The Olympic Brothers--"Cole's Infatuation"
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Cole was on the bus that night, on the wya back to Horizon. Everyone was spread out, most of them sleeping. The kids were already gone. He was about to fall asleep when he noticed a sign out of the corner of his eyes, one that he reconized all to well from his hometown. It was a fliar from a non-existent kids' club.
What it was really for was car racing-illegal car racing, at that. It was kind of a code poster. He grinned mischievesly. He quickly memorized the address (it was only a mile or two form Horizon, in an empty lot away from civilization) and the time. THen he noticed it again. MIDNIGHT?! His eyes already felt like stones, he was so tired.
**Later that night**
Cole arrived at the place, shivering in his jeans and sweatshirt. He had managed to sneak away. A guy walked up to him. "Hey, kid," he said and grabbed Cole's shoulder. He was drunk. Cole jumped away. The guy tried to grab at him again but someone came and shoved the old guy away. COle swallowed. "Uh, thanks." he said. "No prob. What's a kid like you doin' here?" he asked. "This is my sport. It's what I do," Cole answered. "How old are you?" "Fourteen. Almost fifteen, in a month." "Do you have a car?" the guy asked, raising an eyebrow. "No. I go to some school that doesn't really allow me to have cars," Cole answered sarcastically. "Smart. I like you. I'll sign you up."
Cole opened the door to the Silver 1997 Toyota Supra. He was lucky that one of the regulars had let him borrow the car, even though if he lost the race, or damaged the car in any way, shape, or form then all of them would probably kill him. He pulled up to the start line. His heart was racing madly. Before they started, he revved the engine for the first time in what seemed like forever. The flag guy walked up between the two cars and made sure they were both ready.
The flag was brought down and the tires of the two cars screeched and they were off. They were neck and neck as the speeds reached 40, 45, 50 and it still went rising. Cole was out in front, but not by much as he shifted from second to third gear he thought 'man how I have missed this'. When he reached about 90 he was behind by about a foot. He decided that it was time to use the Nitrous Oxide. He pressed his foot on the gas peddle until it wouldn't go down anymore then he pressed the little red button on the steering wheel. His speed went from 100 to about 160. He passed his opponent he shifted down from fourth to third. He reached the finish line about two feet in front of the guy he was racing.
Cole was going too fast when he finished that he had to put on the emergency break to stop. When he stepped out of the car, he was surprised by the sound of the cheering crowd. But his glory was ended when he heard the sirens of cops. The driver of the car pushed him aside and onto the ground. Everyone raced off leaving Cole there by himself.
**pwease review Thanks to Cole HGMONKEY017 for a portion of this chapter..Go review his story!**
Cole was on the bus that night, on the wya back to Horizon. Everyone was spread out, most of them sleeping. The kids were already gone. He was about to fall asleep when he noticed a sign out of the corner of his eyes, one that he reconized all to well from his hometown. It was a fliar from a non-existent kids' club.
What it was really for was car racing-illegal car racing, at that. It was kind of a code poster. He grinned mischievesly. He quickly memorized the address (it was only a mile or two form Horizon, in an empty lot away from civilization) and the time. THen he noticed it again. MIDNIGHT?! His eyes already felt like stones, he was so tired.
**Later that night**
Cole arrived at the place, shivering in his jeans and sweatshirt. He had managed to sneak away. A guy walked up to him. "Hey, kid," he said and grabbed Cole's shoulder. He was drunk. Cole jumped away. The guy tried to grab at him again but someone came and shoved the old guy away. COle swallowed. "Uh, thanks." he said. "No prob. What's a kid like you doin' here?" he asked. "This is my sport. It's what I do," Cole answered. "How old are you?" "Fourteen. Almost fifteen, in a month." "Do you have a car?" the guy asked, raising an eyebrow. "No. I go to some school that doesn't really allow me to have cars," Cole answered sarcastically. "Smart. I like you. I'll sign you up."
Cole opened the door to the Silver 1997 Toyota Supra. He was lucky that one of the regulars had let him borrow the car, even though if he lost the race, or damaged the car in any way, shape, or form then all of them would probably kill him. He pulled up to the start line. His heart was racing madly. Before they started, he revved the engine for the first time in what seemed like forever. The flag guy walked up between the two cars and made sure they were both ready.
The flag was brought down and the tires of the two cars screeched and they were off. They were neck and neck as the speeds reached 40, 45, 50 and it still went rising. Cole was out in front, but not by much as he shifted from second to third gear he thought 'man how I have missed this'. When he reached about 90 he was behind by about a foot. He decided that it was time to use the Nitrous Oxide. He pressed his foot on the gas peddle until it wouldn't go down anymore then he pressed the little red button on the steering wheel. His speed went from 100 to about 160. He passed his opponent he shifted down from fourth to third. He reached the finish line about two feet in front of the guy he was racing.
Cole was going too fast when he finished that he had to put on the emergency break to stop. When he stepped out of the car, he was surprised by the sound of the cheering crowd. But his glory was ended when he heard the sirens of cops. The driver of the car pushed him aside and onto the ground. Everyone raced off leaving Cole there by himself.