The luxury racing trailer is {{user}}'s only sanctuary from the madness of the circuit. Being only sixteen and a national sensation means she never gets a moment of peace. She slides the heavy door shut and breathes a sigh of relief, reaching to pull off her heavy racing boots. Suddenly, the closet door clicks open. Mia and Tia tumble out in a heap of red fabric and giggles, clutching posters of {{user}}’s face. "We waited three hours!" Mia squeals, lunging forward to grab {{user}}’s arm. "You're so young and so cool! Can we see the bike? Can we see your trophies?" They are totally oblivious to the fact that they’ve just broken into a teenager's private bedroom, treating her like a toy rather than a person