I don't own anything but the plot and my copy of Forza 3.
Chapter 1: Some Hot Wheels
One would think it's an easy enough job to drive a car as fast as possible down an open two miles of track, and I guess it is right up until the point where your car explodes. I only wish I knew how much that day would change my life back then. I still recall watching astounded has the lead car a black 05 Ford GT from the only non-sponsored team still competing suddenly went from a finely tune racing masterpiece to a fifty foot tall fireball.
Holy shit. Those words where the only thing I could think has the safety crews ambulance roared onto the track and rushed over to the still burning car. I stared on with 499,999 other people has the safety crew started to cover the burning remains of the car with non-flammable foam and smashed the windshield to get the driver out. "And she's alright!" The announcer the yelled. "I can't believe it Jamie Saskura is completely unharmed!" I could not take my eyes from this woman has she jumped into the bed of the safety crews pick-up. By some grace of god she didn't even get burned in the accident.
Sadly though the same couldn't be said for the car the once strong racing machine had been reduced to just the metal work and even that had been charred black. "That's enough excitement for one day." I muttered under my breath has I turned around and headed down the observatory steps into the food court. I was nearly out of the food court when I saw a new booth there was maybe a hundred people flocking to the booth to sign up for it's lottery.
"So are you signing up to?" A voice squeaked out behind me I turned around to see who spoke but I didn't see anyone and was about to turn around when the voice squeaked out again "Hey I'm down here!" needless to say I looked down to see a maybe 5'3" girl with red hair and brown eyes staring back up at me. "I don't even know what everyone's signing up for." I said down at her from my 6'4" frame to the girl "Well isn't it obvious everyone's signing up to win a race against a driver of there choice from any team, but there's a catch." "Well what is it?" She looked down at her feet before looking up and saying "Two people have to sign up together, you need a driver and a spotter.". Well that's a new one I thought to my self. "So let me guess you wanted to know if I was signing up for so you could sign up with me?". "Pretty much" She said staring even harder at her feet has her face began to turn red."Well than what are we waiting for." I said has i walked up to the sign up sheet.
"So hows this work" I asked the pimply faced teenager behind the booths counter. 'Well you put your name, your partners name, your phone numbers, your ages, and which driver you want to race against." he said counting each thing off one hand looking less than satisfied with his job. I wrote down my name and looked back at the girl. "Well" "What?" She replied to me looking confused. "Your name is..." I said waving my hand at her to hurry up "Shaundi and I'm 21" She said spelling out her name. "Your short for 21 Shaundi." I said snickering "I'm not short your just freakishly big for 22!" She snapped back at me. "Well I will see you tomorrow if we win miss Shaundi." I said walking out to the parking lot.
Thank god the rest of my day was less eventful, in fact hardly anyone came to the bar where i worked. "Sobe punch out and go home" My boss Mitch Ross said pointing back over his shoulder. "Ok boss-man I'm out" I said pushing myself off the old and scared wooden bar top I was leaning on. I garbed my leather jacket from my locker and tossed it on over my work shirt. I grabbed the keys to my old motorcycle hopped on it and rode home to my small two bedroom apartment. I couldn't sleep for most of the night my brain kept fire the question "What if you win?" into my mind. And I don't think it was talking about the lottery.
Well that's it for now people please leave a review and any suggestions for me, and what did you think about how I started my tale.
Sobe Out.
