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"Whitney! Get down here! I've got Wendy's!"

Whitney Jacobs ran full speed out of her bedroom at the sound of her mother's voice entering the house, having only just finished braiding her thick dark hair which thankfully she had managed to do just before her mother returned home.

Her mother had been working and had stopped off to grab some Wendy's for dinner, and since Whitney didn't know how to cook and often burnt everything she tried to do, she was absolutely starving.

The teenager jumped down the last two steps on the stairs like she always did, running in to the kitchen to meet her mother who grinned at the sight of her, the pair lightly fistbumping one another.

The mother and daughter duo ate their food as quickly as they could, whilst sitting in silence, because Whitney knew that her mother liked to have a little bit of silent time after having been at work due to the chaotic environment.

Her mother worked with children and young adults with special needs and learning disabilities and she was amazing at it, but when she got home, she tended to like a bit of quiet time just to calm down, and Whitney was always accepting and understanding as to why.

Once they had tidied their mess from the takeaway up, her mother smiled down at her, ruffling her freshly braided hair.

"How was school? Any homework?"

Dionne Jacobs spoke with a smile upon her face, her dimples showing as she did so, her chocolate brown hair tied back in to a loose ponytail so that it was out of her face, her sleeves of her white shirt rolled up to her elbows.

"Just some history homework about the second world war, so I thought I'd speak to Lizzie's grandpa because he fought in it, is that okay?" Whitney questioned politely, knowing that her mother wouldn't have a problem with it.

Her friend from school, Lizzie, was one of the only people that she spoke to since she was one of the only people who didn't mock her for not having the latest phone, or the newest shoes, or a designer handbag, instead she never brought her new items to school so that people wouldn't just be mean to her, but to both of them instead.

Her grandpa had fought in the second World War so she hoped that he would be able to help her in her essay and allow her to complete it, but if he couldn't for whatever reasons, if it was too upsetting to talk about, then she would just use Google.

But she hoped that she would be able to get help from somebody who had actually been there.

"Of course, just don't push him for answers, honey. There's shortbread in the cupboard, take that to him as a thank you for helping you." Dionne nodded her head, proud that her daughter was actively trying to find out stories from survivors for her homework, because she knew that Google was not always reliable.

"Will do! Thanks mom!"

Whitney grabbed the shortbread from out of the cupboard and her bag and ran out of the door in order to head to her friends home, leaving her mother home alone.

"Now that she's gone, I can have a peaceful soak in the tub for once."

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"You're still working?"

Whitney frowned as she spoke through the phone to her mother, who was on a home call even though she was supposed to be finished hours ago and home already.

"Honey, I've left some money for takeout for you on the counter, I'm just trying to do as much overtime as I can with your birthday coming up."

Dionne's gentle voice came through the speaker on the phone as she informed her daughter, a slight feeling of guilt within her since she knew that Whitney had wanted to have a movie night with her.

Her fifteenth birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks and her mother was determined to have the money to give her a birthday party but Whitney wasn't sure that she actually wanted a birthday party.

She had tried to tell her mom, but it obviously hadn't gotten through to her.

Was it selfish that she didn't want a party?

The only people that would be there at the party anyway, besides herself would be her mom and Lizzie, so to her, it wasn't enough people that made her want to actively have a party, and even then a party for her birthday is not what she wanted, she didn't really like birthday parties.

With a huff of defeat, the Jacobs girl clicked on to the app on her phone of YouTube and noticed a new video had been posted on the channel of her favorite sport, clicking on to it, her face lighting up in a bright grin at how her favorite Formula One driver immediately came on to the screen.

She wasn't from Miami, but if she had been, then she would've definitely been in love with him, but no, Whitney was from Detroit... but she still loved Logan Sargent.

She hadn't been a fan of the sport when the last American driver had been racing, but she had been a fan of Logan since he was Formula Two and since he had finally gotten a seat in Formula One, she couldn't have been more proud of him.

She knew that he would do amazing and kick ass, he was Logan Hunter Sargent, he was the hunter of podiums and race wins. He was easily going to beat everybody.

If not, then she would punch herself in the face.

Her favorite driver that had been in Formula One before Logan, was no longer there since he had no seat for the two thousand and twenty three season, but Logan did.

She hoped that with the money that she had been saving for the past three years of doing chores and her part time job as well as birthday money that she would have money in order to get a ticket to a Formula One race, but it would be a task in explaining why she had been saving up for so long to her mom.

Her mom knew that she wanted to go to a race, she had tried to get her there, but the tickets were so expensive and Whitney wanted to contribute to it or try to buy it all by herself.

The fourteen year old grabbed a hold of her money container in order to count it whilst her mother was not in the house, emptying it out over her bed, counting it three times over to make sure that she had it right.

Hang on...

She had over a thousand dollars.

She would get about a seventy five dollars every month for her job which was only because the old woman who was her boss at the café was generous with momey even though she didn't do many hours, and she got a couple of dollars from doing chores for her neighbors, her birthday money must've counted to around five hundred dollars of it, since her mom would always give her money and so would Lizzie and her family, but she hadn't realised how much she had.

She hadn't counted it ever since she had started saving, she had just repeatedly kept putting the money in the container thinking that she was still nowhere near her target, but she had actually reached it a couple of months ago.

She would be able to afford a ticket both for her and her mother, all by herself.

Now that would be a birthday.

"I gotta deposit the money and then I'm gonna meet Logan and make him buy me tickets to every race, oh my god yes!"

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A/N

Short introduction chapter that is mostly Whitney but she's a key part to this so oh well, Dionne is amazing and obviously she's gonna be spoken about more, but this is 80% Whitney

What do you think?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this introduction chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩