This race was only twenty laps and Ethan had been on the leader’s ass for the last six. There were only three to go. His car was number twenty-one and had been painted bright yellow with what looked like waves done in blue down the sides. There were stickers in back of the front bumper that she couldn’t read because every time the cars zoomed past where she sat, it was all a blur. The only reason she knew Ethan was number twenty-one was because his name was on a huge board that listed his stats every lap. The cars were going close to one hundred miles per hour and the noise of their engines was deafening. Last lap flashed on the sign in big red letters. The crowd was on its feet when the cars came around the last turn. Ethan and number eleven were bumper to bumper on the straightaway. Harper screamed along with the rest of the people, their excitement too contagious to ignore. Ethan pulled ahead a little.
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