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Contents
Chapter 1. Introductions (see below)
Chapter 2. Special Pickup
Chapter 3. Let's go Racing
Chapter 4. The School of Racing
Chapter 5 1/2. Am I in?
Chapter 5 2/2. (The Rest of it Anyway)
Chapter 6. Brave New World
Chapter 7. Tiki Tour (European style)
Chapter 8. Picking up the Idiot
Chapter 8 Part 2. Qualifying Twice
Chapter 9. What Now?
Chapter 10. The Spirit Carries on
Chapter 11. The Challenger
Chapter 12. Departure
Chapter 13. I Will Remember
Chapter 14. A Change of Seasons
Chapter 15. Out of Mind
Chapter 16. A New Beginning
Chapter 17. Illusions from the Past
Chapter 18. A Fowl tasted Debut
Chapter 19. The Enforcer and the Moron
Chapter 20. You're my WHAT!!!!?
Chapter 21. A Nightmare to Remember
Chapter 22. A Touch of Evil
Chapter 23. The Road to Madness
Chapter 24. A History of Two Years
Chapter 25. A Reasonable Explanation
Chapter 26. The Two Spoilt Brats!?
Chapter 27: The Body at the Door?
The street lay pitch black. The rain reached everything in sight. The wind trying to break open every door, it was a storm. A 19 year old man lay in his bed, trying to sleep, but it was of no use, the storm kept him awake to think.
Where is my life going, how do I get somewhere. At the moment, I cannot even get a job; Im just relying on my mate to live. Im a reasonably well mannered guy, I follow the rules, I dream of a better place, but still I see nothing interesting in my life, he whispered. The scruffy brown haired man rolled over. The light shining through the door onto his blue eyes, and showing his pale skin. He rolled back over, and then heard banging on the wall,
hey, Jimmy, stop talking to yourself, its unhealthy, and you woke me up again, shouted the man. There was silence,
how the hell can you sleep through a storm, Greg, Jimmy shouted.
There was silence again
Ear muffs, Greg replied, now go to sleep,
Greg sounded a bit frustrated, so Jimmy tried sleeping, but still nothing.
Morning came, it was still raining, but the wind had died down. Greg burst through the door, a short 19 year old man with very tanned skin stood there. His tall spiky black hair hidden in the darkness, though his eyes were not to be seen,
get up man, its 11, weve got to go, he said, he picked up a shoe and threw it at Jimmy, it hit him in the back of the head, then came a massive groaning noise,
aaarrrgghhh, go away, Jimmy moaned, then 2 seconds later he jumped up,
11 OCLOCK, WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME, he shouted, Jimmy looked through the curtains and light came beaming through. Greg rolled his eyes and left the room. Jimmy got dressed into his usual outfit, a black t-shirt, black hoodie, and well used jeans, he went into the kitchen,
hey Greg, he said,
Jimmy, why dont you wear skinny jeans instead of those baggy ones, Greg asked, Jimmy dived into the pantry,
food food food food, he said as he searched.
Well that answers my question, Greg says. Jimmy pulled out bread, and throws it at Greg,
eat it, said Jimmy,
oh well thats polite, Greg said,
oh fine then, eat your rather dull piece of sliced bread before I kick it up your bottom so hard it will come out of your mouth, Jimmy said.
Thats better, said Greg as he ate his bit of bread. They put their stuff into the back of Gregs now wet green Toyota Yaris.
Okay, do we have everything, Greg said,
yep, they jumped in the car,
um, do we have Food, money, drinks, Greg asked. Jimmy searched the bag,
yep yep yep, we also have sunscreen. Hahahaa, what a joke, Jimmy said. They headed off,
To Addleton Raceway to watch some racing, Greg sung.
They were driving, and Greg got bored of just listening to music.
Jimmy, why dont you try to find a girlfriend, he asked.
Why? Because Ive never met anyone that would fit the bill, and I dont want to end up going girl crazy, Jimmy replied.
Greg shrugged,
your loss, he said.
They carried on,
what about that girl you talk to on the internet almost every day, he continued, Jimmy rolled his eyes,
Shes a friend, not anything more, Jimmy replied. They carried on talking for the rest of the trip.
Here we are, Addleton Raceway, Greg said.
They turned into the car park, stopped to pay for entry, the official approached the car,
names please, he asked.
Im Greg Grayhart, and hes Jimmy Veraan, Greg told him,
okay, that will be $10 each, the official said, we paid up, and entered.
They walked onto the grid.
Wow, is that the new Audi R8 V10, Jimmy shouted,
yes it is, in the lovely blue colour as well, Greg replied, they approached it,
wow, never seen something this flash before, Greg said,
maybe its a special race, Jimmy said as he looked at the car. They moved on,
an SLS, wow, this must be a big event, Jimmy said. They had a look at the Mercedes. Through the speaker everyone was told to get off the track. They moved to the first turn, and awaited the start, the cars set off.
Get the camera Jimmy, Greg told Jimmy.
The race finished,
"don't forget we entered that competition to drive a Jaguar XK," Greg told Jimmy
"If we win, who's driving," Jimmy asked
"You, I don't like driving fast," Greg quickly replied. Jimmy rubbed his hands together
"Haha, Sucker", Jimmy whispered.
"What", Greg flicked towards Jimmy
"HAHA, SUCKER", Jimmy shouted. Greg turned back as if nothing happened.
"And the competition this week. The chance to drive our brand new 2010 Jaguar XK around the track, guided by one of the drivers from the previous race.
"Do you have your winner code," Greg asked
"oh no, where is it, Greg check your pockets," Jimmy asked
"I don't ha; oh here it is, here you go," Greg passed Jimmy the ticket
"981, who has 981," the loudspeaker bellowed
"Oh man, I lost, stupid 186," Jimmy threw the ticket in the air
"Hey look another ticket," said Greg. He caught it
"Hey Jimmy, this is the winning ticket, 981" he showed Jimmy the ticket
"What the, it even has my name on the back," Jimmy said confused
"Hmmm, weird indeed," Greg walked off.
They walked to the start line, and everyone else had left the track.
"Looks like no one wants to see you fail then," Greg said.
They walked to the Jag parked on the grid,
"But I like failing in front of crowds," said Jimmy chuckled about it,
"hey, I'm the funny one here. Anyway, that wasn't even funny," said Greg.
A man in a tuxedo approached them,
"Are you the winners here," he asked
"Well, we're the only people here," Jimmy replied
"Okay, I'm Mark Flares, you are," Mark asked
"he's Jimmy Veraan, and I'm Greg Grayhart," Greg told him.
"Only one of you can drive the car, so who's it going to be," Mark asked
Greg turned and walked the the start line
"Me," said Jimmy,
"Brilliant, let's get started," said Mark. They hopped in the car
"Okay, before we start..." Mark was interrupted
"Start," Jimmy said as he floored it,
"Stop stop stop you imbecile," Mark shouted at him
'I'll star... Go from the beginning again. The car has no traction or ABS, and none of that Skid recovery force," Mark said
"SRF is only on the game," Jimmy quickly replied.
"This is a game, but we're not supposed to know, why else do you think we have pixellated smoke and shadows... And standard cars," Mark said angrily.
"Anyway, the car's been restricted to 350 Horses, so you don't kill the both of us," Mark added
"Can I go now," Jimmy asked
"Did you listen to any of that," mark asked.
"No," Jimmy replied
"Just start, use a little power" Mark said
"I thought I had no traction," Jimmy screamed as they took off
The V8 roared
"Ahhh" the track's gone narrow," said Jimmy
"brake, no power through here, then brake for the next turn," Mark said calmly
"This feels to easy, I'm going faster,"
"No, the car will eat you for dinner"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
"you have no control where it goes now, take off the throttle"
"I can save this," said Jimmy, he managed to stop without hitting anything. After a few more turns of no power Jimmy got bored again.
"I can hold it, I can hold iiiiiiit.... YES"
Jimmy carried on driving
"I'm doing that again"
"You crash it you're payiaaaaaaarrrrghhhh"
"Not again, I'll try and end up in the right direction"
"Nope, that hasn't gone the way I expected it to"
"TADAAAA, I knew it would work"
Mark wiped the shocked face off,
"I'm shocked that you have the talent in you but currently are the worst driver I've ever driven with"
"Yeah, well I didn't prepare for driving a 350 Horsepower Jag with a big hairy V8 today, so we're even"
After a few more turns of no power the lap ended
"Get in the damn pit before I kill you," Mark said as they drove into pit lane.
Jimmy stopped in the pit lane, Greg walked up to the car,
"you idiot, you are useless beyond anything in creation, what do you have to say for yourself" he shouted. Jimmy looked at him with his helmet still on
"you have a lot to learn if you want to race," Mark said
"Wait, how did you know I wanted to," Jimmy asked
"It's a missing line earlier in the story," Mark said
"Why doesn't the author fill it it then," Jimmy asked
"Because the author is a mentally retarded girl, or boy. I can't tell," Mark said
"Makes sense, anyway, let's unfreeze Greg and get back to the story," Jimmy said
"So almost crashing 150 grand 3 times is fun, I don't want to know what you think is the drive of your life, sheesh," Greg said.
Jimmy got out of the car, and still said nothing, then suddenly,
"Well, that was fun, now I need to buy a car with the 8 grand I've been saving," Jimmy said. Greg only had one thing that could be a reply. The famed facepalm collided with Greg's face, they picked up there things and went home in a what can only be called as a now blue Yaris,
"hopefully this Yaris doesn't magically change colour again, it's the third time this week," Greg said.
Well for what the drivers had that race was boring, Greg said,
agreed, Jimmy replied. They got home.
Well, Im going to have a look at some used cars, said Jimmy,
"okay, Im hitting the hay, goodnight, Greg went to bed. Jimmy searched.
"Mazda, boring, Honda, boring, Nissan, boring, everything was boring. Hey look, a Holden Monaro that is Way out of my budget, um, I want a V8, but Ive only got 8 grand to spend, so I wont get a good old V8." Jimmy continued searching,
this looks tidy, he said, he clicked on a Toyota.
Its over 20 years old, but its in pretty good nick, he said,
Ill see what Greg thinks in the morning, Jimmy stood up and went off to bed.
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Chapter 1 complete, yaaaaaay
Chapter 1. Introductions (see below)
Chapter 2. Special Pickup
Chapter 3. Let's go Racing
Chapter 4. The School of Racing
Chapter 5 1/2. Am I in?
Chapter 5 2/2. (The Rest of it Anyway)
Chapter 6. Brave New World
Chapter 7. Tiki Tour (European style)
Chapter 8. Picking up the Idiot
Chapter 8 Part 2. Qualifying Twice
Chapter 9. What Now?
Chapter 10. The Spirit Carries on
Chapter 11. The Challenger
Chapter 12. Departure
Chapter 13. I Will Remember
Chapter 14. A Change of Seasons
Chapter 15. Out of Mind
Chapter 16. A New Beginning
Chapter 17. Illusions from the Past
Chapter 18. A Fowl tasted Debut
Chapter 19. The Enforcer and the Moron
Chapter 20. You're my WHAT!!!!?
Chapter 21. A Nightmare to Remember
Chapter 22. A Touch of Evil
Chapter 23. The Road to Madness
Chapter 24. A History of Two Years
Chapter 25. A Reasonable Explanation
Chapter 26. The Two Spoilt Brats!?
Chapter 27: The Body at the Door?
Chapter 1: Introductions
The street lay pitch black. The rain reached everything in sight. The wind trying to break open every door, it was a storm. A 19 year old man lay in his bed, trying to sleep, but it was of no use, the storm kept him awake to think.
Where is my life going, how do I get somewhere. At the moment, I cannot even get a job; Im just relying on my mate to live. Im a reasonably well mannered guy, I follow the rules, I dream of a better place, but still I see nothing interesting in my life, he whispered. The scruffy brown haired man rolled over. The light shining through the door onto his blue eyes, and showing his pale skin. He rolled back over, and then heard banging on the wall,
hey, Jimmy, stop talking to yourself, its unhealthy, and you woke me up again, shouted the man. There was silence,
how the hell can you sleep through a storm, Greg, Jimmy shouted.
There was silence again
Ear muffs, Greg replied, now go to sleep,
Greg sounded a bit frustrated, so Jimmy tried sleeping, but still nothing.
Morning came, it was still raining, but the wind had died down. Greg burst through the door, a short 19 year old man with very tanned skin stood there. His tall spiky black hair hidden in the darkness, though his eyes were not to be seen,
get up man, its 11, weve got to go, he said, he picked up a shoe and threw it at Jimmy, it hit him in the back of the head, then came a massive groaning noise,
aaarrrgghhh, go away, Jimmy moaned, then 2 seconds later he jumped up,
11 OCLOCK, WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME, he shouted, Jimmy looked through the curtains and light came beaming through. Greg rolled his eyes and left the room. Jimmy got dressed into his usual outfit, a black t-shirt, black hoodie, and well used jeans, he went into the kitchen,
hey Greg, he said,
Jimmy, why dont you wear skinny jeans instead of those baggy ones, Greg asked, Jimmy dived into the pantry,
food food food food, he said as he searched.
Well that answers my question, Greg says. Jimmy pulled out bread, and throws it at Greg,
eat it, said Jimmy,
oh well thats polite, Greg said,
oh fine then, eat your rather dull piece of sliced bread before I kick it up your bottom so hard it will come out of your mouth, Jimmy said.
Thats better, said Greg as he ate his bit of bread. They put their stuff into the back of Gregs now wet green Toyota Yaris.
Okay, do we have everything, Greg said,
yep, they jumped in the car,
um, do we have Food, money, drinks, Greg asked. Jimmy searched the bag,
yep yep yep, we also have sunscreen. Hahahaa, what a joke, Jimmy said. They headed off,
To Addleton Raceway to watch some racing, Greg sung.
They were driving, and Greg got bored of just listening to music.
Jimmy, why dont you try to find a girlfriend, he asked.
Why? Because Ive never met anyone that would fit the bill, and I dont want to end up going girl crazy, Jimmy replied.
Greg shrugged,
your loss, he said.
They carried on,
what about that girl you talk to on the internet almost every day, he continued, Jimmy rolled his eyes,
Shes a friend, not anything more, Jimmy replied. They carried on talking for the rest of the trip.
Here we are, Addleton Raceway, Greg said.
They turned into the car park, stopped to pay for entry, the official approached the car,
names please, he asked.
Im Greg Grayhart, and hes Jimmy Veraan, Greg told him,
okay, that will be $10 each, the official said, we paid up, and entered.
They walked onto the grid.
Wow, is that the new Audi R8 V10, Jimmy shouted,
yes it is, in the lovely blue colour as well, Greg replied, they approached it,
wow, never seen something this flash before, Greg said,
maybe its a special race, Jimmy said as he looked at the car. They moved on,
an SLS, wow, this must be a big event, Jimmy said. They had a look at the Mercedes. Through the speaker everyone was told to get off the track. They moved to the first turn, and awaited the start, the cars set off.
Get the camera Jimmy, Greg told Jimmy.
The race finished,
"don't forget we entered that competition to drive a Jaguar XK," Greg told Jimmy
"If we win, who's driving," Jimmy asked
"You, I don't like driving fast," Greg quickly replied. Jimmy rubbed his hands together
"Haha, Sucker", Jimmy whispered.
"What", Greg flicked towards Jimmy
"HAHA, SUCKER", Jimmy shouted. Greg turned back as if nothing happened.
"And the competition this week. The chance to drive our brand new 2010 Jaguar XK around the track, guided by one of the drivers from the previous race.
"Do you have your winner code," Greg asked
"oh no, where is it, Greg check your pockets," Jimmy asked
"I don't ha; oh here it is, here you go," Greg passed Jimmy the ticket
"981, who has 981," the loudspeaker bellowed
"Oh man, I lost, stupid 186," Jimmy threw the ticket in the air
"Hey look another ticket," said Greg. He caught it
"Hey Jimmy, this is the winning ticket, 981" he showed Jimmy the ticket
"What the, it even has my name on the back," Jimmy said confused
"Hmmm, weird indeed," Greg walked off.
They walked to the start line, and everyone else had left the track.
"Looks like no one wants to see you fail then," Greg said.
They walked to the Jag parked on the grid,
"But I like failing in front of crowds," said Jimmy chuckled about it,
"hey, I'm the funny one here. Anyway, that wasn't even funny," said Greg.
A man in a tuxedo approached them,
"Are you the winners here," he asked
"Well, we're the only people here," Jimmy replied
"Okay, I'm Mark Flares, you are," Mark asked
"he's Jimmy Veraan, and I'm Greg Grayhart," Greg told him.
"Only one of you can drive the car, so who's it going to be," Mark asked
Greg turned and walked the the start line
"Me," said Jimmy,
"Brilliant, let's get started," said Mark. They hopped in the car
"Okay, before we start..." Mark was interrupted
"Start," Jimmy said as he floored it,
"Stop stop stop you imbecile," Mark shouted at him
'I'll star... Go from the beginning again. The car has no traction or ABS, and none of that Skid recovery force," Mark said
"SRF is only on the game," Jimmy quickly replied.
"This is a game, but we're not supposed to know, why else do you think we have pixellated smoke and shadows... And standard cars," Mark said angrily.
"Anyway, the car's been restricted to 350 Horses, so you don't kill the both of us," Mark added
"Can I go now," Jimmy asked
"Did you listen to any of that," mark asked.
"No," Jimmy replied
"Just start, use a little power" Mark said
"I thought I had no traction," Jimmy screamed as they took off
The V8 roared
"Ahhh" the track's gone narrow," said Jimmy
"brake, no power through here, then brake for the next turn," Mark said calmly
"This feels to easy, I'm going faster,"
"No, the car will eat you for dinner"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
"you have no control where it goes now, take off the throttle"
"I can save this," said Jimmy, he managed to stop without hitting anything. After a few more turns of no power Jimmy got bored again.
"I can hold it, I can hold iiiiiiit.... YES"
Jimmy carried on driving
"I'm doing that again"
"You crash it you're payiaaaaaaarrrrghhhh"
"Not again, I'll try and end up in the right direction"
"Nope, that hasn't gone the way I expected it to"
"TADAAAA, I knew it would work"
Mark wiped the shocked face off,
"I'm shocked that you have the talent in you but currently are the worst driver I've ever driven with"
"Yeah, well I didn't prepare for driving a 350 Horsepower Jag with a big hairy V8 today, so we're even"
After a few more turns of no power the lap ended
"Get in the damn pit before I kill you," Mark said as they drove into pit lane.
Jimmy stopped in the pit lane, Greg walked up to the car,
"you idiot, you are useless beyond anything in creation, what do you have to say for yourself" he shouted. Jimmy looked at him with his helmet still on
"you have a lot to learn if you want to race," Mark said
"Wait, how did you know I wanted to," Jimmy asked
"It's a missing line earlier in the story," Mark said
"Why doesn't the author fill it it then," Jimmy asked
"Because the author is a mentally retarded girl, or boy. I can't tell," Mark said
"Makes sense, anyway, let's unfreeze Greg and get back to the story," Jimmy said
"So almost crashing 150 grand 3 times is fun, I don't want to know what you think is the drive of your life, sheesh," Greg said.
Jimmy got out of the car, and still said nothing, then suddenly,
"Well, that was fun, now I need to buy a car with the 8 grand I've been saving," Jimmy said. Greg only had one thing that could be a reply. The famed facepalm collided with Greg's face, they picked up there things and went home in a what can only be called as a now blue Yaris,
"hopefully this Yaris doesn't magically change colour again, it's the third time this week," Greg said.
Well for what the drivers had that race was boring, Greg said,
agreed, Jimmy replied. They got home.
Well, Im going to have a look at some used cars, said Jimmy,
"okay, Im hitting the hay, goodnight, Greg went to bed. Jimmy searched.
"Mazda, boring, Honda, boring, Nissan, boring, everything was boring. Hey look, a Holden Monaro that is Way out of my budget, um, I want a V8, but Ive only got 8 grand to spend, so I wont get a good old V8." Jimmy continued searching,
this looks tidy, he said, he clicked on a Toyota.
Its over 20 years old, but its in pretty good nick, he said,
Ill see what Greg thinks in the morning, Jimmy stood up and went off to bed.
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Chapter 1 complete, yaaaaaay
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