The Demigod Grand Prix: Chapter 12

Sasha Quinn

XII

The Troll under the Bridge

Sasha, even before they entered the checkpoint in Vegas, was in between sobbing and anger. She was surely in last place. She had just got all the slushie out of her face when that stupid girl Melanie Moseby decided to throw a sweet that would seep through the helmet and implant itself to her hair. HER HAIR of all things. Sasha wiped off her helmet, too k out her hair utensils and put the car on cruise control. It too k her a good half hour to get it all out of her hair, so she decided that whilst she was at it, she would give herself a haircut. She gave herself a bob-style hair cut. She drove on, and tuc ked the hair into her poc ket.

Up ahead she saw the motorcycle of Yuna Harden, that Hestia representative. Sasha had nothing against the girl, she had a wonderful, wild but beautiful personality, she could do with a trip to the spa, but Sasha had nothing against her. But it was the aim of the game to win the race, in itself, overpower the opposition. And at this stage, Sasha was furious with all the others have put her through, the dairy supplement, the candy etc. Sasha switched gears, ignoring Danica Patric k, and moved up beside Yuna.

"Hey Yuna, whatcha doin'?" Sasha as ked nicely.

"Trying to win this race, nice haircut" she said smugly and pressed a button on her switchpad. The side of her motorbi ke opened a little bombay hatch and flung out a little jar of purple flames, a little less powerful that gree k fire, but it was still extremely powerful and effective.

(WIP)