Post by hannah van guardian. on Oct 7, 2009 0:02:08 GMT -5
the sound of rubber soles hitting the pavement was heard as hannah walked along the rows of cars. she was looking at what cars could possible out race her in her own baby. she lightly brushed her fingers against the warm metallic paint, admiring the cars themselves. she looked around, hoping no one was watching her touching people's cars, after all, they weren't her's to touch.she continued to walk around the cars, she loved to be around them.
hannah's hair blew in the light breeze that seemed to pick up as she drew near the end of the parking lot. she listened to the leaves rustle and the sound of her shoes hitting the heated pavement. she was dress for a warm day, a short sleeve band tee and some tight fitted, but holey jeans, plus her fabulously worn, stormy gray union bay, canvas flats. she was definitely in a mood for a pleasant day of racing.
