Post by xoriam on Apr 15, 2008 3:15:44 GMT -5
Kale struck another guy atop the head with his Kendo stick. "Winner, Kale Zandabar!" The school's kendo team won this match. Kale lifted his mask. "Heh, another one bites the dust." Kale's best friend Artz drove him home after the match. "You were a beast out there, Kale! Maybe you should hold back on some of the weak ones once in a while," said Artz
"Not my style," replied Kale. Kale got ate with his godfather and talked about his match. When he was just about to fall asleep a car horn woke him up. "Yo, Kale didn't I tell you I would take you to the next race! Get dressed and let's go!" Artz yelled to Kale's window. Kale hurried to put his clothes on and tried to open the door to the red Porsche but it wouldn't open. Nope, you're driving today. I'll show you the way. They got on the freeway. Artz urged Kale to go faster. They passed by some cops. Kale began to slow down but Artz told him to go faster and that the police cars can't go faster than 80mph. They got to the mountain. "Wait here," Artz told Kale as he got out of the car. "Yo, this is the guy I was telling you about," Artz said to the streetrace manager. Kale couldn't hear the rest of the whispers. The manager nodded. Artz walked back to the car. "You're racing today, be good to my car. It's been a while hasn't it?" After a bit of insisting Artz managed to convince Kale to race that night. A good looking girl walked across the track with a red bandana in her hand. When she waved it the racers sped off. IT was a great race. Kale had won. But in doing so he drove himself off of the cliff when his car went out of control and he crashed and burned.
"Not my style," replied Kale. Kale got ate with his godfather and talked about his match. When he was just about to fall asleep a car horn woke him up. "Yo, Kale didn't I tell you I would take you to the next race! Get dressed and let's go!" Artz yelled to Kale's window. Kale hurried to put his clothes on and tried to open the door to the red Porsche but it wouldn't open. Nope, you're driving today. I'll show you the way. They got on the freeway. Artz urged Kale to go faster. They passed by some cops. Kale began to slow down but Artz told him to go faster and that the police cars can't go faster than 80mph. They got to the mountain. "Wait here," Artz told Kale as he got out of the car. "Yo, this is the guy I was telling you about," Artz said to the streetrace manager. Kale couldn't hear the rest of the whispers. The manager nodded. Artz walked back to the car. "You're racing today, be good to my car. It's been a while hasn't it?" After a bit of insisting Artz managed to convince Kale to race that night. A good looking girl walked across the track with a red bandana in her hand. When she waved it the racers sped off. IT was a great race. Kale had won. But in doing so he drove himself off of the cliff when his car went out of control and he crashed and burned.
