The Stolls II
I had arrived early to the tracks, because I had to practice.
And clean the cars.
I guess it's not easy being a star in go-karts if you have to work in a track to earn the time to practice and money to travel to races. But, it could be worst. I could be stuck in a work that can't allow me to sneak to the tracks on my free time. Or, I could be working somewhere that doesn't have free time. Or that it's away from the tracks... You know what? I don't wanna even know!
The next race was months away, since the championship only starts in June and we were in February, but I like to prepare myself before handed. Closer to the date, all the pilots come rushing and booking the tracks, not allowing anyone else (not even kids celebrating their birthdays, which is kind of cruel to do) to practice.
So, my boss let me come early, only if I finish all my chores before the closing time. Listen to me, I sound like Cinderella... 'If you finish your chores, you can go to the ball'... God, someone spare me!
I need a few laps...
It was around midday that our first clients arrived.
Since it was a school day, and I go to college at night, mornings are usually slow and quiet, which not only allows me to go a few laps myself (like I did when I arrived), but also study at work. My boss is kind of chill that way, which is good for us.
Anyway, when the door pull open, a couple of siblings walked in along with a woman behind them. The kids were probably around ten years old and they were identical, which meant that they were twins. The only difference was that one was slightly tallest than the other one. They had curly brown hair and blue eyes full with that troublemaker spark. They were wearing some T-shirts with jeans and sneakers, while carrying their school backpacks.
"Travis! Connor!" the woman called them. I'm assuming she was their mother because the kids stopped dead on their tracks and turned slowly towards her.
"Yes, Mommy?" one of them replied, trying to look all innocent. But their mother didn't buy that.
"Don't you 'yes, Mommy' me or I'm taking you back home right now and no hangouts for a week!" the mother threatened. The twins knew she meant business, because they were terrified and nodded with their heads. Sighing, the woman turned to me "Hi, I was wondering if the kids here could go a few laps around..."
"Sure, ma'am" I smiled, just like the boss told us towards a customer "The kids here can do laps for ten, fifteen minutes or half an hour, with the proper instructor and equipment, along with helmets and suits, and do not worry, the accelerator has an automatic break that doesn't allow to go faster than 2 miles per hour-"
"2 miles?! That's too slow!" one of the twins complained to me. Apparently, they walked closer to listen when we started to talk. Their mother was about to say something, but I decided to interfere.
"Well, we don't want you guys to get into accidents..." I replied to him, smirking "Because if you do, you won't be able to tell your friends what a great time you had here..." He stared at me for a second, as considering my words, before nodding "So, how long is going to be?"
"Mommy, can we do the half an hour time?"
"No, Mommy! I wanna do the fifteen one!"
"That's too little time!"
"Is not! We'll get bored and what are we going to do?"
"We won't!"
"We will!"
"We won't!"
"We will!"
"We won't!"
"We will!"
"Boys!" their mother shut them up. I couldn't interfere even if I wanted to because of the speed they were talking to each other "Since it's Connor's birthday, he gets to choose-"
"Yay!" Once the mystery of who was who from the siblings (just not twins, as they had different birthdays), Connor, the shorter one, started to fist bump the air and jump in his place, before offering his hand to me "High five!" Chuckling, I gave him five as he asked.
"So, Connor... What's going to be?" I wondered to him.
"Fifteen minutes!"
"Alright!" I agreed with him "First thing I need is you and your brother to write your names for the score board" I pointed to big and luminous board that kept the record of races of the kids. Connor quickly typed his name before letting his brother typed his "Alright, Travis, Connor... Come with me. We'll suit you up and give you the rules, alright?"
"You say 'alright' too many times" Travis pointed out at me. I simply shrugged.
"It's neither a bad word nor a good one" I realized, walking from behind the counter and offered each of them my hand. They took it without waiting and I guided them towards the locker room, where I dressed them ready for the tracks. Also, I went over the basics of the rules and I admitted that we don't give away trophies or gifts if someone wins, like Travis asked me. When they came back out, all suited up and with their helmets under their little arms, it reminded me of those astronauts movies when they walk toward the platform. Really funny.
"You guys look adorable!" their mother gushed them, before taking a picture, making the boys groan.
"Mom!" Travis put his helmet on, not wanting to deal with that.
"Alright, boys. Remember, you must have fun, OK?"
"I'm so gonna beat you, Travs!" Little Connor bragged to his brother.
"You're going down, Connor!" Travis continued the playful banter between them. I smirked and placed myself on the exit line while they got into their cars.
"Ready? Set? Go!"
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