A/N

The drifting terms come exactly from this website:

I picked his first drift due to my choice of a 454 in the '68. I'll probably move it to an M rating and add some language. If you guys want it to remain T, PM or add a review. Anyways, without further ado...

Chapter 3

It was Friday night, the sun had just fell below the trees, and the competitors were already lined up. Eragon had already checked out the competition, as they had him. His advantage, however, was this was his first street race. He knew their strengths and weaknesses, based Eli's opinion. Eragon didn't know Eli well, but he was the best racer in the area. He took Eragon under his wing to teach him how to do basic drifts after he learned how to drift a manual last Sunday. Eli had time for Eragon to master the power over drift, bringing up the idea for his first race yesterday to test his confidence among other racers.

Eragon revved the engine, staying below the 4000 RPM line, every once in awhile. He told himself it helps prepare the car for the race, but the sound of the engine roar was too tempting to pass up. The two drivers to his left, one in a silver '99 Nissan Skyline and the other in a red '99 Mitsubishi Lancer Evo VI, revved their engines to their rev limiter. Quick pops from the exhaust followed after their RPMs died down. The spectators surrounding the cars, in a U shape, cheered at the flames protruding from the exhausts.

Eragon checked the time. It read 10:33, meaning the race should start any time now. As he looked up, he saw the fourth car, on his right. The driver wore a black hoodie, masking his entire face and torso, with a bandana covering his face from the nose bridge down. It was curious for someone to willingly add what could hinder them in the race, but some people took superstitions too far. He must too or be hiding his identity, which he doubted due to the fact that there was no reason to.

Right as Eragon examining the masked opponent's black 1996 Porsche 911, a knock came from his window. Snapping to it, he saw Eli's hard, hazel eyes looking at him. He was slim from his face to his torso, with a straight nose. As Eragon rolled the window down, Eli began speaking "the money isn't important. If you lose and it matters that much, I'll pay you back. Your only focus should be driving and the Porsche. That man hasn't raced here before, but shouldn't be underestimated." As Eli finished, Eragon took one last look at the driver to find him looking straight at him. His hood darkened everything except a slight shade from his eyes that almost look red. The hooded man turned away first, then Eragon refocused in Eli as he concluded with "the race is about to start. Good luck, man."

"Thanks, I'll need it," Eragon murmured, distracted by the drag tree's yellow light. The route begins on the drag strip, then takes a hard right at the end to head towards the nearly emptied streets. The first mile could be a make or break on the rest of the race.

Engines revved at the sight of the yellow light, Eragon's 454 sitting at 4000 RPMs. The second light came on, after what felt like an hour. Everyone was tense, except for the mysteriously hooded man in the Porsche. Out of the corner of his eye, the man was fidgeting with his radio. The final yellow light shined, diverting Eragon's attention back to the situation at hand.

Moving his right hand to the shifter, the green light announced their ability to go. Tires squealed from all four cars as they lurched into motion. The Evo immediately gain a slight lead, but evened out with the others quickly as they tore through the drag strip. As the 3/4 of a mile(1200 meters) approached, Eragon realized his opponents' recklessness as he began to slow, anticipating a hard right drift, merging from two, very wide roads into one two lane road. As he checked the surrounding cars to prepare for the drift, he realized the Porsche was in last, making no move to pass, while the leading cars slowed once they were only a hundred feet(30 meters) away. Pushing it from his mind, he let off the gas pedal slightly, then pushed it hard, swinging the rear end around, to smoothly transition onto the road. The Evo drifted early and aggressively, causing the front right tire to drop off the asphalt, shifting the car's center of gravity to the front. The Evo immediately spun out in the grass less than half a second before Eragon passed him. The Skyline narrowly managed to maintain control, to Eragon's disappointment, by utilizing sloppy corrections. The Camaro's engine roared as Eragon accelerated, attempting to close the gap between his front and the Skyline's before the last 90 degree turn of this half of the race. All three remaining cars prepared for and executed various drifts. This street had no traffic at this time of day. It was one less thing to worry about. Until the worst thing that could happen, happened. Two undercover 2017 Dodge Chargers blared their sirens as soon as the racers' tires moved onto the public road.

Eragon panicked, knowing exactly how mad his parents would be if he got caught. He accelerated immediately, swiftly moving through his gears. The driver of the Skyline also panicked, but, in his nervous state, oversteered halfway through the upcoming, 45 degree left turn. The front left bumper clipped the guardrail overlooking a rather steep hill. The Skyline spun out of control. All Eragon could do was slam on his breaks, watching as the Porsche flew beside him and the police cruisers boxed the two drivers in. With the Skyline's front left bumper touching the tire, there was no getting out of this and all Eragon could think of was Brom's angry face as he followed the police's instructions.

The ride to the station was quiet. Once arriving, there was no change. He gathered his courage and called Brom. After half of a ring, Brom answered with "hello?" in a worried voice.

Shit, Eragon thought, that's certainly a new tone. "Dad, it's me. I'm at Carvahall County Police Station-"

"I'm in my way," was Brom's only reply as he hung up.

A/N

Sorry for the week and a half hiatus. My teacher made us memorize all of To Be or Not to Be. Not my thing. Anyways, I decided to upload weekly, on Fridays, with a double post this weekend as an apology. My plan is to increase chapter length as the story gets out of this introduction. Thanks for reading, R&R.