chapter 1: meet cute

                                    

                                          

Alivia's POV
It was safe to say, I would never be like my Dad.
Not in the way that people would assume: That I won't make it to Formula 1, that I want to be independent and blaze my own path.
No it's actually much simpler than that.
I suck at karting.
And if I suck at karting, how am I supposed to work my way up in the racing hierarchy.
It's simple- I won't.
So instead, at the ripe age of 9 when I finally acknowledged I need to stop flying over curbs and stop crashing into people when they annoy me, that I will vlog about racing instead.
And I think everyone else thanked me for that. 
For christmas a few years later I got my first video camera and my Mom helped set up an account for me on Youtube.
And this...this is where the story really begins.
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"Can I come? Please, please, please, plea-"
"Fine you can come!"
"Yay!" I threw my hands in the air in excitement as I rushed to get my camera. Today would be my first day I was able to use it, for my Father was letting me come to the track to watch my brother do his karting. My brother, Jackson, was on route for F4 next year, seeing as this would be his 6th year in karting and unlike me he actually had our Dad's skills.
I flipped open the side of the camera and began speaking "Hello friends...today, we are going to watch my brother go karting! He's fifteen, which makes him 3 years older than me. That's also the name of a Taylor Swift song if you didn't know...Anyway let's go to the track!"
Hopping into the car I took some footage from the window of our journey as we drove to the karting track. I was always interested in photography as a form of art, as I also suck at painting and drawing. Besides, photography allows you to keep memories for a long, long time.
After a smooth journey we had arrived at the track, for which my Dad took my brother to get ready and I walked around with my Mom while we waited for his race. As we stood in line for her morning coffee, what she deemed as a 'necessity' in the morning, I spotted an ice cream truck close by. I then hit her with my best 'puppy-dog' eyes for which she sighed and handed me some money as I thanked her and skipped over to the truck, taking out my camera.
"Hello again guys! I'm heading to the ice-cream truck before my brother's race. Dad always likes to give us a quick pep talk before we go driving and-"
Now I have always been told I'm passionate about the things I love...but I've never been told I have good spatial awareness.
This was clear in the fact I accidentally just walked into another person, tripping over their leg and falling onto the pavement, as I was too focused on my video. 
Which, speaking of, would probably not be posted at all, looking at the state of the camera which I used to break my fall.
"Oh no...".
"I'm so sorry are you hu-"
"My camera", I wailed, embarrassingly, as I tried to salvage the pieces whilst ignoring the ache of my scraped knees. "Dad's gonna kill me".
The boy, who was still due an apology on my end, starting chuckling a little as I looked up.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing", he smiled before offering me a hand to get up.
I frowned and wiped my tears before taking his hand, cradling my camera in the other.
"I'm sorry about bumping into you", I spoke shyly.
"That's oka- woah your knee".
I looked down and observed as my left knee started to bleed down my leg.
"Oh...I didn't notice".
The boy frowned before fishing a bandaid and tissue out from his bag and handing them to me. I gave him a small smile before fixing up my leg.
"Thanks".
"That's okay...do you think you can walk? It doesn't hurt too bad?"
"No I'm fine, thank you...again. Can I pay you back in ice cream?"
The boy smiled. "I really shouldn't have ice cream before a race".
"That's so true...after then?" I finally acknowledged the suit he was in.
 "I'd like that. My race is in an hour but I'll meet you here after?"
"You're in the junior race?" He nodded. "My brother must be racing against you then".
"Oh really? Who's your brother?"
I hesitated at first, for this was the moment he was about to get the revelation I was the daughter of a world champion and it was nice to speak to someone at karting who was unaware.
"Jackson...Walker".
"Oh...OH! You're serious?!"
"Mhm", I replied, mixing the dirt beneath my foot.
"He's a really good driver. I'm happy for him entering F4 next year". I smiled at his comment.
"Yea it's a big step but he is definitely ready".
"It is...I can't wait to enter though. I'm too young currently".
"How old are you?"
"I'm twelve".
"Same!" I exclaimed cheerfully. He smiled at my enthusiasm. "Oh I'm Alivia by the way."
"Ollie."
We spoke a little longer before his Dad found him and ushered him over to get ready as I returned to my Mom and explained how I was getting ice cream later instead of now.
I also showed her the state of my camera with an innocent look on my face as she assured me we could get it fixed.
Walking over to the stands, I could immediately spot Jack not just from his suit but the fact he was starting P1 today. It was a common occurrence over the past few races.
"Who's on the front row with him?" I asked as my Dad sat down next to me.
"His name is Oliver and Jack says he's a karting prodigy. It's his first year in the Junior category apparently but he's already given him a run for his money, even more than the other fourteen and fifteen year olds."
"I see".
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hello guys
i hope you liked the first chapter- just giving a bit of backstory to the REAL story 🥰
i'll try and be consistent with my posts and chapters but i am in my final years of school (this is like my procrastination project), so if I drop off the face of the earth for a sec, you know why 😉
hope you have a great day/night 💕