UNTITLED

Kellan Sims

For a large part of my life. I felt as though I had no purpose at all. I glided by with most things while keeping to myself. I never really decided to chase any dream. Until right now. I have my boot against a cold gas pedal which belongs to the car I’m in right now. I finally figured out the purpose I've had all these years. My purpose is to chase the adrenaline rush of racing. Being out in space the way most of us humans are now widens your opportunities a bunch. I went through a bunch of jobs before I figured out that this would be my thing. And as soon as I sat in this seat and wrapped my hands around this wheel I realized I was home. It’s called cross planetary space racing. Long name I know. But it’s my destiny for sure. At the moment I’m looking at the track ahead of me as the time before the race slowly ticks down. The wispy orange dirt of this far off planet is dragging up in front of me as I’m still waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting and start! The track ahead of me lit up with a rainbow of magnificent colors as I all racers began shooting across the track! Each car had a bit of their driver’s personality in it. Mine was fully black except for some bright streaks of color along the hood. The whirring and whooshing of the speeding cars went on before we hit a jump. Making it across these is my specialty. So I hit that gas pedal and shot forward like a rocket across the bright race track soaring over the drop. I was quite literally winning the race in flying colors. My car began skidding to a stop as I made it to the finish line. I stepped out to see the other mostly thrashed vehicles in the wake of my victory. A simple race. But there are more to come. A special one. 

You see most space racers have driving forces for their racing. For some it’s money, for some it’s straight ambition, and for others it’s simply just to look good. But for me, well. My driving force along with my ambition to win is to beat down a specific enemy racer. His name is Jett Silverstein. We’ve been at each other’s throats for as long as I can remember. We’re two of the best at what we do. So due to this we became rivals. It’s weird because in most stories the protagonist hates their rival. But for me whenever I’m against Jett well. The track comes to life. Color enters my eyes and I begin to feel like I’m truly trying my best. It’s odd but. He sort of completes my will to race. 

So as I said I’ve got a rival. And today we’re in the finals of the current ross planetary space racing universe cup. So yes of course I’m gonna do my best. Not like I want to win that bad or anything. It’s all about beating Jett. That’ll bet it. The greatest accomplishment of my racing career. Then this rivalry will come to an end for good. So in the finals of most space race cups you might travel between two to three planets. During this finale we’ll be driving across four. My car pulled up slowly toward the starting line. Out of my rear view mirror I could see him. Jett. His car was beside mine. As soon as we met eye contact color filled the race track. Pigments of red, orange, yellow, green and blue were infused into the track and the surrounding area. This felt different from my last race. I felt like I was seeing color for the first time. This time I had to win. So while putting my foot to the gas pedal and blasting off toward the track I felt alive and determined to crush my rival. Cars started piling up around me as we darted down the track barreling further and further out of the atmosphere of the planet we were currently on. I could see Jett in front of me leading the race. I had to lose the other contestants around me. So with a flick of my wrist I sent a few cars flying by spinning around my own. I set myself back forward and raced after jett. The competition thinned as we got further and further to the finish line.

Soon enough it was just me and him. The two rivals who swore to each other about their fated victory. Me and him. I had to kick it into high gear and send myself to my win. I felt my car go faster than it had ever gone before as I zoomed toward the finish line. We were still neck and neck tied completely as we passed through the final planet. The colors of the track wisped upward past our cars as the nose of our vehicles crossed the fated finish line at the exact same time. I exited my car and shot Jett a side eye while thinking to myself. Maybe this rivalry isn’t meant to end. At least not this soon.