Hello everyone and thank you so much for reading the Perfect Race! Each chapter will include a picture of an important character so here is a picture of Torren

Greetings, my name is Torren. Torren Kozak, age 17. I live here in the astonishing capital city of the known world, formerly called Havoc. Now the name might be slightly misleading, but you can't judge a book by its cover. Especially a giant city. Everyone is well taken care of, has fantastic jobs, and no one is poor. There are skyscrapers, high speed trains, driverless cars, drones, movies, entertainment and anything you can imagine! It's what the world is supposed to be.

Thanks to President Kristen Sky, that is. She rebuilt the world from the ashes of war and gave us all a life to live! She's a hero in everyone's eyes! I'd be honored to one day meet her, maybe one day. After all, the war know as The War that Ended the World, more commonly called, The Blaze, left the Earth in a tough state. Radiation soaked into the ground and many diseases left over from biological weapons were still found. Somehow our ancestors rebuilt! Of course, sky didn't make havoc, but she improved it. When she took over , crime was an issue, she fixed that quickly and no one has heard even the slightest noise since.

I looked out my bedroom window at the passing cars below me and smiled. Sure, it was cloudy, but it seemed like a nice day. Temperature wise anyways.

I heard a knock on the door and hopped back into my bed and pretended to be asleep for it was still morning. Even though I'd need to wake up for school soon anyways. I heard the door open, guessing it was one of the butlers, and heard someone cough. Yup, definitely one of the butlers. He sighed and closed the door and I heard footsteps walking to the elevator to probably go downstairs to the great room and kitchen.

I pulled out my communicator and unlocked it with my fingerprint. I looked at all the text messages on my phone and stopped at Tracy. She was this girl I'd met at school and she was pretty awesome. Never met anyone so brave and determined. I guess you can say she captured my eye, but I wasn't quite like that. In fact I couldn't quite sum up and explanation.

Anyways, I ended up putting the communicator down and going to the elevator to go downstairs for breakfast.

Ah. Breakfast. The second best meal of the day, beat by dinner of course. The chefs made excellent food. Compared to some of my friends chefs, I thought ours were the best in Havoc!

"Good morning Master Kozak," one of the kitchen butlers greeted me as I walked in.

"Morning," I replied and walked to the chef.

"Hey chef! Nice to see you! What's for breakfast this morning?" I asked and smiled.

The chef looked at me with a look I couldn't decipher. He looked like he was trying to move his face to look optimistic but still had a hint of either anger or annoyance.

"Omelets with eggs from the farms out west with bacon and freshly picked berries," he replied plainly.

"Fantastic! I'll wait at the table for that," I responded and walked to the kitchen table and sat at my spot.

I heard a tired groan and saw my brother sit in his chair and lay his face on the table.

"You tired Tristan?" I said with amusement and tried to not laugh

My older brother glared at me and sat up.

"If you had to put up with as much school work as me, you'd be tired to. Thank goodness it's almost the weekend," Tristan sighed.

"Why didn't you sleep in?" I asked.

"Because I wanted breakfast to be warm and fresh and not cold like it always is," he replied.

I shrugged and Tristan sighed. Tristan was two years older then me and had the responsibility of taking over the family company. But it was odd, other kids took over when they turned 18. Tristan was 19. Maybe or parents were waiting longer but I didn't know. Or care really.

I heard footsteps behind me and saw my parents come and sit down at the table. My mother had elegant blonde hair and deep ocean blue eyes. My father had older grayer hair and softer blue eyes. Both were very strict and pushed me and Tristan to our limits, but they were only preparing us for the future I guess. Good parenting skills? I don't know and don't think I ever will.

The food was delivered by two of the butlers and I started to eat.

"Tristan. Take your breakfast to your room please. Your father and I need to talk to your brother," my mother addressed him and Tristan quickly took his meal to the elevator and was gone.

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