Philly glared up the drag racing straightaway. Suddenly, he shot off down it and eventually crossed the finish line. 15 seconds, not good…Philly thought. He knew counting in his head wasn't very accurate, but he knew he didn't have a record time. He slumped down onto his tires and was ready to give up. After doing it about 50 times in a row and still doing bad made him feel that maybe getting a supercharger was a complete waste. As he was leaving the track, he heard someone behind him.
"Were are you going so fast?" the voice said. Philly turned around and there was Constance smiling at him. She seemed to always be at the track now these days, getting ready to race for her school's race team. "Giving up already?"
Philly let out a sigh. "Yeah, kind of…" Constance rolled her eyes in response.
"You just got a supercharger, and now your going to waste it? Its just going to sit on you and do nothing?" she asked him. Philly sadly nodded. "Well, maybe you SHOULD take it out, especially after last night." Philly sighed. His parents eventually found out about his supercharger and makeover, and they were furious. His mother cried and his dad threw a fit, and both grounded him for a month.
"Yeah, I should probably get it taken off. Even with it, I'll never be any faster than I already am," he said while looking at the ground. Constance came around next to him.
"Oh, Philly. I know that you want to be fast, I do. You never had the power to do so, but now you do, I know you do. You just need a better racing technique, and I can help you." Constance gave him a friendly smile.
"Really, you would?" Philly asked her. Constance nodded and Philly gave her a big hug. He couldn't wait; this could be his one chance to become fast.
Every day after school, Philly and Constance went to the track for practice. She eventually had to drop the racing team, but to her, Philly mattered more than that. She showed him all different types of racing techniques, like how to start out fast and how to keep speed. For the first couple of days, Philly felt like giving up because he couldn't get anything right. After a month or so, though, he began to feel power and speed under him. He was able to fly down the straight away at top speed, and his time improved greatly.
After a while, Constance let Philly be on his own and stopped giving help; she knew he no longer needed it. Philly kept practicing and got faster and faster and now he was really determined to race against someone.
On the last day of school, Philly was happily cruising down the halls. He wasn't fully aware of everything around him and he didn't see Wrench cruising next to him. Suddenly, Wrench revved his engine and Philly jumped, knocking into a bunch of cars also cruising through the hallway. Soon, Wrench was joined with the laughter of his friends and his peers.
"What yah gonna do now, Phillster? Yah gonna throw a tire at me, or run away and cry?" Wrench asked him. Philly had really had the last straw by now. He did want to attack Wrench, but he knew that would get him nowhere. Instead, he got off the pile of cars he landed on and calmly drove up to him and smiled. Wrench was surprised.
"How about this, Wrench. How about we settle this with, a race?" Philly said calmly.
"Race? You want to RACE? You got to be kidding me! You remember how I owned you last time…"
"Then you can own me again. Let's see, if I win, you give me your trophy for 'Best Racer in the School'. If you win, I can give you something, you name it."
"Your supercharger. I want that," Wrench replied. "My dad won't let me have one, but I'm sure he would if you gave it to me." Wrench gave Philly a wicked smile.
"Alright then. We race tomorrow, 4 o' clock at the track. Were gonna drag," Philly told him, getting right into his face.
"Alright. It's on then, Phillster. See you tomorrow then. Come on guys!" Wrench said to Turbo and Nitrox as they drove off down the halls. Philly knew he could do this; he was ready to race Wrench once again.
