Storm
The journey to France had been filled with anticipation and excitement, but now, as I stood on the edge of the race track, I felt a different kind of tension settle in my chest. Racing had always been a part of my life, a passion that burned deep within me. But today, there was a weight I couldn't shake off, a gnawing anxiety that clung to my thoughts.
My dad, Sky Theodore Butler, was by my side, his presence a steadying force. He'd been in my shoes before, not just as a former racer but also as someone who understood the pressure of being on the track. He offered a few words of encouragement, his voice calm and reassuring.
"You've got this, Storm," he said, clapping me on the back. "Just remember, it's about the journey, not just the finish line. Keep your focus, and trust your i
