Several hours later Style came out of her bedroom in her jumpsuit
pulling her long silver hair back into a low ponytail with her racing
helmet under her arm. "Hey Spark are you ready to go?" she asked him.
"Yep," he told her. "I'm ready if you are."
"Okay let's go," Style said. "Just let me put my dress for the party afterward in the trunk."
Style climbed into the driver's seat of her car the Magic Phantom and Sparky climbed into the passenger seat. "So what was wrong with my baby?" she asked.
"Your steering wheel was lose and the bolts on it were bad," Sparky told her. "You also needed new brake pads."
"I just replaced those brake pads last oh", Style said.
"When's oh?" Sparky asked her.
"August," she confessed.
"Well no wonder," Sparky told her. "The brake pads in a race car like the Magic Phantom take a lot of abuse during a race."
"Oops," Style said. "Oh we're here all ready."
Style parked then climbed out of her car. She pulled out her toolbox and went around to the front of the car. She lifted up the hood and started doing her usual check before the race. Suddenly someone came up behind her and covered her eyes. Style jerked her head up and hit the hood of the car. Suddenly everything went black.
"Whoa Racer Girl are you okay?" Speed asked as Style came to.
"Speed what are you doing here?" she asked slightly confused. "Where am I?"
"You're in the racer's lounge at the track," Speed told her. "You knocked your head pretty hard on the hood of your car when I came up behind you and scared you."
"Speedy can you do two things for me?" she asked him.
"Sure, what are they?" Speed said.
"First, never scare my like that again," Style told him. "Second, could you please get me some aspirin? I have a splitting headache."
"I already sent Sparky to go ask around for some," Speed told her.
"Here you go Ty I got some aspirin for you," Sparky said as he walked up to them with a bottle of water and two aspirin in hand.
"Sparky you're an angel," Style told him as she took them from him. "Now Speed you never answered me as to why you're here."
"Well I'm racing today," Speed told her.
"If you're racing that means that Pops is here! Speed you knuckle head!" Style yelled as she tried to sit up but failed because the room looked like it was spinning.
"Whoa Racer Girl settle down," Speed told her soothingly. "Let's lay you back down."
"Speedy make the room stop spinning please," Style pleaded.
"Shhhh," Speed said soothingly and laid his hand on her forehead. "It's okay. I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you."
Style nodded her head and let Speed slowly lower her back down onto the couch. She closed her eyes and grasped Speed's hand. She was almost asleep when the door burst open.
"Speed there you are," Pops said as he entered the room. "What are you doing here?"
Style slowly sat up and grasped Speed's hand. "Pops she was racing today but she hit her head when I came up behind her and startled her," Speed told him. "It was my fault and I couldn't just leave her there lying on the pavement."
"Don't blame Speed," Style said holding her head as she tried to stand up. "I should be going now." Suddenly she started swaying to one side. "Speedy now would be the time to put your arms out," she told her brother as she fell backwards.
Speed scooped her up into his arms and laid her back on the couch. Speed knelt down next to the couch and laid his hand on her forehead. She was burning up. Suddenly Mrs. Racer walked into the room.
"What's going on?" she asked her husband and son. "Oh my gosh Style!" she cried and quickly went over to the couch and knelt down next to Speed. "Speed what happened to her?"
"I startled her and she hit her head on the hood of her car," Speed told her. "Then she tried to stand up and she collapsed."
"Go call an ambulance," she told Pops. "We need to get her to the hospital. Well why are you just standing there?"
"I'm not going to do it," Pops told her stubbornly.
"Weather you like it or not Style is still your daughter!" Mrs. Racer yelled. "If you don't call that ambulance then I'm going to take Speed and Sprital and we're going to leave you, because then you wouldn't be the man I married. The man I married would never just let his only daughter die. Now go!"
Pops looked at Styles pale and lifeless face then ran to go find a phone. All he could do was hope that he wasn't too late.
"Yep," he told her. "I'm ready if you are."
"Okay let's go," Style said. "Just let me put my dress for the party afterward in the trunk."
Style climbed into the driver's seat of her car the Magic Phantom and Sparky climbed into the passenger seat. "So what was wrong with my baby?" she asked.
"Your steering wheel was lose and the bolts on it were bad," Sparky told her. "You also needed new brake pads."
"I just replaced those brake pads last oh", Style said.
"When's oh?" Sparky asked her.
"August," she confessed.
"Well no wonder," Sparky told her. "The brake pads in a race car like the Magic Phantom take a lot of abuse during a race."
"Oops," Style said. "Oh we're here all ready."
Style parked then climbed out of her car. She pulled out her toolbox and went around to the front of the car. She lifted up the hood and started doing her usual check before the race. Suddenly someone came up behind her and covered her eyes. Style jerked her head up and hit the hood of the car. Suddenly everything went black.
"Whoa Racer Girl are you okay?" Speed asked as Style came to.
"Speed what are you doing here?" she asked slightly confused. "Where am I?"
"You're in the racer's lounge at the track," Speed told her. "You knocked your head pretty hard on the hood of your car when I came up behind you and scared you."
"Speedy can you do two things for me?" she asked him.
"Sure, what are they?" Speed said.
"First, never scare my like that again," Style told him. "Second, could you please get me some aspirin? I have a splitting headache."
"I already sent Sparky to go ask around for some," Speed told her.
"Here you go Ty I got some aspirin for you," Sparky said as he walked up to them with a bottle of water and two aspirin in hand.
"Sparky you're an angel," Style told him as she took them from him. "Now Speed you never answered me as to why you're here."
"Well I'm racing today," Speed told her.
"If you're racing that means that Pops is here! Speed you knuckle head!" Style yelled as she tried to sit up but failed because the room looked like it was spinning.
"Whoa Racer Girl settle down," Speed told her soothingly. "Let's lay you back down."
"Speedy make the room stop spinning please," Style pleaded.
"Shhhh," Speed said soothingly and laid his hand on her forehead. "It's okay. I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you."
Style nodded her head and let Speed slowly lower her back down onto the couch. She closed her eyes and grasped Speed's hand. She was almost asleep when the door burst open.
"Speed there you are," Pops said as he entered the room. "What are you doing here?"
Style slowly sat up and grasped Speed's hand. "Pops she was racing today but she hit her head when I came up behind her and startled her," Speed told him. "It was my fault and I couldn't just leave her there lying on the pavement."
"Don't blame Speed," Style said holding her head as she tried to stand up. "I should be going now." Suddenly she started swaying to one side. "Speedy now would be the time to put your arms out," she told her brother as she fell backwards.
Speed scooped her up into his arms and laid her back on the couch. Speed knelt down next to the couch and laid his hand on her forehead. She was burning up. Suddenly Mrs. Racer walked into the room.
"What's going on?" she asked her husband and son. "Oh my gosh Style!" she cried and quickly went over to the couch and knelt down next to Speed. "Speed what happened to her?"
"I startled her and she hit her head on the hood of her car," Speed told her. "Then she tried to stand up and she collapsed."
"Go call an ambulance," she told Pops. "We need to get her to the hospital. Well why are you just standing there?"
"I'm not going to do it," Pops told her stubbornly.
"Weather you like it or not Style is still your daughter!" Mrs. Racer yelled. "If you don't call that ambulance then I'm going to take Speed and Sprital and we're going to leave you, because then you wouldn't be the man I married. The man I married would never just let his only daughter die. Now go!"
Pops looked at Styles pale and lifeless face then ran to go find a phone. All he could do was hope that he wasn't too late.