So, I've been thinking a lot lately. Well, not really thinking, more like obsessing. Okay fine, maybe a little bit of both. But can you blame me? Chet is just...Chet. And let's be honest here, who wouldn't have a crush on him? He's charming in that annoyingly sweet way that makes my stomach do somersaults.

I know I always act tough and put up this whole "bad girl" front, but deep down inside there's this part of me that just wants to curl up next to Chet and watch the sunset together. Ugh! Did I really just write that out loud? Sugar gum must be messing with my brain or something.

But hey, it’s not all rainbows and butterflies when it comes to being the only girl in Whiplash’s crew. Don’t get me wrong – those guys are like family to me – but sometimes they don’t quite understand where I’m coming from. They treat me like one of the boys most of the time which is great for racing and all but can get frustrating when I want someone to talk about feelings with (eww feelings).

Speaking of racing though…you should have seen us tear up the track today! We were on fire (literally if you count my flaming shell). It’s moments like these when everything else fades away and it’s just pure adrenaline rushing through your veins as you push yourself beyond limits you never thought possible.

Anyway enough rambling for now…I better go find some more sugar gum before Whiplash starts wondering where his hot-headed snail went off to again.