Regret For The Rejection

out and running to the top of the stands that surrounded two-thirds of the

get to the underground garage where my car was parked and waiting like always. I’d saved up for this car since I was ten, cutting lawns, babysitting, works many shifts at a local diner; six and a half years later I had the car just not the right part

I smiled at the fire red Ferrari and ran my fingers only its shinning side before coming to the

ured when you did come you wouldn’t want to do all that.” I smiled at my coach and friend Stan. Stan was

large car door. I put on my helmet and strapped it on accordingly, many of the drivers at the raceway chose not to wear he

was inside my helmet. Carl was Stan’s older brother; Carl was twe

eason I’m here.” I grumbled as I pull

how accurate he was, I mumbled a reply. “So ther

chuckling in my head phone I couldn’t help but smile myself. I lost myself in my driving now speeding through lap after lap unt

o there’s a race coming up in about a month, a couple miles from here. You interested in racin

ll race!” I exclaim, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his n

get you racing. No point in having