Regret For The Rejection

Chapter 5

I pulled up beside the familiar black pickup truck and park before getting out and running to the top of the stands that surrounded two-thirds of the stadium. I smiled as I saw the cars speeding full throttle around the track.

“Edna!” I heard my name being called over the speakers, I waved toward the announcers’ box where I know my friend Stan would be chilling and observing the driving. I skipped down the stairs and to the track and crossed when it was safe to do so to 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 parts. That was where the team saved me; they offered to fix it up free of charge just as a gift for my dedication. So I’ve been using my car for the past four months, it was my baby and I would let few people use it. I kept it polished and sparkling clean.

I ran my hand over the tan sheet that covered the car before gripping it and sliding it off, I smiled at the fire red Ferrari and ran my fingers only its shinning side before coming to the front vender and leaning over the hood, throwing my arms out wide as if I were giving it a hug.

“I filled her up for yah,” A voice said from doorway. “Since you haven’t been around for awhile I figured when you did come you wouldn’t want to do all that.” I smiled at my coach and friend Stan. Stan was tall and lean with dark scraggily hair with a beard of stubble that hadn’t been shaved in a couple of day.

“I owe you one Stan, don’t let me forget.” I said going to the driver’s side as Stan pulled the chain that opened the large car door. I put on my helmet and strapped it on accordingly, many of the drivers at the raceway chose not to wear helmets, but I figured I owed it to my parents that although I was being rebellious at least I took some safety into account.

“Hey Edna, how was your day?” Carl said through the radio that was inside my helmet. Carl was Stan’s older brother; Carl was twenty eight and Stan was two years younger both were part of the pack.

“Stressful and that’s the exact reason I’m here.” I grumbled as I pulled around the first bend of the track.

“Boy trouble?” He joked little did he realize how accurate he was, I mumbled a reply. “So there is someone I can punch in the face?” He inquired.

“Be my guest.” I granted then added to myself, “The cocky asshole, little prick thinks he’s too good for me.” I heard Carl chuckling in my head phone I couldn’t help but smile myself. I lost myself in my driving now speeding through lap after lap until my gas tank was nearly empty the sun was below the horizon and the first few stars had begun to appear in the darkening sky.

Carl and Stan both helped me put away the Ferrari and walked my back to my parents car. “So there’s a race coming up in about a month, a couple miles from here. You interested in racing it in? Stan and I can get you a pit crew and we can teach you a bit of strategy.” Carl asked.

I lit up like a light bulb, “Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll race!” I exclaim, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, “Thank you. Both of you.” I added giving Stan a hug as well.

“Don’t mention it. It’s time to get you racing. No point in having at race car if you can’t race it.”