I'm no Angel

The crash stuffed up my life. I was broken. Then I got adopt by a lovely lady that has many adoptive boys and has children of her own. But, this one boy I think I love with all my heart. He helped me when I was broken even though he has no clue he did. The boy with those god damn snake bites. Wow.


2. The truck

I walked through the hall, sliding past people with my helmet still tucked underneath my arm. I pushed the paparazzi out of my way to get to the races. I stopped and opened a door to my right, leading out to a large monster truck arena. I looked around the crowd to see thousands of lights blinking in my eyes. I heard people talking and screaming and singing to 'We Will Rock You' by Queen, stomping there feet and clapping their hands to their thighs to the beat. I turned my eyes back to the arena to see jumps being lined up, cars being driven underneath the jumps for the monster truck drives to jump over. I skimmed my eyes around the groups of men and women, fixing up there monster trucks till I see my baby. I felt a smile spread across my face smiled while I walked up to the men around the truck. I stopped walking a couple of meters away from the front of my beast. I ran my hand adoringly over the trucks bonnet then straightened up. I touched my black, white and pink racing suit then looked at my truck. We are going to win this baby. I grinned at the truck called ‘The Demon Racer’. The large wheels were a tiny bit shorter then I was because of how tall I was. 5 foot 10 is pretty tall compared to other girls out there. The springs were large and gorgeous. The black springs were circling a metal pipe, running to the body of the truck. The truck was boxy with a gorgeous paint job of an angel with her head bowed, her blonde hair flying backwards as if the wind was pushing it, fire behind her, her body in a white dress, and her white wings burning from the fire. Demons were behind her, climbing and reaching out for her. I painted the truck myself. I sighed and grabbed the helmet from underneath my arm and slipped it over my head then started to climb into the truck. I sat in the driver’s side seat and turned on the truck to hear it roar to life. I sighed and shouted to my crew to get away from the truck. I pressed my foot to the pedal and made the truck roar and growl and move its wheels. I revved the engine over and over again to hear the crowd shouting and screaming and clapping for more. “Demon Racer, can you please make your way to the first jump,” The speakers rumbled out the voice of Hans, the big man who made everything possible. I drove my monster truck to the first jump and did a donut to make everyone roar to life then everyone went quite when I stopped. I waited and waited for the buzzer to go off for me to drive my truck over the jump and land onto the other side. I breathed in and out slowly, focussing on the task ahead of me. I felt my heart pound harder and harder in my chest. I remembered leaving my parents for this career at the age of 15 when I should be at school, not risking my life for the thrills. I blinked then opened my eyes. The buzzer sounded and I put my foot onto the pedal really fast to get the truck to roar. I felt the adrenaline pump through my body making my breathing come out faster. I watched as the truck made its way up the jump fast and then I was in the air. I looked around to see people standing up, waiting for me to land the jump. I blinked then I was landing, well, trying to then the truck flipped over and over again. I felt metal break and suffocate me. The world was spinning and I felt something warm and thick run out of my head, throat and stomach. The truck stopped spinning so it was lying on the ground upside down. I closed my eyes and touched my stomach. I lifted my wet hand and saw blood coating my fingers. I looked down to see metal sticking out of my stomach. I looked straight to see people running towards me. I closed my eyes. Pain was everywhere, making me not able to feel anything but the pain. I felt someone reach into the once gorgeous truck and try to grab me. I breathed in and out and felt the darkness over take me.
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