BC: THE END
FC: Ready, Set, Go! By: Gaetham Fils-Aimé
1: Prologue It was 2:00 in the morning. While everyone else was asleep, I was tossing and turning in bed. I knew that I would probably stay awake the whole night so I quietly tip-toed to my grandpa's room to hear some of his famous racing stories. Luckily, he was awake, looking out the window at the hazy sky. Before he could even get a glimpse of me, he said "Let me guess, you want a bedtime story?" "Yes!" I replied. "Why don't we do a new one," he said. "Okay."
2: It all went back to 1957, at the Daytona 500. It was my first race ever. I had been sitting in my car when big-shot Tony Stewart comes up to me and starts gloating in my face. And he added, no, he threatened that he has never lost to anyone and that it's not going to happen just because I came. So I said, "Why don't you go back to your car because that's where you'll be when you're starring at my tail-lights!" Then he gave me a dirty look and walked away.
3: "Racers, please drive your cars to the starting line," said a voice on the loudspeaker. At the line, I wondered how great it must feel to beat about 100 competitors! Tony would obviously know. Anyways, I starred at the man with the flag, waiting for him to wave it. Next thing I know, Tony drives up next to me and calls me an underdog. I ignored him, but looked at his number, 20. I knew this was someone I would have to watch out for. Finally, after after what seemed like hours, the man waved the flag. The race is on!
4: The vehicles made brutal sounds as they started up the track. I accelerated and passed Tony. Suddenly, #28's car hit the back of mine and made it fly forward about a yard. "You want to be aggressive huh?" I said to myself while shaking my fist in the air. Up ahead of me was #48. His name was Jimmie Johnson. He has been my friend for years. I inched up towards him, gave him the peace sign, and headed for the driver in first place, #58.
5: I can tell he really wanted to win this race because whenever I tried to go around him, he wouldn't let me pass. While I was still trying pass him, Tony had somehow caught up and realized that this was a good opportunity to gain first place. #58 saw and Tony tried not to let him pass, and once I saw that, I drove at full speed. Now I was in first place, with Tony ten yards behind me.
6: I looked back, and instantly realized that I shouldn't have. The car started skidding the wall. I soon regained control, but not fast enough because Tony was a foot ahead of me. And to make things worse, the finish line was only 100 meters away. But I wasn't ready to give up yet. I made a violent turn and crashed into Tony's car. His car just barely skidded on to the grass. Now we were neck and neck, both going at full speed. The finish line is 50 yards away. 40. 30. 20. 10. The man waves the flag!
7: Even though the crowd was on its feet, I eagerly waited to see what the outcome of the race was. "Ladies and gentlemen," said a voice on the loudspeaker. "We have a tie!" With a sigh of relief, I waved to the crowd. Then I turned around to see Tony, with a sinister expression. "No one has ever beaten me before," he said. "And thats not about to change in the tie-breaker race. Then I made a satirical remark and he viciously stomped away.
8: The tie-breaker race was held at the same track as the previous one. I know this was one race I couldn't miss. It was time to put Tony in his place! As I drove to the starting, I was amazed to see the population of the track. I looked at Tony, and he gave me a thumbs down. I looked at the flag waver and ten seconds after, he waved the flag. Since the race was only two laps, I tried to take an early lead and I succeeded. The whole first lap I was in front but in the middle of the second lap, he tried to pass me. I gave him room to pass, only to close him into the wall. When he was just inches away from the wall, he was forced to slow down or else he would crash. Therefore, I passed the finish line with Tony far behind!
9: Epilogue I was sleeping long before Grandpa finished his drastic story. Grandpa had tucked me in bed, where I was dreaming about a story that I will soon tell my kids, and they will tell their kids, and - well you get the idea. That story is called Ready, Set, Go!