Note: Jesse is 16 and Christine is 15. That is that now on with the
story.
About half an hour later Christine wished she had never told Brian she would go. None of her cloths looked right on her. You could see her scars. And her face she thought looked awful. Not beautiful and a live as it usually looks. Now it was ugly and dead. There was a knock on her door. She answered it. It was Letty.
"Are you getting dressed for tonight?" Letty asked.
"I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"I don't feel good."
"Are you sure that's the reason?"
"Well, look at me in ugly and have scars all over me."
"Come here. I have an idea." Letty said grabbing a few things. About an hour later Christine walked out of her room. You could not tell there was a scar on her. As they got ready to go to the race, everyone was getting into there own car. Brian rode with Dom. Jesse and Christine were there too.
When they got to the race. Tons of people crowed around the car. They all wanted to race Dom. They wanted to be the one that beat him. Christine got out and ran out of the crowed. She didn't like being around so many people. She was afraid some one would see her true face. While making her escape from the crowds she didn't look where she was going and ran right into a boy. He must have been the same age her. He was about a head taller then her. He had blonde hair spiked with green eyes.
"I'm sorry" Christine said.
"It's ok. I'm Matt." He said.
"Christine."
"Why are you at the race?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I never saw you here before. Is someone you know racing tonight?"
"Yea."
"Who"
"Dom."
"Toretto?"
"Yea."
"How do you know him?"
"My brother kind of works for him."
"Oh, that's cool." Matt's voice said a little differently.
"Yea, I guess. Why are you here? Do you race?"
"No, I'm not old enough. But I will soon."
"Cool."
"Christine we are leaving." Jesse came over and said.
"I'll be right over." She said to Jesse. Turing back around to Matt she said, "I guess I have to be going. Bye."
"Wait. Can I have your number?"
"No." She said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I don't know it." She said turning a light shade of pink.
"Here is mine." He said writing on a piece of paper in his pocket. "So I guess I'll be seeing you." He said while she was walking away.
She turned and said, "Looks like it." He waved and watched her get in the car with Dom, Brian, and Jesse. Jesse said something to her. Making her smile. Who was that? Matt thought to himself, walking over to his ride to the race.
About half an hour later Christine wished she had never told Brian she would go. None of her cloths looked right on her. You could see her scars. And her face she thought looked awful. Not beautiful and a live as it usually looks. Now it was ugly and dead. There was a knock on her door. She answered it. It was Letty.
"Are you getting dressed for tonight?" Letty asked.
"I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"I don't feel good."
"Are you sure that's the reason?"
"Well, look at me in ugly and have scars all over me."
"Come here. I have an idea." Letty said grabbing a few things. About an hour later Christine walked out of her room. You could not tell there was a scar on her. As they got ready to go to the race, everyone was getting into there own car. Brian rode with Dom. Jesse and Christine were there too.
When they got to the race. Tons of people crowed around the car. They all wanted to race Dom. They wanted to be the one that beat him. Christine got out and ran out of the crowed. She didn't like being around so many people. She was afraid some one would see her true face. While making her escape from the crowds she didn't look where she was going and ran right into a boy. He must have been the same age her. He was about a head taller then her. He had blonde hair spiked with green eyes.
"I'm sorry" Christine said.
"It's ok. I'm Matt." He said.
"Christine."
"Why are you at the race?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I never saw you here before. Is someone you know racing tonight?"
"Yea."
"Who"
"Dom."
"Toretto?"
"Yea."
"How do you know him?"
"My brother kind of works for him."
"Oh, that's cool." Matt's voice said a little differently.
"Yea, I guess. Why are you here? Do you race?"
"No, I'm not old enough. But I will soon."
"Cool."
"Christine we are leaving." Jesse came over and said.
"I'll be right over." She said to Jesse. Turing back around to Matt she said, "I guess I have to be going. Bye."
"Wait. Can I have your number?"
"No." She said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I don't know it." She said turning a light shade of pink.
"Here is mine." He said writing on a piece of paper in his pocket. "So I guess I'll be seeing you." He said while she was walking away.
She turned and said, "Looks like it." He waved and watched her get in the car with Dom, Brian, and Jesse. Jesse said something to her. Making her smile. Who was that? Matt thought to himself, walking over to his ride to the race.