Disclaimer: I don't own the rights for F-Zero or any other names from it. It was made by nintendo and Sega made GX.

All right, this is my first fanfic on this site so bear with me. Basically, It's about a kid who's had a rough life and wants to be an F-Zero pilot, and is telling the story to you (first person). I'll make it as different from other fanfics as possible. Here it goes.

You have heard the many stories about great dreams and how determination can fulfill those dreams. Well I want to say now, that mine is not one of them. Sure, I had dreams and they came true, but you only see the story on the track, not off. I'm Blake Cannon, and this is my story.

So the way I remember it was I was about ten and was walking home form school to play with my friends. I had known them since before I could remember, but my best friend was Jack Throwmen. We had been through every thing together, from pre-k to fifth grade so far, and soon to Jr. High. Jack was as interested in F-Zero racing as I was, and we'd always play games like we were racing. Those were good times, until I learned that we were moving to Port Town because of my dad's business.

" WHAT" I yell as I hit my dad's leg," why do we have to leave!"

" I'm sorry Blake, but I couldn't get another job here."

I was crushed like a can on the free way when I heard the news. I gave Jack my e-mail so we could keep in touch, but I'd probably never see him again.

So we drove along the high way in our car. Regular cars didn't go more than 300 mph, but F-Zero racers are know to go an average of 1000 mph. The fastest racer ever recorded was 1967 mph set by Captain Falcon, my hero. He's one of F-Zero's finest racers and the epitome of it. But, back to the moving. That was awful, having to leave my home to go somewhere I'd never heard of. My family isn't what I'd call rich, but the grass is always greener on the other side. I didn't get why my dad had to move, but it was for our family, and I respected that.

So over the next few years, I had a bad time in school. People would always push me into lockers and beat me up for no real reasons, except I was "new meat," which I personally think is a stupid name. My grades were good, but Jr. High is more social than academic, so I guess I wasn't very social. Yeah right. It would have been better if I had met, or had more friends; they could have stood up for me like Jack did. He was doing fine, but it would have been nice to see him.

I high school my interest in F-Zero came back, when I found out that Captain Falcon grew up in my hometown. My dad brought me to some races, one of which was the infamous big crash that almost killed the Mighty Gazelle. I made some friends but I was still getting beat up. Until one day I decided to stand up for my self.

" Hey, kid," said that moronic bully, "ready for your daily beating?"

" Beat this, punk" I said as I punched him in the gut. He fell to the ground, but got back up and ran at me while the rest of the people chanted "fight." I dove down to dodge him and kicked him in the crouch. That looked pretty painful. He was on his knees when the principal came by. I knew I was in trouble so I helped the bully up, wondering why he never got in trouble. I had detention for a week and my parents didn't take it well. I was grounded for the time I was in detention but it wasn't that bad. I felt better about myself after it, but no one else did.

My story really began after high school, when I got a job and wanted to get an F-Zero racer. I always would search high and low for parts, but always came out empty handed. I worked at an F-Zero simulator for people that don't have any money to go to a race or race in one. It was like an arcade, but it was the actual training device that real racers used. I made some money, but if I were racing then, I would have made an even better living.

Okay, in the reviews, say what you think I should do to make it better. It should get better next chapter. I'll write it soon.