It was the next day, race day, and Philly woke up that morning filled with excitement and ambition. He wanted to whip some serious ass that day. After getting up, he quickly ate his breakfast and rushed to his bus stop, totally forgetting to say good-bye to his mother.
When he arrived at school, at first Philly felt strong and confident, but not until he saw Wrench and his friends in the hallway. He froze and got all nervous inside, especially when Wrench began to approach him. Yet despite his nervousness, Philly was able to stay calm and collected.
"So, yah ready for your biggest ass whipping yet, Phillster?" Wrench asked him smugly and Turbo and Nitrox laughed. Philly just gave him a dirty look.
"We'll see whose ass will get whipped, now won't we?" Philly shot back at him. He then quickly drove past them and went straight to class. He didn't want any more confrontation with them, since he needed to prepare himself mentally for this race. Being around Wrench wasn't gonna help.
The day surprisingly flew by. Before Philly knew it, the last bell rang and classes where dismissed. He noticed that most of his peers were already starting to head to the track; he might as well too. He went into the track field house and gave himself a pep talk.
"You can do this Philly, you can do this Philly. Just show him what you got, you got to make up for what you lost the last time you raced him." Philly breathed in and out deeply and looked over at the clock on the boy's bathroom wall. Three fifty-five. Five minutes left till race time. "I have to prove myself, I gotta show em' all. I want to be the new racing champion." He looked back up at the clock. Three fifty-eight. "I'd better get out there," he told himself as he left the field house.
Wrench was waiting at the track near the drag racing straight-away with his friends, who were giving him a pep talk. When he heard Philly's loud engine behind him, he turned to the muscle car.
"Ready? Its 4 o' clock," Wrench said. Philly could only nod. For some reason, words just didn't want to come out of him at that moment. The two drove up to the starting line and the starter came out. Quickly, Philly looked up into the stands. The entire school, including the teachers, were there and also, to his surprise, was Constance. She smiled and waved to him and yelled out to him a good luck. Philly was glad his sister was there to watch him.
"O.K Philly and Wrench! Please put your tires on the starting line!" the starter yelled. The two did so. "O.K! Three commands! I will say on your mark, get set, and I will set off this gun, which means go! Got it you two? If you false start, I will set off the gun twice and we will start over. Yet remember, if you guys are planning to got to States and if you false start then, you will be disqualified! Got it?" Philly and Wrench nodded as the starter took out the starting gun.
"Alright!" yelled the starter. The stands became frightenly silent as the starter put on headphones to filter out the gun's noise. He raised the gun in the air. "On your mark!" Philly didn't look at the starter, but at the track in front of him. His heart was racing wildly and he started to feel sweat drip down his side. For that moment, Philly felt like as if everything around him didn't exist, as if he was all alone on the track. "Get set!" the starter yelled wrapping his tire around the trigger. Philly's eyes were glued to the track in front of him; he wouldn't dare look at the starter. Suddenly, the starter pulled the trigger. Philly took off, along with Wrench right after him.
The two were tied, both of their engines roaring and pushing to get ahead of one another. Philly suddenly started to feel his supercharger kick into gear as he was able to pull himself into the lead, with Wrench just a few feet behind him. Philly began to pull himself farther ahead a little bit at a time and was now a few feet ahead of the Mustang. Philly grinned with confidence, since he was almost at the finish line. Then, all of a sudden, he felt a sneeze coming on. Philly began to slow down quickly and Wrench sped right past him. This is it, its over Philly thought. Now down to a slow speed, he let out a huge sneeze. Philly's supercharger loudly revved, fire shot from his exhaust pipes, and his huge cheater slicks burned out from under him and he shot off. He quickly caught up to Wrench, who was a little bit surprised to see him next to him. Philly, still full of speed, quickly passed Wrench and went across the finish line. He quickly slammed on his breaks and he slid to a stop. Philly looked behind him and back at the finish line. Wrench was sitting there, absolutely dumbfounded; his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open in shock. Suddenly, the crowd roared with cheering and whistling. Philly saw Constance, who was yelling and crying happy tears. Philly smiled. He did it. He beat Wrench.
One of the teachers, the gym teacher, came up to Philly with a gold trophy. He quickly hushed the cheering in the stands and started to give a speech.
"Philly Taylor is the winner of the school championships…" he suddenly got interrupted by the cars in the stands cheering. He hushed them once again. "Anyway. I'll tell you now, I have never seen anyone ever rise to the top like this, ever. Philly has definitely proved he is a true Taylor and a good racer, and now he has earned the title Fastest on the Block! Am' I right?!" the gym teacher yelled out. The stands started to cheer wildly again with excitement. The teacher looked at Philly softly and handed him the trophy.
"Here yah go, boy. Yah deserved it." The gym teacher said and smiled. Philly couldn't believe he was holding a trophy. He never thought he would, but he was now. To him, this was the best day of his life. He looked back at the stands and saw that all the cars were leaving them, coming onto the track. A crowd of cars picked Philly up and he was carried off the track, which had never been done before at the school. He looked back at Wrench, who was still standing there with the same look on his face. Philly gave the mustang an evil smile and rose the trophy high enough in the air for Wrench to see. Soon enough, every car on the track was gone, except Wrench. He couldn't believe it; he lost to Philly Taylor. He sighed as he slowly drove off the track and went home, defeated for the very first time, by a guy he never thought who could do it, but did. For Wrench, it was the end of his drag racing career.
O.K, here ish chapter 9. Sorry it took me so long to update, I have had little time on my hands lately.