Moving forward

Something mine

Knowing i don't have any class on a Wednesday I'm a little excited i can spend the whole day fixing up the race track and the out building, I don't know where to start as i just want to get it i up and running so I can grab my car and start speeding around corners. Myself and uncle have a agreement to make sure i don't do anything reckless, he be watching everything i do and i have agreed for them to test the cars they build at my dad company on my race track. My uncle wants me to open it too the public and give the less fortunate a couple of laps with there cars but honestly i don't mind now as long as i get it when i want it, so basically I'm in charge of booking whenever i get the green flag with having to go though all the right connections. A part of me knows I'm doing the right thing here as i know my father wanted his own race track however he wanted it to be father and daughter project but my mind was in football and now i wish i told him yes, i just hope he's up there somewhere proud of me for finally trying to get my act together. 

Looking at the clock at the side of my bed i finally roll out of bed with a smile, todays the day i get my hands dirty, throwing on a pair of old skinny jeans and top i head to the kitchen putting my hair in a messy bun as i walk, I couldn't care how i look with no one seeing me apart from my uncle when he comes down to help but i know its really to observe what I'm doing, he doesn't trust me, not after that text which on my behalf i was joking. Grabbing my car keys from the kitchen counter i look the door as i make my way to my car a little over excited because once its done i can finally rag my car around the track, I'm glad its got some sharp corners or it would of been boring. Only taking me half an hour to reach the track i use the keys they gave me to open up, I'm very lucky they kept it in good condition but the safety for both the drivers and views have improved meaning i have to add a couple of more safety barrels or sand pits also making sure there's fire exhaustion at every corner and a car in case of a crash. I'm very lucky I passed my First aid or I would had to sit in a classroom while they spoke about what you do when there on fire or not breathing. Parking my car next to the out building, i decide to start there, knowing it wont need more or like the track but with me buying the land also it makes it private property so i can race now if i wanted to, maybe a couple of laps later.  I'm not even sure how long i been at the race track but as i look at my phone i notice three miss calls from my uncle and two from his wife and a couple of texts. Ignoring them i look at the time realising its six in the afternoon, I didn't even notice i was here this long, surely I wasn't. 

Looking at the work i managed to do in nine hours i'm impressed with myself, i have finished the out building with a little shop, a cafe and a tidied the back offices and medical room. The building needs a couple of layers of paint which i have hired a painter to do who is coming tomorrow. I have cleaned the track, unblocked the drains that are on the track and fixed all the holes in the fence also levelled the run off area. All i need to do now is wait for the safety barriers, medical supplies, and a couple of other bits and pieces that are coming tomorrow evening. Then get someone to check it out before i can finally give my car a spin around the track. If my father was here i know it would of loved this, i know where i get my love for cars from, I walked around the track a couple of times and there's one corner i have grown to love already looking at it now i think about my father, he would of loved to rag his car around this one, probably why i named it after him; Wilson corner. I don't plan on naming all the corners as that might be a little much, but as time goes off I'll probably name a couple. Finishing for the day I close it up and head home gutted i cant come tomorrow and finish it but instead i have a morning class engineering and business straight after, if i could drop out of college i would of already done it but i cant. How long they planning on keeping me in college as i don't think i could last three years of this, not when it wasn't my choice and we still in the first month. 

Waking up the next morning i take one look at the time but throwing my hands over my face, no way does this professor like early class every time, he's definitely one of the crazy ones. Walking round the bedroom i throw on a top and oversized jumper with a pair of black jeans, i plan on hiding my face and keeping my head down for as long as i can but i know someone going to catch on and notice me but in the meantime I'm going to hide. Grabbing my bag and keys from the counter i take the Mercedes this time, it was my father favourite car, the three of us went together to pick it up and they let me pick and i ran straight over to it, it was a sport edition but a limited one. They don't make them anymore as four was enough. Pulling my handbrake up  I drift around the corner with a smirk it wasn't illegal thank god but I'm lucky no police about, pulling into college campus i throw my car in any spot before walking into the classroom, I'm a little early about half an hour early which i don't mind. Walking into the classroom i look around and only see the professor 

"Hello, you don't mind me sitting in here and working a little till class starts" i ask the professor who gives me a polite smile and nod as he does back to his computer looks like he's finishing up with today lesson. Nodding my head i head for the back corner in the shadows so no one sees me right away when they walk in

"Annie, there's a trip to your father company in a couple of weeks and you need to attend. I know it wont be easy but your welcome to bring someone for support. I'm here to talk but the trip is mandatory. Sorry" dropping my mouth as the words leave the professor mouth i don't know what to think, the accident is still fresh and going to the company will bring up past memories which i been trying to hide. Could this day get any worse.