From: AusieWanaB@aol.com
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Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 21:40:21 EST
Subject: [JQML] [FIC] Uninvited Chapter 5 (Jagle, Gordons Car gets kicked in this chapter!)
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Kara: LOOK AT THIS!<points to some of the white spot on her car>
Nichole: Yah some bird had some major problems over your poor Buick!"
Kara: I know and I just payed yesterday $5 freaken dollors to get this thing
clean, and I get in it this morning and bam, bird poop everywhere.
Nichole: Hah-Hah!
My poor car is a bird doo-doo maginent! Just had to add it in!  It has
something to do with the story trust me!

	OKay, heres chapter 5. Sorry its soo short, but im right now too depressed to
write any more, so thats it. Only reason I wrote is insparation hit me and
have to write it down before I forgot. But heres some for now, may be a while
before a new part. <rubs tear from eye> probably in April, because thats when
I find out if I lose everything that I have worked hard on! 


Disclaimer: Dont own nothen. Own my friends though who are used in this
production. Lex owns the JQ2000 team! I do own the picture of myself kicking
Gordons car, and the 89 Buick Regal Gran Sport. My claim as my first car! 

Archivers: Sure If you dare. PLEASE DO IT!

Ratings: pg13? JQ2k, DBN hr. A many more

Uninvited
Chapter 5


Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing


	She could tell that Bryce felt uncomfertable and was happy to leave this
track.
	
	"Theer dey are," said the young french girl, Claudette. She was standing next
to the team outside waiting for the other two to arive. 
	It was a warm February afternoon, around 80 degrees out. The wind was
slightly blowing, and the sun was shinning brightly. 
	The sports car pulled into the parking lot of the crowded Nascar Cafe. The
top was down and inside was two figures. After a couple of minutes, the car
came to rest next to a maroon Buick Regal Gran Sport. When Bryce opened his
door, he slightly banged it against the door of the Buick. 
	"Opps." he said.
	"What do you mean by opps?" said a paranoide Jessie.
	"I mean some bird had some major stomach problems," he said trying to cover
up the ding. He had notice that the car was dirty with bird poop all over it.
It had turned it into a poka-dot car. "And it let it all out all over this
persons car."
	"Ooh. Ick it does." said Jessie as she looked the car up and down. "Come on
the others are probably about to rip our heads off because we take to long,"
she said with a grin.  
	When they finaly arived in the front of the cafe. The group was all sitting
on Jeff Gordon's 24 Dupont car. The site gave Jessie a grin. She never liked
Gordon. In fact her and Mishelle hated him with a passion. Which gave her an
idea. So she pulled Shelle aside and told her what it was, gave Travis her
camera and got a picture of both of them kicking his car and another sitting
on it. 
	"OOh that is going to be a framer!" said Mishelle. She was grinning ear to
ear from it. She felt like getting it developed now so she could rub it in
Jonny's face. Jonny was just about the only one who liked Gordon. 
	"Mishelle," said Hadji, "You wouldn't happen to be using that picture on
agrivating Jonny, now would you?" he asked.
	"Thats for me to know and you to find out!" she said.
	"Mishelle you are devious," said Tia-Lee as she held the door for the rest of
the team who was lagging behind.
	
	As the team walked in, they recieved their laminated card that had #221 on
it, which was used to seat people. They gave out the cards to about 10 groups
and when there was enough to seat atleast most of them, they put that number
on the tv's that were stationed through out the place. Those tv's showed old
races or biographys of the racers. 
	It wasn't long untill the team was seated and ordering. They all ordered the
American Burger. When it came out, it was the size of two McDonalds
hamburgers. They all took their time and talked. They were all enjoying the
attmospher. Even the ones who didnt like racing.


	"I've got to get the seat next to Jessie in the race. Thats the only way we
are going to get her out of the race." said Chase.
	"Well were working on it. We've already hacked into the system. We got it
were you qualify one after her. And when its your turn, we'll change the stats
a little to make you one second off from her." said the crew cheif as he
worked on the small laptop.
	"Will it work?" asked Chase.
	"I don't see why it wouldn't," said the crew cheif.
	"It better or you won't be working!" said Chase as he walked out of the
garage. He looked over to the far right, the sun glared in his eyes as he
tried to see if Jessie was back yet. "Your mine Bannon!"

	The day was getting old, Jessie had gone back to the track with Bryce. She
had gone strait to practicing for the race. She was starting to get the hang
of it were she didn't need her uncle to give her instructions. As the sun was
going down, she pulled back into the garage and took off her uniform, threw it
into the trailor and left. She was exausted but yet exited. Her and Bryce had
planed on going out to supper later and she figured she would spend time
hanging around the others. 

	The dark dusk settled into a haze of light. A dark figure crept into the
garage area, with another dark figure at its heals. The two crept in and went
to work under the hood. They worked for a while and begain to left, when one
of them stoped and looked at a practice helmet that was laying on the ground. 
	"Shes seems so intriguing.Yet she yelds so far away in an uncharted
territory." he said as he kicked the helmet and walked off.


Please send me comments! I could probably use some! Send them to
AusieWanaB@aol.com. Thanks!

Kara

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