CHAPTER 21

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)

I've been racing since I was 17 and started racing professionally when I was 19. The feeling of the engine rumbling under my feet, the acceleration that throws my body backward, the excitement, the adrenaline, everything that surges through my veins makes me want to go faster.

As my eyes stay concentrated on the road, my hands on the steering wheel are on a tight grip and as the speedometer rises close to a red zone, that feeling of thrill floods my veins. It's why I loved racing, it rears a feeling of freedom and control that I only get on the tracks. The combination of speed, danger, and the satisfaction of winning, I never want this feeling to end but it does when the car zaps through the finishing line and I step on the brakes.

Instantly, my teammates in their purple, and white uniforms surround the car and I step out, taking off my helmet and feeling giggly as they laud my unique skills on the tracks. And oh, I'm the only girl in my team with five guys and