Prologue
Not too many normal things happen in the modern, slum filled city of Netneana. The greedy government, Dragona, has taken all of our money and is using it for themselves. I make that money by drag racing. Racing is my life, literally. It all started when I was about fifteen years old. I had a great life, working towards a new one, with my best friend,Zane. He promised to bring me everything I hoped for in life. We started to date, and we dated for three years. Then it all changed when we were eighteen. War started in a close country, and our militants were sent in to help. Soon our the other country died, and we were the ones fighting the war. He was drafted in and I never saw, or heard from him ever again. Even after the war ended, I never saw him. Since then I have made my ranks to the top of drag racing in this city, and I have one more thing to do. Find my loved one after seven years of searching.
Chapter 1- You Win Some You Lose Some
"Here comes the best racer in all of Netneana, speeding past her opponents and runs down the street in the lead!" the announcers voice echoes.
Soon he'll come back. I slammed my foot on the gas and went faster down the city streets, mapping out the city in my head. I ran many twists and turns through the city. There was also a round-about that I sped through. Till my 'eyes in the sky' , Alexandra, started to speak to me.
"Better watch your tail sweet cheeks!" Alex's southern tone echoed in the car.
"What do you mean?! There isn't anyone behind me for miles-" I stopped and looked in my side mirror.
An ugly mud colored car passed mine.
"Wow, ladies and gentlemen, this has taken a turn of events! A new drag racer nicknamed by our southern sweetheart Alexandra, is called General Silence, a mysterious newbie who joined racing not too long ago, has just passed our greatest racer!" the announcer's voice made the crowds go nuts.
I frowned and moved faster. Once I met up with the mud car, I looked over at the driver with a stern face. He looked over at me and sped up. I clenched my teeth and moved faster too. Our cars sped down the streets, and the lights flashed dramatically. I soon took the lead for another two blocks, because I took an easy short-cut through alleys. He soon passed me when I was back on the correct racing route. When he looked back at me, time seemed to slow down and I got a long stare at him before the bright sign to the end was near. The finishing line was just in sight when he passed it before me. I slowed the car down and pulled it into the garage right next to the newbie's.
I jumped out of my car and walked over to him.
"Who do you think you are making me look bad in front of the entire city?" I said standing behind him.
He glanced back. "Someone you need to remember."
Alexandra came out from the racer aid booths.
"Hey great race sweet cheeks!" she said giving the victor a hug.
I pushed the two apart and looked up at the tall man. "What do you mean by that?! I have surely never met you, of all people, before." I said trying to gather my words.
I got a good look at him before he turned to me. Dark brown hair, gold eyes, taller than me, handsome, curly hair kind of similar to Anthony's hair.
"Well, maybe you will later." he paused. "Right, congratulations on 2nd place, sorry it's not first but I think you can live with the cash that they give you." he said throwing his helmet in his car.
I grabbed his arm before he left.
"Wait. What's your name, so I can address you properly." I frowned.
He smiled. "Just call me Will. It'll make sense later."
"My name's Grace. A pleasure." I smiled.
Alex stopped us. "Hey, it's nice that you two cutie pies are bonding, but a crowd of people are waiting for your autographs." she pointed to the stage door.
We both backed away from each other and blushed.
She stared at both of us. "Well? We have a show to attend to!" she said impatiently.
We made our way out to the crowd of people from the city. The hundreds of people here and watching from their houses, are screaming our drag racer names, and my name personally.
"Grace! Grace Grace!" they chanted.
Yeah, that's my name. Grace. Grace Robertson. I'm not here to tell you a sob story but I am here to tell you about my life, which I guess I can start now. Not too long ago when I was born, I was born in the nicest hospital in all of Netneana. My parents were wealthy, my father a war veteran, and a professional racer; and my mother a retired doctor, and a lawyer. Together they were one of the wealthiest families in all of Netneana's history. But once I got older, I started to find out that my parents were losing money. False rumors started to go around stating that my parents were horrible people: who despised the poor, my mother stole money from her clients, and leaving them with nothing. Rumors like these made my mother's businesses lose money and close down. However my father still raced until the worst crash in all of racing history. A paid thug came and crashed all competitors in the race, and most of the drivers were killed but for three survivors who needed to be put on life support, the one being my father. Soon when I was about fifteen, my father couldn't live anymore, and we had to pull the plug. My mother and I had to move into poverty. Then I met Zane, and he helped my mother and me so much, I still need to repay him when I find him. Just two years ago when I was twenty three, my mother died, and I started to race, and to this day I had been the lead victor, but now Will is up my skirt and he's racing for my title.
I turned around and looked at Will. His newly obtained fans were shouting out his racing name.
He had a marker in his hand and he was signing their things; hats, papers, books, body parts, anything really.
I turned to my crowd and started signing things of their own. Then we were moved to the interviewing booths. Since I have been the lead victor for so long, I never needed to move down one to the second placers booth I went straight to the first placers' booth. I looked over at Alexandria in the second place booth. She motioned me over before the publicity came in. I quickly moved over and turned to her.
"I hope this doesn't become a normal thing. I can't stand seeing myself in this booth. No offense to Will, but if I want to stay with the wages I had before, I'll need to kick his ass. We need that money Alexandra!" I whispered.
"Grace!" she points to the crowd of publicists.
I slowly looked over at the silent crowd of people. I could feel my face getting red. They started shouting and crying out my name for an answer to the horrible impression I just made on myself, and my team.
I felt a brush of air pass behind me when I started to get up. It was Will, I whispered.
Then something stroked my arm. A needle-like object. I felt woozy and I closed my eyes.
