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Chapter 1

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Keith:

I woke with a start. It was still dark out and the only light came from the small lamp on the table next to me. Vivid images of bright colors and cars going at lightning speed were to starting to come back and haunt me. About a week had gone by and every day I was spared the horror of those serial dreams. I knew I couldn't avoid them forever. I started to shake, and shiver, as the realization sank in. It was all coming back. That last race that had ended my already shaky career. Tingles went up my spine and goose bumps emerged all over my arms despite the fact that the heater was on. My friend Jake brought it in because I started complaining about the how cold it was the moment I stepped through the door of his apartment a few days ago. I wasn't usually nervous and scared. At this moment I was actually terrified. My friends relied on me to play it cool. I wasn't doing too good of a job at that at the moment.  I pulled the sleeping bag closer to me as I lay there on the floor thinking about that terrible flashback. I closed my eyes. I remembered all those people that would say "I'm listening… just closing my eyes" and then a few seconds later nod off in the middle of your story. I too didn't think I could fall back asleep, but after a few hours I gave in. As I dozed off, I prayed I wouldn't have the dream again, but deep inside I knew they were back, and this time with no mercy.

I heard the shouting of the crowds; I saw the black and white flag flying into the air, free at last to start a race that pumped adrenaline into everyone's bodies, including the drivers. No… especially the drivers. I stared out at my competitors through the tinted eye shield on my helmet. They were gripping their steering wheels like their lives depended on it. I soon found out that it did. "Go!" the flagman yelled loudly so all the spectators could hear, and the girls started to scream at the top of their lungs. I gunned my engine, and slammed my foot down on the pedal. I felt the car surge forward with immense power. The beast was free and I was at its control. It was my responsibility to watch after it and make sure it did no harm.  Clouds of smoke were coming out of the car's exhaust pipes, and the visibility soon turned to almost 0. It smelled of diesel, and I started to breathe from my mouth, to escape the pungent smell. Smoke turned to dust as I tore onto the track. I steered the car lap after lap. It was going surprisingly smooth, and I flew past every turn with astounding grace. I was here to beat one person. Out of all twenty cars I was staring at only a single car through my rear view mirror. Yes, he was behind me. And I intended it to stay that way. He raced forward, his eyes glued to my blue car with names of sponsors stuck all over it. Sony, Target, Chilis, you name it. They all had faith that I would beat my rivals, but I was not here to beat them. I was here to beat him.

I saw his car rush forward. He was gaining speed and getting closer by the second. I tried to force every speck of energy out of the motor, but it was no good. It was straining too much all ready. He was beside me now taking his eyes off the road occasionally to glare at me. I forced myself not to turn my head, but I did look at him a few times through the corner of my eye, because my shield was tinted and therefore he couldn't see my uncertainty. I could hear his engine struggling now and he rushed forward in an attempt to cut me off, but right at that instant, that millisecond, everything went wrong. The bumper of his car hit my hood as he hit a draft of wind and his car slowed. Only slightly, but it was enough. I was thrown to the side as my car flipped over, again and again. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. Every bone in my body rattled in my skin as I tried to regain my composure. My head snapped around and the car lay still, and I did too. I lay there injured as a cloud of darkness surrounded me, mocking my dreadful defeat.
Chapter 1. It's from Keith's point of veiw. He's used to be a racecar driver chapter is describing his last race. The one that ended his career. Don't worry this isn't a boring story about race car drivers :D.
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