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"Marissa Layne," the announcer said over the intercom, "And we have Kyle Hemi on lane two." I gripped the stick shift. I cracked my fingers and wiggled my toes. The light hit red, yellow, and then finally green. The suspense caused my stomach to tingle, and my scalp to sweat. I slammed the gas pedal to the floor. I pressed the clutch and changed gears. It all went so fast. I pressed the gas harder. "Gear 2," I mumbled to myself. I pressed against the clutch one last time, the nose of my car was on the tale of his. I was losing by a hair line. I pressed the nitrous on my steering wheel and my

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steering wheel and my car sped fast his. "Heck yeah!" I screamed. I slowed down to a stop. I got out of the car as the whole crowd cheered. The cold winter wind stung my cheeks and the loud screeches of people ringed in my ears. Kyle got out of his car and slammed his hood. I won. I won the mini-finals. I was going to go to championships. "Great race," he said smirking. "Thanks and great car by the way." I smiled. He laughed sarcastic, "It's under the hood that counts." I nodded in agreement. I gave him a hug and drove home. I wanted to leave before to cops came. Street Racing is illegal, but my father did it and now I'm doing it. He of course doesn't like it, and doesn't know I'm racing, but as always isn't that every teens life? Hiding what they really love from the parents because they don't like it.. I thought so. I also had a problem with my speeding. I was going around eighty on a road that is suppose to go forty. What could I say? I had the need for speed? I turned down our road and turned in our driveway. My dad was waiting on the

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doorstep. "Great..." I mumbled to myself. I turned the car off and got out of my car. "Marissa Marie Layne. I can't believe you." he said tapping his foot against the ground. "I'm sorry. Dad, I promise-" My dad interrupted, "No promises. Give me your keys," he said holding his hand out, "Now! This is the third time you've been four hours passed your curfew." he said yelling at me. "Dad, no I was out at a race-" I put my hand over my mouth. My dads look was furious. "I gave that up for a reason, because I messed up my back. I was lucky, you could die! Marissa, keys now." he said holding his hand our firmly. "No!" I screamed, "I'm seventeen! I do what I want. No!" I ran back to my car the keys in my hand still. "Marissa!" my father yelled. "Don't make me come over there," he said yelling louder, "Marissa!!" I ignored him. He didn't understand anything. I went in reverse and slammed the gas.

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Is this a good story? I'm writing a story for my Journalism class??

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o_o This is aweeesomee!!!

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Thanks:D I don't have a title for it though.. :L

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Umm..
How about...
Night Of Teenage Life

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That's kinda stupid..

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Hmm.. Idk I'll take that one in consideration though. :3
I'm thinking something like.. Street Life.. but that sounds like she lives on the streets..

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Lol no it does not. Nobodies ideas are stupid. lol

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Oh my god...I know you posted it awhile ago but it is awesome.... There is a website called MissLiterati.com You should check it out. You can write books, poetry and almost anything you want!

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Omg. :D Thanks<3 :')

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When you get an account tell me and I'll message you!

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Mkay:) I'm currently grounded from getting on any other websites besides this one.. But I have a Wattpad. :) It's another writing website..

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I'm thinking of posting it online there as soon as I'm done with my online schooling. :)

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this is amasing sorry i just found it lol hahah it is really

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Thank you.. All my stories are based off experience. c:

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"Don't you dare leave!" he screamed. I ignored him. I had no idea of where I was going. I wasn't sure to be honest. I just wanted to drive, grip the road.

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I'm gonna continue it here.. from now on♥