"DRIVE" Act I- "It Begins"

[driftmaster200]

"DRIVE"-By driftmaster200
Hello and welcome to the world of "DRIVE". This is the story of Chad Omli, a 18 year old malewho gets into the world of underground street racing. This contains foul language so if you are under 18,
please stop reading this, if your over 18, go right ahead.

ACT I - "It Begins"

Opening: It's around 11:00pm at the 7/11 where Chad works, he's just finished up with his shift and
is closing up shop.

Chad: "Man, Mr. Winston has got to stop giving me these fucking long shifts."

Narrator: Chad's boss, Mr. Winston, is lacking people to work at his store so Chad has to work long shifts, and it was getting to him. At least it was over and he could go home, which mad him feel better. As he closes and locks the door he hears something coming down
the road, something loud, fast, and mean.

Chad: "What the fu-?"

Narrator: Before he can finish he sees a black 2-door sedan fly by and speed off into the distance.

Chad: "What the fuck was that?!?!?"

Narrator: Indeed. He can't identify the car and before he gets a good look, it's gone.

Chad: "Damn! That fucker was flying!"

Narrator: And with a dissapoiting *sigh* he heads towards his car. Chad drives a Midnight Blue 1994 Acura Integra GS-R 2-door. He liked it and wanted to build it up, but because of his bills he couldn't afford it, he had to leave it stock and baby it so he wouldn't damage
it. It was a gift from his dad but it didnt have power windows, power doors, ABS, and A/C, many things we take for granted. Chad liked cars but didn't know anything about how they work so other than change the oil and battery, he didn't touch his car.

Narrator: With that said, Chad puts his stuff in the back and heads for home. He turns on the radio and hears that there was an accident on the highway he takes and was blocking traffic.

Chad: "Fuck. Now I gotta take the long road."

Narrator: Chad had a good reason to be pissed. This was gonna make him take another 30 minutes to get home. He gets off the highway and heads along a backroad. He rolls his window down, hoping the cool night air would cool him off. He pulls up to a stop light and waits for it to turn green.

Chad: "God, will my life get any better? Ever?"

Narrator: And with that he hears loud rap music. He looks to see a Yellow 1998 Honda Civic 2-door pull up next to him. Chad sees that the car has the full "bling treatment" and sees the driver is an eminem-wannabe. The guy in the Civic looks and chuckles.

Civic Guy: "YOUR CAR IS QUEER, YO! MY RIDE IS BANGING! IT'S SUPERPIMP! GGGGGGGGG-UNIT!"

Narrator: Now at this point Chad is really pissed because he ran into this faggot. He wasen't in the mood for this bullshit faggy-ass motherfucking poser.

Chad: "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAKE! YOUR RIDE IS ABOUT AS PIMP AS A NUN!"

Civic Guy: "OH YOU WANNA GO NIGGA? MY RIDE WILL BITCHSLAP YOU AND THAT SLOW MOFO YOU CALL A CAR?

Chad: "YOU CALLING ME OUT?

Civic Guy: "NO! I'M CALLING YOU BEAT, NIGGA!"

Narrator: And with that the guy revs his motor, which sounds like a 50cc dirtbike. Chad lays down the rules.

Chad: "WE RACE TO THAT STOPSIGN, WAY DOWN THERE", pointing out his window. "LOSER PAYS THE WINNER $200. WHEN IT'S GREEN, WERE OFF"

Narrator: Then they wait for it to turn green. Chad grips his shifter and stearing wheel, ready to drop the clutch. He hopes nothing will go wrong.

Chad: He thinks to himself "Ready......................Set................... "

Narrator: GREEN! Chads drops the clutch and mashes the gas, slightly spinging his tires. He shifts his car into 2nd and begins to pull up to the Civic which is about 10ft ahead of him. Chad redlines it and shifts into 3rd, pulling up right next to the Civic. He redlines it again and shifts into 4th, pulling away from Civic at a fast rate and leaves him in the dust.

Chad: "FAKEY-ASS MOTHERFUCKER!"

Narrator: With that, he crosses the finish line a good 5 car lengths ahead of the Civic. He gets out and stands outside of his car door. The Civic pulls up to him and he opens up his window, tossing Chad the money.

Civic Guy: "HERE YOU GO DUDE!"

Narrator: And just like that he drives off into the night. Chad gets in his car and looks at the wad of cash.

Chad: "I just won a street race?", thinking calmly to himself. "Yea, I did. That was awesome."

Narrator: With a smirk on his face and feeling better about himself he drives home. When he gets home he goes right to bed, still thinking about the race.

END

[eversio11]

I'm not sure how to reply to this.. are you being serious, or what?

[sivic02]

I think chad needs to sit back and think about what forum he is posting things in, I am still trying to find the philosophical relevance of this story.

[Moppie]

This has no place in this forum, you could try COT, but you might have better luck on a differnt set of forums altogether, prehaps something related to story writing?

And what the hell is a 2 door sedan?
Sedans are 4 doors. With a boot.

I suggest checking your information and learning a little more before trying to enter the world of 2fast2fake.