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Beautiful.
I’d opted for a sleek, silver-gray color. Once I signed the necessary documentation, the driver handed me the keys to my new baby.
I only had one final question before I got in my new car.
“Insured?” I asked, to which Gary replied, “Of course.”
Not that it really mattered, but I didn’t want to waste money if I did total it. I was a little bit of a speed freak and battled to keep to the speed limit.
There was no way I was going to be sticking to the speed limit in my new car. I slid into the driver’s seat as the truck left. The car smelled like expensive leather and I took a deep breath.
I started the car up and revved it. Gary just shook his head at me.
He knew me too well. Thankfully, through the years and since I got emancipated, he had begun to let me make my own decisions even though he didn’t always agree with them.
I pulled out of the driveway with a screech. I didn’t know the town very well but I had GPS so I couldn’t really get that lost. I took a right and pressed my foot down, loving the thrill of the car purring beneath my hands.
I had probably an hour before sunset and I was going to make good use of every minute of it as I began to drive around the new town. The residential areas around the town were sparsely populated. There were a few properties similarly sized to mine but, other than that, it was forests and fresh air.
Putting down the window, I took a deep breath of the fresh air. I felt free.
I loved every minute of getting to know my new car as I drove around for nearly half an hour. I was on my way back when I spotted a red Porsche tailing me. It accelerated until it pulled up alongside me. The darkened windows on my car made it impossible for the driver to see me, but I could see him.
He obviously wanted to race and I smiled as I sped up, ready to kick his ass. I was used to driving fast cars and Gary had made me take an additional driving course to make sure I was equipped to handle them.
I pulled ahead of the Porsche as I pressed down on the accelerator. The Porsche lost some ground, but after a sharp right corner it accelerated and pulled up beside me again. Shaking my head at his attempts to keep up with me, I pushed down on the accelerator again as the road straightened up in front of us.
My Maserati was faster. I pulled away from him, leaving him unable to overtake me so he pulled in behind me. I smiled triumphantly.
Playtime was over. I could see my house coming up and I was done racing. I slowed down a few feet from my driveway with the Porsche still hot on my tail, but before he could make another attempt to overtake me, I pulled hard on the steering wheel and turned into my driveway without slowing down any further.
The tires screeched on the surface but my baby stuck to the road without losing traction and I slowed down as I entered my property. In my side mirror, I saw the Porsche hit the brakes just outside just outside the wrought-iron gate that stood at the driveway’s entrance
Still high on the thrill of the race, I pulled up in front of the house.
CHAPTER TWO
Scarlett
One thing I hated most about school was waking up early. Why did school have to start so early? I loved to sleep in and I rarely got out of bed before eleven most mornings when I didn’t have to wake up for school.
I yawned when my snooze time ran out and my alarm began to buzz again. I sat up and rubbed my face. I’d set my alarm for earlier than normal so I would have the extra time to get my schedule and find my locker.
I kept promising myself once school was finished, I’d make sure I never had to wake up early again.
Unlike most girls my age, I wasn’t interested in fashion and what the latest trend was. I dressed in what I liked irrespective of whether it was considered fashionable or not.
I pulled on a pair of black hipster jeans and a button-up dark blue shirt, then I finished off my outfit with a pair of black, flat, strappy sandals. The only makeup I wore was some lip-gloss. These days I never bothered with jackets or a jersey because I never got cold anymore.
When my senses had grown stronger, my internal body heat had increased as well.
Gary had suggested I get some tests run to discover why I’d suddenly developed changes when I’d turned sixteen, but I’d refused. Physically, I felt fine. I didn’t see any reason to get tests done, and I’d learned to live with the new changes in my body.
The smell of fresh coffee caught me as I descended the stairs and I followed it into the kitchen. Most mornings I couldn’t function until I had my first cup of coffee.
“You’re up,” I heard Gary say as I entered the room.
“Yeah, I’m up,” I muttered as I went straight for the coffee. I poured some of it into a cup and took a sip.
