CHAPTER 1
We find ourselves in the world of Sugar Rush. The qualifying race for the next day has just ended and most are happy about their places. Some more than others. Swizzle Malarkey and his friend Gloyd Orangeboar are discussing the race.
"5th place, I'll take it!" Gloyd boasts.
"10th again! Unbelievable!" Swizzle is clearly on tilt about the race.
"Dude, don't take it that bad, all you…" Gloyd loses his train of thought mid-sentence, catching sight of the trio of winners in the race. Taffyta Muttonfudge and her duo of delinquents, Candlehead and Rancis Fluggerbutter, are walking up with their trophies. They are conversing amongst one another over in the distance. Swizzle snaps his fingers a couple times in front of Gloyd's face.
"You lost it man, what were you getting at?"
"Uhh…huh? Was I saying something?"
"Wow dude, every time that dumb group of preps ever walks up, your brain gets coated in frosting. Wait, you don't 'like' one of them, do you?"
"Oh, for the love of pie, you're just still mad that you can't even make it into the next day roster unless people crash at the first turn!" That was the wrong thing to say.
"You Airhead!" Swizzle hops back into his car and speeds off down the qualifying track, presumably to get some more practice but mostly to blow off some steam. Gloyd tries to act cool, yet his face is slightly blushing. He didn't mean to make a scene. Taffyta walks up with her posse. Gloyd's eyes meet with all of theirs for a moment, but he made a point to look a little bit longer into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"What was that all about?" asks Candlehead.
"Don't even worry about it, it's all cool." Gloyd is obviously getting fidgety.
Taffyta asserts herself into the conversation. "He was headed towards some thick patches of chocolate on the road, at the speed he was going he may spin out of control!" The rest of the group chuckles a bit.
"Yeah, I guess I better go see if he's managed to wreck yet. It is sort of my fault anyways. Hey, Mirror Boy, I'll race you!"
Rancis was preoccupied with a nail that had something on it. When Gloyd calls him that, it's go time.
"You're so on!"
Both of the boys hop into their cars and wait for Candlehead to give the go.
"3…2…1…GO!"
In less than a few seconds, both of the boys were dust clouds on the horizon.
