Housekeeping!

Hello again oh beautiful people... I got on the internet this morning, and I chacked, and I got... (gasp of shock please) TWO REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!! My life officially has meaning... THANK YOU SO MUCH! I was going to personally thank you two, but now I can't figure out how to do it... I updated earlier today (yeah, I don't want to loose my TWO REVIEWERS, so I was doing it asap) but it didn't work... So I'm trying it aagain and hopefully it will work out... again, thank you so much, YOU RAWK!

Luvs, da Mandolin

It turned out that signing up to race wasn't much of a problem. Once she showed the bet taker, whose name was Mika, the money, he was perfectly happy to let her race... Of course he didn't actually know that Sakura was a girl, but those pesky details didn't really need to be drug up.
Sakura would be racing tonight, which surprised her. What she didn't know was that the downtown course was one of the most dangerous. Only the most experienced drivers attempted it. Sakura grinned at Mika and headed back to her car. It was almost time to start the race, so she pulled up to the starting line. Glancing to her right she saw a man with bright green hair combed into a Mohawk. "Hey bitch, why don't you go back to boarding school, I think these streets might be a bit too tough for you!" He yelled at Sakura. For a moment, Sakura thought she was discovered. But knowing everything was just too much. This guy was just being a prick. In one careless gesture, she raised her middle finger and saluted him. "You bitch, you're dead meat!" Sakura knew she probably shouldn't have done that, but that was one of the many joys of racing. You could be as crude as you wanted and someone else would be cruder. Shrugging, she leaned over to her stereo and turned it up. It was Disturbed. Devil music at its finest. Loosening up her shoulders she cracked her neck on got ready. The heavy bass pounding through her car just made her want to burn some rubber. She loved this more than anything else in the world.
A girl with a tiny bikini looking top on and a skirt so short it might as well have not been there walked in front of the cars. Everyone began revving their engines. Sakura turned to her left. An amber gaze was directed towards her. It was that Syaoran guy. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Saku!" he yelled over the expensive engines revving and the various stereos blasting. Sakura gave a gentle smile and winked at him. Syaoran looked surprised, but then Sakura stuck her tongue out at him. He wrinkled his eyebrows. He really couldn't figure her out. But there was no time for debate. The girl in front of the cars had taken off her tiny top and held it up in the air. She abruptly swung it down, starting the race. Shifting, he peeled out. This was going to be fun.
The three cars that were racing headed towards the first turn. Tonight, Syaoran was racing against Saku who was to his right, and Dave, who had a green Mohawk, and was on the other side of Saku. Dave was a jerk, but that didn't matter right now. Syaoran had raced against Dave before, and had no problem in beating him, even though he was a dirty racer. That only left Saku. Eriol was right; it was just one less driver he had to worry about beating. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he was shocked to see that she was shifting up a gear already. No one did that right before a turn like this. He had had suspicions that she was stupid, but he had figured she at least knew how to drive a car. She pulled ahead of him and sped toward the rapidly approaching intersection. There were cars there and they had to execute a 90 degree right turn without hitting anything. This Saku was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. He was about to find out.
Sakura smiled at the turn up ahead. This is where her limo had stopped 10 years ago. This is where she fell in love with speed. This was where it all began. Her smile widened. You would have to be crazy to take the corner at the speed she was going. And crazy was one thing she got to be when she was street racing. It was coming. Ten yards, five yards. She pulled her emergency break. The car swung out of control, weaving in between oncoming cars. But Sakura was used to it; it was her favorite part of racing. She turned the wheel sharply, getting the car under control with ease. She giggled. She loved this. Turning her attention back to the road, she hummed along with her music.
Dave was shocked. This girly looking punk had just done an incredible race move. He growled. This queer was not going to beat him. He smiled, a maniacal plot forming in his head. This guy would not finish the race. In fact, with any luck, he wouldn't ever race again. Smiling, he took the turn, although it was at a much slower pace than Sakura had taken it.
Dave wasn't the only one shocked. Syaoran couldn't believe what had just happened. This rookie, this jerk, this girl had just executed the perfect turn, at a way higher speed than anyone in their right minds would take it. He had to admit that he had underestimated her. But that didn't matter, he was a veteran racer and he had more than one trick in his clutches... (Heehee, get it? clutch, shift?... Haha... ha... sorry...)
The downtown course was only four miles long. It went in a circle so that the start was also the finish. The crowd back at the line waited anxiously for the arrival of the racers. Money and reputation was being based on this race, and they had seen how the newbie in the black car had taken that first turn. He was ahead of Syaoran. Who was he, who was he working for, and where was he from?
Dave grinned as that queer in the black car sped around another corner. He wasn't worried about him finishing the race. He cranked his wheel to the left and headed down a side road. It would come out right before the bridge that was the final stretch before the finish line. Laughing to himself, he prepared to take this fool out once and for all. It didn't matter what happened to him and that he was cheating. No one was a jerk to him and lived to get away with it.
Syaoran was right behind the Saku chick. He had to admit, she was damn fine at racing, but he knew he could pass her on the bridge. His car wasn't just expensive for the sound system...
Sakura headed around the last corner. The bridge was in sight. She laughed out load. It had been way to long. She glanced into her rearview mirror. The Syaoran guy was an excellent racer, there wasn't any doubt. So why hadn't he tried passing her yet? She was betting he was going to try something on the last stretch over the bridge. But she had a little something up her sleeve too. Glancing behind Syaoran's car, she tried to spot the car the belonged to the guy with the green hair. It shouldn't have been hard to see, seeing as the car was painted a lime green that matched its owner's hair. And yet she couldn't see it. Maybe she had left him in the dust? It had happened before. She was just heading on to the bridge, when Syaoran put on burst of speed and edged past her. "Damnit!" she muttered. But she stopped worrying about him passing her when a blinding light appeared on her right. A bright green car came racing out of a side road. There was no time to react. Sakura screamed, Dave laughed, and Syaoran triumphantly stared in his rearview mirror. His eyes widened as he saw Dave volt out of the side road heading straight toward Saku. He passed the finish line just as there came the awful screech of metal colliding...

I'm so proud of myself... I just made a cliffhanger.... A lame one, but it's a cliffhanger just the same... heehee... Anway, I just wanted to get the next chapter up so that I won't be considered one of those people who don't finish stories... Point being, even if the two people who reviwed never review again, tahnk you for doing it once... and the 2nd chapter is here for you if you want it! :-D

Lataz!