Well, if that's not for that little G-boy replying that he don't want to participate on my WhatsApp. He said that I was just too impulsive. Well, I drove my BRZ at 7 to his house and wheelspin in front of his house. He didn't seem to respond at all. Well, I will just wait.

An hour later, the door opened. It was Stilton. I hit the gas and wheelspin in front of him.

"Ah, come on! Who was doing this in front of me?" Stilton shouted.

He went to my car and I opened the window.

"Yo, doggy, come and race with me tonight. I dare you to race with me," I told him.

"Sally, why are you coming here to challenge me to a race? Didn't you got something better to do?"

"Well. If you don't want to..." I told him as I showed him a video from last year. I did attempt to sabotage him to be my "Pokemon".

"Okay, okay, I am going to do it!" he hesitantly said. He's already scared.

I hit the gas and drove away. I am going to wait for him there. Tonight. At 8, this race will determine if he is really a good "competitor".

That night, I am waiting for him at the docks along with my homies. And then a red car came. It was Stilton. He drove in with a stock 370Z NISMO, since pussies don't tune their horsey.

He opened the door and got out from his car. He was still in his usual clothes; a three-piece suit.

"Yo, girl, who's that guy in green?" one of my homies, Carl, asked.

"That's Geronimo Stilton. He can't even drive a car properly," I told him that Stilton can't even race at all.

"I came here only because you force me to do so, Sally!" Geronimo shouted at me.

"And also, anyone want to bet?" I asked.

Everyone put up their bets. The majority goes to me because I am more capable of driving compared to that guy. Each of us has been given a walkie-talkie to use. We lined our cars at the docks, got our GoPros, attached them, got the map of the race, and now we are waiting for the race to start. I started behind Stilton this time around. As the race start, we put our pedals on the gas and raced.

I quickly took the lead as we went to the residential area, and I drifted quickly towards the amusement park. As I got to the tennis court, I turned left to the stadium and then burst to the straight. When I was about to turn right, Stilton "accidentally" PIT'd me.

"Sorry, Sally," he said through the walkie-talkie.

"Godammit!" I shouted at him as I hit the gas, ramming it to 62 mph in 5 seconds. He's already at the market as I hit the gas, doing a U-turn. I was neck-to-neck to him as he turned left and then going round and round The Rodent's Gazette and The Daily Rat. I eventually caught up with him and then going round the Town Hall. I drove to the market, then turn right to the railway station, before turning right again after passing the airport.

That was when I really messed up after turning to the roundabout on the gym. As I tried to round around the statue, Stilton PIT'd me again. I almost hit the arch.

"What the hell, Stilton! How many times do you need to lie to me?!" I shouted at him, again.

"Okay, okay, I don't even know how to race, so don't really blame me on that," he said.

He drove to the hospital, turned right, and sped to the side of the Rodent River. I quickly U- turned, and drove along the river. It all seems like Stilton's "tiger" gramps, William Shortpaws saw me as I passed along his house. The speedometer hit 155 mph before I hit the brakes, turned right and got did my final stretch. By then I have already at his back. I hit the gas as I was about to pass Stilton before he reaches the finished line...

As I cross the line, I hit the brakes hard and did a clockwise turn. Did I win? I got out of the car as I went to Carl.

"Yo, girl, you know what? You win!" he told me.

But the fun doesn't last for long. The annoying cops came! Goddamn, why did they come from?