing here?! I thought I told y..." I stopped when I realized this wasn't Jester. It was another Calico similar to Jester, except with a white head and body and a black cheek instead of a black head and body and a white cheek. There was a blue collar on the cat's neck marked "Ryo-Chan". That was an unusual name to give to a female. And she somehow took a liking to me, so I decided to take her in with me.
Half the night passed, and four songs had been played on the turntables. As I was feeling myself break into a sweat from dancing, I saw Ryo-Chan jump onto one of the table, dancing the same way Jester did (I haven't told you yet, but Jester dances like a human stripper and the crowd loves her). This club is really raising the roof. I was doing fine until the thought came back to me.
Argh! Not now! I groaned, trying to do a windmill. I don't care if it came to me in a dream, I don't want it to interupt my performance! My pit crew warned me about sneaking over to other racers to see how their pit crew was doing. This must be one of the reasons why. I can't stop thinking about how Finchit is going to stand seeing his own son working for a person who work his pit crew like slaves.
I've watched how Zack's rage get's out of control. Once I win, the next time he re-enters, he pushes his pit crew harder until he has them working without rest. It's going to be hard for the kid to go through the same torture as the rest of Zack's pit crew were. Just seeing Zack pound his pit crew to keep them working makes me want to walk up to him and punch him square in the face and give him a taste of what it feels like when someone decides to treat him like a slave.
Feeling a bit out of it, I got up and headed to one of the counters and ordered a glass of water. I wasn't in the mood to get plastered tonight.
"This wasn't what I had in mind." said a nervous voice. I looked towards one of the tables to see Comet, Frida's younger sister sitting in front of what looked like a blonde kid in a blue, black and violet king's costume (Minus the crown). It looks like Comet convinced him to sneak out of the house with his father's ID.
"It'll be fun!" Comet squeeled, "I wanna see how good you can dance!"
"But Comet, I promised your sister I wouldn't take you to dance clubs that are over 18. I don't want to get my ass kicked again."
"Please, Edgar!? Just this once!? I promise I won't tell Frida you took me."
"Alright, fine."
Edgar? What a stupid name. I bet Frida can come up with a better name for someone who wears a kings costume to a dance club. But then again, Comet hasn't changed out of her glass skirt and roller blades yet. She still looked like she was taking a break from Sushi Planet just to get her boyfriend into more trouble than he sounds.
Mid-Night stuck and the whole club started to heat up. I still wasn't up to going back out onto the dance floor, seeing as I was still sitting on the counter, drinking my third glass of water. Things were going well until...
"Hey, shorty! What where you're stepping!"
From there, a fight suddenly broke out. From the crowd Comet and her blonde boyfriend zipped out of the club, white as a ghost. Ryo-Chan ran off with them, which told me that she belonged to them. I figured it was best I scaddo as well.
I plopped onto the sofa when I got home, hearing the sound of Jester playing "Yahoo Towers" on the internet in my room (I was beginning to wonder who "Cookiepuss" was in on my front page, I wonder if that other user Jester's been typing to on AIM named "Posegato" is Ryo-Chan). It's half past mid-night and I only got past an hour of dancing before the fight broke out. I didn't know what was going on that started the fight but I can tell the kid wasn't going to hear the end of it when Frida get's a phone call saying her sister was out at another dance club, running into people like a klutz.
I figured I'd head to bed early. After all the hell that went on throughout the whole day, I just want to sleep and get my mind off it all. But before I had a chance to even move, I heard an explosion five blocks from my house. I ran out to find smoke coming out of the garage and a bunch of griping. I then saw a van come to a screeching halt near the garage and the window roll down. Ryo-Chan's head popped out, yowling in fear.
"Oh no, not again!" shouted a voice. I saw the same kid who ran out of the club with Comet a few minutes ago. He was driving a blueish-green van with a Toyota logo on the front of the car. The driver's door flew open and both the kid and Ryo-Chan ran into the garage, Ryo-Chan standing a few feet from it. I heard voices from inside. They were faint, but I could somewhat make out what they were saying.
"Pop, that's enough! You're done for tonight. You need to get some rest." said one of the voices.
"I must finish this project. It's so dear to me." said another. I can imagine Finchit locking himself in the garage day and night working madly on that project he was making. Maybe some of Zack's pounding infected his social life.
"But Dad, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with your work. You need to let them sleep. Come on... let's get you to bed."
"I thought I had a better life when I quit Secret X. Now I'm experiencing more hell than when my boss enjoyed terrarizing people with my creations."
"You shouldn't work this hard day and night because Zack's treating you bad. It's not good for your health and the others. Even the kids are starting to get scared of you everytime you come home from a race. Maybe we should see a psycologist. There must be one who can help loosen up your troubles."
"No, I'm fine. I don't need a doctor to help me loosen up. I can take care of myself. Just leave me alone."
Finchit wouldn't know the worst of it...like I did. Infact, I met Zack in person who hated me at first sight. He was so big, one look and I'm trembling with fear. He took that into affect and began to taunt me and called me a scared candle stick in a driver seat. He thinks I'm no good and terrified to win. But I showed him I can kick his ass. I beat the dust out of him and won my first race. Ever since then, he's been pratacing harder and harder and he was getting better. The more he tried to beat me, the more scared I got.
The next day, I was walking down the sidwalk of the city graveyard when I noticed a crowd of people hovering around something. I then heard a prist standing in the middle of the crowd holding a cross in the air.
"Lord, praies the man who had been killed by the hands of his own creation." said the prist, "As it was told by his last words, his former job employees seeked revenge on him by re-programing a creation he had barely finished and therefore, was the first and only one to die before the situation was taken care of. May god send you, Dr. Robert K. Finchit, to a place of peace and happiness that will allow you to forget your pain and sadness and give you a life of love and affection..."
Wait a minute! Did the guy say "Dr. Robert K. Finchit"? The one who was litteraly heaved at by Zack? I was drowned in a sea of confusion as I watched the prist finish his speech and the whole Finchit family hover around the tombstone. I noticed Finchit's kid in the back. He didn't want to see the tombstone until after everyone had left. I began to worry about him, living alone in a big world with no one to take care of him.
I remembered myself going out into the big world just to devote my whole dream to racing. I had no one to take care of me and life out in the big world was so hard, I just wanted to get out of it and return to my childhood life. But now I can't. I've overcome my fears of staying in the big world. Maybe it's time this kid does the same. If only there was someway I can help him get used to it.
After the ceremony, everyone but the kid left for home. I watched the kid walk up to the tombstone and sit there for several hours, looking at the wrench like cross that stood in front of him. He was silent, like he barely had the strength to talk anymore. I wanted to walk up to him and try and calm him down, but instead, I made like everyone else and left. I know that kid might want some time alone before he does anything.
This is becoming one wierd morning. I was getting ready for a race and my motorcycle and race car keys mysteriously disappeared. I looked all over the house for them worried that I might be late to the race track when Jester's cat scream sounded along with sick-to-the-stomach Jester herself as I felt her hit my back like a bullet and cling onto me, shaking from head to toe, yowling. I then heard noises behind me. Something like a robotic movement with footsteps along with it. I turned around and found a husky size, tin statue of a golden retriever. At first I thought the kids next door were playing tricks on me. I reached for the keys only to hear the statue growl and bare it's iron teeth, forcing me to yank my hand back before it got snapped off.
What an embarrassment, late to a race because a robotic mutt stole my keys! I can imagine my pit crew on the floor, laughing until they cried because of the excuse I'm making. But one movement towards the dog, and he'll bite my hand off. I figured, the only way to get to the dog was taunting him with something.
I went into the kitchen to get something fleshy for that dog and came back with a raw drumstick. I waved it in the dogs face hoping he'd drop the keys and stand up begging for it. He begged for it, all right. More like hesitated. I thought I'd get him for sure, but what I got was the bottom half of a bone (I think you might know what happened to the rest of the drumstick). Along side burning my toast in a broken toaster and cleaning up Jester's vomit from the flambe she stole last night (And I swear I won't let her try again), this was one of the worst.
Okay, that was dumb, I thought to myself as I threw the drumstick behind me, there's got to be a way to get that dog to give up my keys! I don't have the nerves to drag in poor and sick Jester to drive the dog to drop the keys and chase it (She's already been through the hell of getting here with that dog chasing her as it is), and I don't want to use my favorite baseball because I went through the trouble of buying an autographed one and I don't want to go though the trouble of replacing it.
Maybe asking the dog to drop the keys would be better. I just hope the dog's housebroken.
"I'm late for work, give me the keys!" I said. The dog barely budged. I know that dog understands some of what I'm saying!
"I mean it! Give me the keys before I'll force you to!" I shouted, frustrated. The dog only laughed and ran out of the house with my keys. I blew my stack and chased him down up half the block before I managed to grab him and force my way into his mouth, trying to get the keys out.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a whistle and someone shouting.
"Fido! Drop it!" said a voice. The dog's ears shot up, dropped the keys and ran over me heading four and a half blocks towards a house with a garage next to it.
"I'm terribly sorry for the trouble my dog caused ya, young man." the voice said, "the kids next door must've tampered with his manual controls again."
Yeah right. I'm late for the race because of burnt toasts, messy floors and some stupid dog and the only thing I get from his owner is an apology, I thought as I laid on a flat Jester with a splitting headache and pawprints up my face, why don't you apologies by driving me to a hospital at least?!
"Oh, I see you met Dr. Finchit." said a voice. I sat up and saw Frida in her school uniform stooping over and looking at me. The name "Dr. Finchit" caught my attention.
"Dr. Finchit?" I said, "You don't mean Dr. Robert K. Finchit, America's greatest techinition, do you?"
"That's right," she said, "his son goes to my school. They moved here almost a year ago as part of Dr. Finchit's new job. His son is one determined kid. He works hard in his automachanics class to be just like his father."
America's greatest techinition here in Japan. I think I just found out why half the neighbors were boasting more about his great career than mine last night.
"Hey, you'd better get going, before you're late." Frida said, cutting me out of my thoughts. I just realized I had race today and ran off without saying anymore.
I got to the track to find the pit crew still working on the car. I sighed with relief, knowing that I got here on time and I won't have to use the old "bad morning" excuse. A proud racer like me can't really get away even if the excuse was true.
While waiting for the race to start, I decided to walk around and look at the other racer's pit crew to see how their doing. For once, I'm acutally enjoying how Zack bosses his pit crew around. It's like he's hesitating that he'll be late of they don't finish in time. Thier fastest was no less than an hour. That's telling me he's still trying to get even for all the wins I stole off him.
I came over to Zack's pit crew, and watching from a far distance, they don't seem to be doing much, it's like they already finished. The pit crew were sitting in a circle as if surrounding a camp fire on a camping trip.
"I don't care if Zack puts him down," said an australian voice, "when your son graduates High School, you have to beckon him to join this crew!"
"Don't worry," said a standard voice, "I will. It's to no suprise that he'll be able to work with his dad in preparing Zack for his biggest race ever."
"What's going on here?!" boomed an annoying voice, Zack rushed in like a cheetah and began to pound everylast one of them until they were on their feet and out of sight. Zack grabbed one of them, keeping him from escaping.
"Talkin' about your family again, aye, Finshit?!" Zack spat in the guys face, "Your yappin's keepin' my pit crew from doing their job! The race is in an hour! We don't want to hear your family story! Now get back to work or I'll make sure I find your son and give him the same beattin' as you are!" With that, he shoves the guy to the ground as he struggled to his feet and ran off.
Finchit's kid is going to work for him?! What good'll that do?! It'll only turn the kid into what Finchit's going to be if he doesn't work hard. I walked back to the track, wondering why Finchit would put his own kid on a job that would make his life more misrable that the one his pop's got.
I soon forgot about Finchit's kid when we started the race. I figured a good race would take my mind off the whole subject. Twenty-four laps later, the subject came back, haunting me like a ghost. Attempting to either ignore the subject or find a solution to the subject kept screwing me up while my car continued to lack and speed up. The announcer called it the "half full, half empty" move.
I was able to win the race. Nothing get's past a racer, not even a mix between finding help or ignoring the problem. After a brief celebration at Sushi Planet (For the 35th time _), I returned home, holding Jester in my arms feeling like going into one of my favorite dance clubs. But first, a nice relaxing hot bath. After going through a lot of hell this morning and on the track, a long, stress relieving rest in the hot tub will help take my mind off everything except the performance tonight.
This was my usual routine on Saturday during race time. A good breakfast (That was completely ruined), a good meal for Jester (Who had to be taken down to the vet for a checkup from the mess she made on the floor that was worse than her hairballs and may end up having to take vitamens in her catfood), a narrow race (That I nearly lost because of Zack's desprite attempts to win), a nice, long bath and a long night of dancing really takes up the whole day.
After a good wash down, I stepped into the hot tub as the heat of the water took away the tempeture of the cold water I threw on me to wash the soap off. A long, relaxing rest in the hot tub was the only thing that would take my mind off things that bothered me throughout the whole day. All the hell I went through this morning, the hesitation of Zack trying to beat the pants off me... only a relaxing bath would take my mind off everything.
I walked into the bedroom after I finished relaxing in the tub and put on my freshly clean, white jumpsuit with fire patterns on the arms and legs along with a red beeny with an "F" on the front of it and my usual racing gloves.
"Look out people, the feverous breakdancer is ready to roll!" I shouted as I headed out of the house and onto my motorcycle. Jester attempted to follow me, but I pushed her back inside. The vet said she wasn't suppose to be out while she was still sick. I was hoping to take her with me to "Funky Fred's Dance Club and Karioke Bar" like I would every Saturday, but this Saturday, she had to sit out. The crowd's not going to be too happy.
I walked towards the enterance of the bar, stretching and flexing a few muscles. I was about to walk in when I felt something rubbing against my legs. I looked down to find Jester rubbing her furry body against my legs.
"Jester!" I shouted, hauling her off the ground, "What are you doing here?! I thought I told y..." I stopped when I realized this wasn't Jester. It was another Calico similar to Jester, except with a white head and body and a black cheek instead of a black head and body and a white cheek. There was a blue collar on the cat's neck marked "Ryo-Chan". That was an unusual name to give to a female. And she somehow took a liking to me, so I decided to take her in with me.
Half the night passed, and four songs had been played on the turntables. As I was feeling myself break into a sweat from dancing, I saw Ryo-Chan jump onto one of the table, dancing the same way Jester did (I haven't told you yet, but Jester dances like a human stripper and the crowd loves her). This club is really raising the roof. I was doing fine until the thought came back to me.
Argh! Not now! I groaned, trying to do a windmill. I don't care if it came to me in a dream, I don't want it to interupt my performance! My pit crew warned me about sneaking over to other racers to see how their pit crew was doing. This must be one of the reasons why. I can't stop thinking about how Finchit is going to stand seeing his own son working for a person who work his pit crew like slaves.
I've watched how Zack's rage get's out of control. Once I win, the next time he re-enters, he pushes his pit crew harder until he has them working without rest. It's going to be hard for the kid to go through the same torture as the rest of Zack's pit crew were. Just seeing Zack pound his pit crew to keep them working makes me want to walk up to him and punch him square in the face and give him a taste of what it feels like when someone decides to treat him like a slave.
Feeling a bit out of it, I got up and headed to one of the counters and ordered a glass of water. I wasn't in the mood to get plastered tonight.
"This wasn't what I had in mind." said a nervous voice. I looked towards one of the tables to see Comet, Frida's younger sister sitting in front of what looked like a blonde kid in a blue, black and violet king's costume (Minus the crown). It looks like Comet convinced him to sneak out of the house with his father's ID.
"It'll be fun!" Comet squeeled, "I wanna see how good you can dance!"
"But Comet, I promised your sister I wouldn't take you to dance clubs that are over 18. I don't want to get my ass kicked again."
"Please, Edgar!? Just this once!? I promise I won't tell Frida you took me."
"Alright, fine."
Edgar? What a stupid name. I bet Frida can come up with a better name for someone who wears a kings costume to a dance club. But then again, Comet hasn't changed out of her glass skirt and roller blades yet. She still looked like she was taking a break from Sushi Planet just to get her boyfriend into more trouble than he sounds.
Mid-Night stuck and the whole club started to heat up. I still wasn't up to going back out onto the dance floor, seeing as I was still sitting on the counter, drinking my third glass of water. Things were going well until...
"Hey, shorty! What where you're stepping!"
From there, a fight suddenly broke out. From the crowd Comet and her blonde boyfriend zipped out of the club, white as a ghost. Ryo-Chan ran off with them, which told me that she belonged to them. I figured it was best I scaddo as well.
I plopped onto the sofa when I got home, hearing the sound of Jester playing "Yahoo Towers" on the internet in my room (I was beginning to wonder who "Cookiepuss" was in on my front page, I wonder if that other user Jester's been typing to on AIM named "Posegato" is Ryo-Chan). It's half past mid-night and I only got past an hour of dancing before the fight broke out. I didn't know what was going on that started the fight but I can tell the kid wasn't going to hear the end of it when Frida get's a phone call saying her sister was out at another dance club, running into people like a klutz.
I figured I'd head to bed early. After all the hell that went on throughout the whole day, I just want to sleep and get my mind off it all. But before I had a chance to even move, I heard an explosion five blocks from my house. I ran out to find smoke coming out of the garage and a bunch of griping. I then saw a van come to a screeching halt near the garage and the window roll down. Ryo-Chan's head popped out, yowling in fear.
"Oh no, not again!" shouted a voice. I saw the same kid who ran out of the club with Comet a few minutes ago. He was driving a blueish-green van with a Toyota logo on the front of the car. The driver's door flew open and both the kid and Ryo-Chan ran into the garage, Ryo-Chan standing a few feet from it. I heard voices from inside. They were faint, but I could somewhat make out what they were saying.
"Pop, that's enough! You're done for tonight. You need to get some rest." said one of the voices.
"I must finish this project. It's so dear to me." said another. I can imagine Finchit locking himself in the garage day and night working madly on that project he was making. Maybe some of Zack's pounding infected his social life.
"But Dad, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with your work. You need to let them sleep. Come on... let's get you to bed."
"I thought I had a better life when I quit Secret X. Now I'm experiencing more hell than when my boss enjoyed terrarizing people with my creations."
"You shouldn't work this hard day and night because Zack's treating you bad. It's not good for your health and the others. Even the kids are starting to get scared of you everytime you come home from a race. Maybe we should see a psycologist. There must be one who can help loosen up your troubles."
"No, I'm fine. I don't need a doctor to help me loosen up. I can take care of myself. Just leave me alone."
Finchit wouldn't know the worst of it...like I did. Infact, I met Zack in person who hated me at first sight. He was so big, one look and I'm trembling with fear. He took that into affect and began to taunt me and called me a scared candle stick in a driver seat. He thinks I'm no good and terrified to win. But I showed him I can kick his ass. I beat the dust out of him and won my first race. Ever since then, he's been pratacing harder and harder and he was getting better. The more he tried to beat me, the more scared I got.
The next day, I was walking down the sidwalk of the city graveyard when I noticed a crowd of people hovering around something. I then heard a prist standing in the middle of the crowd holding a cross in the air.
"Lord, praies the man who had been killed by the hands of his own creation." said the prist, "As it was told by his last words, his former job employees seeked revenge on him by re-programing a creation he had barely finished and therefore, was the first and only one to die before the situation was taken care of. May god send you, Dr. Robert K. Finchit, to a place of peace and happiness that will allow you to forget your pain and sadness and give you a life of love and affection..."
Wait a minute! Did the guy say "Dr. Robert K. Finchit"? The one who was litteraly heaved at by Zack? I was drowned in a sea of confusion as I watched the prist finish his speech and the whole Finchit family hover around the tombstone. I noticed Finchit's kid in the back. He didn't want to see the tombstone until after everyone had left. I began to worry about him, living alone in a big world with no one to take care of him.
I remembered myself going out into the big world just to devote my whole dream to racing. I had no one to take care of me and life out in the big world was so hard, I just wanted to get out of it and return to my childhood life. But now I can't. I've overcome my fears of staying in the big world. Maybe it's time this kid does the same. If only there was someway I can help him get used to it.
After the ceremony, everyone but the kid left for home. I watched the kid walk up to the tombstone and sit there for several hours, looking at the wrench like cross that stood in front of him. He was silent, like he barely had the strength to talk anymore. I wanted to walk up to him and try and calm him down, but instead, I made like everyone else and left. I know that kid might want some time alone before he does anything.