Hello guys! School inspired me to start writing again. Since I have nothing better to do I made one of my old ideas come to life.

-Cloudy-

"Storm, make him leave the team or we are breaking up and I am going back to Rusteze."

I made a strong argument. And I'm proud of myself for that. I was standing up for myself for the second time in my life.

"Arrie,

Storm said smoothly. His voice echoing off every object in the room since everybody was holding there breath.

"You're fired."

I was surprised by this. They seemed like such good friends, I hate to break friendship up by what Arrie did to me was unforgivable.

"This can't be!"

He shouted. I scuffed my tire around on the ground. He was fired. He lost his job because of me.

A black sleek looking corvette pulled around the corner.

"Oh yes it can. Gather up your things Arrie I want you out of here in 5."

A smile spread across Jackson's frame.

"Carrie. I am so glad you backed me up on that. Man that kid was annoying."

I fake smiled to that statement. Even though he was a dirtbag he was still my brother at heart.

Carrie's ice cold eyes darted over to McQueen.

"Mr. McQueen."

A smile spread across her frame.

"Are you here for a tour with your trainer?"

McQueen was caught off guard by this.

"No ma'am. I am just here to say goodbye."

The words goodbye stung. Like being hit by a Semi truck from behind.

"Bye."

He didn't even direct it to anybody which made me even sadder. I could see tears at the brim of his hood. I could feel them too. If Jackson saw them he would be pissed so I blinked them out.

"Stay in touch ya hear?"

My best friend for many years snapped me out of my tear blinking trance.

"Will do."

I muttered out. If I had said it any louder my voice would've cracked.

My best friend for years and my lover just drove through the glass revolving doors.

"Hey Babe, let's get some good paint on you."

He smiled at me. I fake smiled back. Primer wasn't doing it but hey I spent months in Primer with McQueen.

"Carrie, I want her in the same black paint as mine and give her some blue accents."

He didn't even let me choose how I was being painted.

"Will do Mr. Storm. Ms. Days, please follow me."

My drove past the simulators and the other cars training.

"Please go in there."

I drove into a tiny room year 4 forklifts put wrap around my tires to avoid getting paint on them and left the tiny room.

Carrie was outside the window taking to a pick-up truck that probably did the paint. Making Storm's request more detailed. She drove away from the station the pick-up was at.

"Please close your eyes and hold your breath."

I did as I was told. A brush started painted over the primer. A stencil then was stuck to the side of my frame and painted. Probably the logo. A minute or so later.

"We are done."

I opened my eyes and released the breath I was holding. Jackson was now next to the pick-up.

"You look amazing babe."

The word babe stung. I always hated pet names. Lightning never called me any. That was always nice. A mirror was lowered down from the ceiling. I got really sad. All the amazing memories I had in white were sniffed out by the black.

"What do you think babe?"

I lied.

"It looks amazing."

I hope you enjoyed that!!!