Crank
Chapter 2
The alarm range, a some what groggy body immersed from the sheets as a fist crashed down on the alarm and then silence. "Hemichi get your ass out of bed NOW!!" his father yelled from down stairs. Coming out of his room, still dressing himself at the same time, walks down to the kitchen.
Name: Hemichi
Age: 16
Hair: wild blonde
Occupation: High School Student
……………Still.
"Morning Hemi." His little brother said. "Mmmmm…" Hemichi grumbled. "So what's that hunk of junk out in the driveway?" his father asked. "Yeah if you want to call it a piece of junk when your driving an old civic that still needs both the brakes and transmission repaired…yeah my cars a piece of junk alright." Hemichi said sarcastically. Father looked over but said nothing just gave look of disgust. "So when could I ride in it big brother?"' his youngest brother Tarismo said. " I don't know man still got to see if it's fully safe for me first, not about to let you get hurt.", he said to him. " What kind of excuse is that boy, just let him ride in the car already.". Hemichi stood up at the table and said," Well somebody has gotten a small grasp of reality." "Now whats that supposed to mean." Father shouted from the other end of the table. "Never mind I'm going to school", and headed for the door. Father came to the sink to put his dishes away and yelled, "don't get busy in the back seat after school boy!" Hemichi waved of the remark and slammed the door behind him.
As he was walking up to the drivers side he noticed the claw mark that had been tore in to the quarter panel. Looked with thought but then shrugged it off and got in. As he was going down the street he noticed that the car would always shift later but then to soon for some reason. "Carburetor must need to be cleaned and fluids in the transmission changed", He thought to himself.
That day at school he got a little talk from his schoolmates about his "new ride". "How fast does it go?" or "what you got in it?" or even "You know I skips a beat when it runs right?" Obviously you can see he is been very annoyed being the person he is, not wanting attention. That day after school he comes to his car and finds a yellow slip on his windshield. It was a note from somebody saying about an underground race going on at Thirteenth Street. Put it his pocket and got in. Second notice he finds that the radio is being weird switching from channel to channel unexpectedly. Heading down Carachy Street he heard a noise like a silent cry, a cry that he had never heard before but then blew off in to the breeze. That night he as in his bed and thought about everything that had happened and wondered, "Why do feel like I need to go out and do something" suddenly he heard a whisper that could barely be heard said "your pocket". He reached for his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper with the info of the race that was that night. "Hmm…guess I should rumble."
