10

Adelaide

We're on lap three hundred and one, and things run in with ease until…Sara and Henry pass us. Could things get any worse? They should stop shaming me for embracing my racing history. There's something great about it.

Racing history meant a lot to my father. He used to embrace old fashioned racing. It's too bad no one ever put him down for dirt track racing unlike Sara and Henry. Sara and Henry messing with us is crazy. I hate what they're doing.

I hate them, and they should go away! If one more nasty competitor enters our racetrack, I would ban them? I would ban them from all the things they would do to others! Such disrespect from a bunch of racers. They better learn something called respect. This kind of behavior is…

No one would want a racer like that. I hate Jackson Storm for all of these things. He made my father look old, and my father crashed thanks to him. I also heard from my father about Storm slamming Cruz to a wall and Cruz performing a flip.

"You shouldn't even be here, you Little Dirt Peasant!" Sara says, "This is asphalt, Sweetie! Not dirt!"

"Yeah, this ain't a dirt track!" Henry says.

This is getting annoying! The trash talking makes me have enough. The trash talking is so sickening! I would hurt them, but I can't hurt them. That would make me awful, but they deserve it.

I always have the feeling of throwing everything at others, but it's best to refrain from my feelings. No one could get hurt. It would be my fault for hurting others. I'm going to be the one to blame for everything. I know my feelings, but I can't express them.

Everything has to be in tip top shape. Every wrong move…cannot happen. One wrong move, everything falls to pieces. It takes love and determination to maintain something glorious. It takes effort, all effort, and then you get ahead.

Our effort could give me something in return. Won't it be satisfying to have someone shower you with affection after all this? Won't you ever feel like you're enough for the family? Won't you be the greatest racer in the Legacy?

Yes? I'm not so sure about that. I'm not sure if I can make it. I can't be deemed unworthy for racing or my family! I love my family! I love my brothers, I love my mother, I love my father, and I love my family friends! No one must hurt them.

"Stop threatening me to go back to the fifties! Asphalt racing became a thing in the sixties!" I say.

"I think Grandma's getting mad!" Sara says.

"I'm eighteen, you avaricious brat!"

"What does that mean?"

Stop calling me old, Sara! Also, Sara, you should stop calling me a peasant! How do I look like a peasant to you?! My parents…aren't even peasants! Heck, my brothers are not peasants! How dare you say such…things!

How dare you say things about my family! We're far from peasants! Also, the dirt track is everything in racing. Dirt track is classic, the original. Asphalt tracks replaced the traditional dirt tracks in the racing world.

"A pathetic person who cares about herself and her money!" I say.

"Henry, Am I that pathetic?" Sara asks Henry.

"No," Henry says to Sara, "I think we're better than Grandma Peasant!"

"You little…," I mutter to myself.

Phew, they left. They take it on Caleb. Bad move, Sara! Don't you dare pick on my brother. Go find another rookie! They should find another rookie! This is sick and tiring for Caleb and me!

It's so sick and tiring for us to be picked on while racing. It's so distracting. We can't even race thanks to them. I would tell them to shut up, but I can't. It's against the Hudson Hornet Legacy.

The Hudson Hornet Legacy means a lot to my father, and I can't screw it up for him. Everything's got to go as planned. He'll just ban me for life. I'm not enough, but I'm doing everything I can for him and the rest of the family.

This family means a lot to me. I'm trying my best for them. My father's fame is a lot, and I can reach it. I swear I can reach it. I swear to my father I'll never disappoint him. I'll do anything for him. The only thing I need to get through is bad competitors.

Bad competitors make for a nasty race, but I have to get through them. It's possible I can withstand them. I'm a resilient and brilliant daughter, but Dad thinks I'm using it inappropriately. However, I disagree with him, and it's another way to withstand anything including these competitors.

"Hey, Wuss?! Aren't you going to fight back?!" Sara asks Caleb in a baby voice.

"Yeah, fight back! Fight back!" Henry yells at Caleb next to Sara.

"Just stop it!" Caleb yells at them.

I approach Sara and Henry, but they keep on picking on me and Caleb. They're so awful again. They should stop, or I could just tell my crew chief on them. I'm not trying to snitch on them. This is serious.

Racing is serious. It's a part of my family. No one should mess with others. No one should mess with the great racers. We're all great, and I'll be just as great as them. At least, my parents would be proud of me for once.

Mom might just say I'm trying too hard, but Dad…expects a lot from me. Maybe not. However, Dad might just say something about letting everyone do their job, get what they want and need, and not butting in onto everyone's businesses.

Zachary on the other hand might say I'm awful. Of course, what gives? It was best for us anyways. Restoring Doc Hudson's legacy mattered more. Dad meant a lot, and anything belonging to him such as racing must continue with me.

"What are you doing here, Dirt Peasant?! This is between me and the wuss!" Sara asks.

"Stop it!" I demand.

"Stop what?!"

"Forcing Caleb to fight back!" I say, "What are we to you? Animals?!"

"Well, Caleb's a wimp! Shouldn't all racers fight back?!"

You think Caleb has to fight back?! Nope! Racer's shouldn't be fighting! Where did you get that from?! Dad never told me! He never told me about racers fighting back. Jackson Storm and Chick Hicks got their way fighting other racers, but their victims never fought back.

Racers can never fight back. If a racer crashes us, we would have to suffer. Dad told me about his suffering from Storm. It's the worst thing for a racer, but I'll…I'll have to do what I have to do, and Caleb should too.

"Is there something wrong about him? He's perfect as is!" I say.

"He's weak! He doesn't fit in! Your parents are such morons!" Sara says.

"Really? Because he might be tough in his way!"

"Whatever, see ya, Freaks!"

"Yeah, see ya when we win!" Henry laughs.

At least Sara and Henry are gone for now. They won't bother us. This should be permanent. We'd be doomed. We're on the three hundred and second lap. Leah passes us alone without Sara and Henry.

Why is Leah alone without Sara and Henry? Isn't she friends with them? Is she done with their awful name calling and mocking? Is she defending us? I don't know. I wouldn't expect it from Leah, but I guess she's faking it. I don't know.

What Leah did was unacceptable! She should not mess with Caleb like that! She, Sara, and Henry shouldn't mess with us at all! They should mess with any other racer! I won't mind, but messing with kids…No! Just…no!

I just…can't! These competitors are…what is this kind of madness? Are rookies these days that cruel, or is it just Sara, Leah, and Henry? Many racers in Cruz's generation weren't that bad…Well, for Jackson Storm…still worse than the rest. However, he can't compare to Sara, Leah, or Henry. Not at all.

"Hello, Little Brats!" Leah says.

"Leah, what do you want?!" Caleb asks.

"Oh, it's none of your business!"

"What do you mean?!" I ask.

"Ok, just watch out for Sara and Henry! They play unfairly!"

I still hate Leah for what she did to us. I still hate Leah for her debut incident, and I still hate her for making fun of Caleb. It's so messed up and sickening for Leah to do that. I'm so sick of it!

Caleb and I don't utter a word. What she did to us was awful. I can't even trust her, and I never will. I'm starting to hate Leah for what she did to us. I still have no clue about the incident in her debut, but I still hate her nonetheless.

Sara makes me sick. She makes me sick, and trouble infects my mind. Everything infects my mind. What's the point of getting back at Sara? What's the point in telling her to shut up? What's the point in telling her not to mess with Caleb?