Copyright © 2012 by Serenity King
Tracey
Powell listened on her headset as her sister spoke to her.
“That’s
it Tracey. Yeah, you’re looking good, Sis!” Her sister Samantha, better known
as Sam to family and friends, shouted into the headset.
Tracey
gave a shout of laughter as she took another lap around the track, her speed
accelerating—her hands gripping the wheel tighter as she did so. “She’s feeling
sweet under me, Sam! We might have a chance to win the coming race yet. Whoo
Hoo!! Team Powell is on the rise”!
“Don’t
get too excited, Sis, it’s just a training run. We still have a long way to go.
I must say you are looking terrific out there.”
“Damn
straight, Sis! This car has some extra kick to it. I love it!” Tracey said with
another bark of laughter.
“Yes,
well your two arch rivals are looking super too. I hate to say it, but Shane
and Daniel both look terrific out there.”
Tracey
snorted. “Daniel’s on our team, Sam. As for Shane, I’ll beat the smugness out
of him yet.”
“Daniel’s
on team Daniel,” her sister snorted into the earpiece. After this lap bring her
in.”
“Roger
that, Sam,” Tracey said.
Everyone
was on the edge during race week leading up to the big race. Tracey and Sam
both had been shocked when their father and brother had announced that they’d
picked someone other than her to represent the Powell’s this year, Daniel
Ashby. Daniel was decent but not better than her. Granted she’d had a run of rotten
luck, but that was under the direction of Daniel.
Daniel
had been her trainer, or, so she thought. Apparently, he’d just been trying to
get on the team, or rather to take her spot on the team. She’d been hurt at
first when the announcement had been made…now she didn’t give a damn. She just
wanted redemption. Her family wanted to make a name in stock car racing, and
they thought Daniel was the man to do it. No-one expected a mere “girl” to win
the race.
Tracey
needed this win. Charlotte was not her track. No matter how hard she tried she
just couldn’t win on this track. This year she’d practiced and practiced and
was now feeling more confident under the leadership of her sister.
“Okay,
baby, open up for me and show me what you got,” she said to the car. A glance
at the tachometer as she picked up speed told her that she was in pretty solid
shape so far.
“Yes,
come on baby, we have this one.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she
felt a bump that sent her car spinning out of control. She moved into the
direction of the spin trying to right the car without jerking it and causing considerable
damage to herself and the car just before she fishtailed into the ramp and
flipped over.
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