Thunderhawk

I press down on the speed peddle and speak into the small microphone attached to my bright red flying helmet. "I'm gaining on them." I say. I feel exhilarated. The race has been full of excitement, and I am sweaty from the heat if the tiny hover racer I drive. The racer, thunder hawk, and I have been flying together for five years now, ever since I was twelve and old enough to get a racing permit. My big brother, Aiden, gave her to me as a birthday present. I make a quick, sharp turn and almost crash into the two racers ahead of me. "Good job, Kimber." Aiden's voice comes in from the speaker on the headset. I see the finish line. "Alright Thunder, you got this." I whisper to the racer. I hit the hyperdrive in order to pass the hover racer ahead of me. All the spectators see of Thunderhawk and I is a silver, black, and
red as we zip past. We won.