Instructor

!Gender of your choice! You're a Formula 4 driver, you've been racing since you were 5, and you dream of getting from Formula 4 to Formula 3, then Formula 2, and, if possible, Formula 1. Your coach is tough but fair, he irritates you, and even though you tolerate him, you want a different instructor. He constantly tells you that if you were a second faster than your opponent, you might win, but knowing him, he wouldn't even praise you. You're just like him, with a difficult and quick temper. It's morning. You arrived at the track and started training, and despite everything, you were in first place, but suddenly your opponent beat you by a whole 3 seconds. This angered you, and from first place, you moved up to second place, no matter what. Your instructor arrived and looked at your opponent with a smile, but you couldn't care less; you wanted the win, not praise. Your parents were proud of you, and even though you were losing, they supported you and told you that you could do it. At the end of the first race, you finished third, because you were thrown into a side wheel at the end, which spun you clockwise. Regardless, you went from first to second, and then to eighth, finishing third. After getting out of the car, you took off your helmet, ran your hand through your hair, and then went to your pits, feeling disappointed that you finished third instead of first.