Why hello! Sorry this took so long. 7th grade algebra sucks. **ducks book thrown by ronchy math teacher** Hey! **throws pudding** Take that! Um, while my teacher and I are working this out **ducks projectile** go ahead and read this very short, yet effective chapter!
30 years Mrs. Racer had worked to keep her family together and safe. And now, it was all falling apart. She dropped the envelope in horror, and more pictures spilled like water from a broken glass over her driveway.
"Oh my…" She whipped out her cell phone. Inspector Detector, brace yourself…(A/N: See Jen?)
Speed woke up with Trixie's smiling face above him. "Hi." She said quietly and tenderly.
"Hi." He sat up, happy to see her. "Anything important happened while I've been out of commission?" She grinned.
"Oh, Spritle and Sparky got in an argument over the last cookie a few minutes ago, and Sparky now has a black eye, via Chim-Chim. And the doctors said they can release you in another day or two." Speed smiled, relieved.
'Good. I don't know how much longer I can last without Mom's cooking." Trixie laughed and Speed looked at her. She looked pretty when she laughed. He pushed his black hair (A/N: Thanks to Jen, I know that he has black hair! I can describe people now! Yay!) out of his face.
The door burst open. A doctor entered. "Fire!" He screamed throwing his hands up in the air. "Miss, get out! The staff will get him," He indicated Speed who was now thoroughly in shock, "out of here!" Trixie looked to Speed. He nodded.
"I'll be fine. Go ahead. I'll meet you downstairs." Trixie nodded and left.
But as soon as she stepped into the hallway, she sensed something was wrong. "But, nobody else seems aware there's a fire…" She turned frantically back to the room, but the door was already locked, and most likely the deadbolt was in place too.
She ran to the nearest nurse. "There's a doctor in Speed's room!" The nurse looked at her uncomprehending. Trixie sighed exasperated and snatched the keys off the woman's belt.
Ignoring her cries to stop and give the keys back Trixie raced to the door, immediately inserted a key. It was wrong. Trixie swore under her breathe as key after key proved to be wrong. Finally, the key third to last fit. She turned the key, only to find the deadbolt only allowed a two inches of visibility. But she saw what she needed to see. The blood stains on the wall and the empty room.
Heavens to Betsy, that was so short! Barely a page! Oh well. Anyway I resolved my differences with my math teacher. **Readers hear a squeak and a muffled help from the closet** ^-^ Yep, all resolved! Gracias to Jen, because I will admit I have never, never, never seen the actual Speed Racer series.**Readers gasp** Yes. Shameful that I'm writing fanfiction about it, when what I know came from my, get this, my BFF Ashley. Sooooooooo if you have anything you want to tell me about the series **hopeful look** e-mail me!
--Aeroshockwave