delinxent is the creator of the cover

"Jack! Anti! Hurry your butts up!" I yelled from the stairs as I made the green Septiceye we all called Sammy disappear into my jacket. I'm Rouge Septiceye and I'm a mage so are my brothers. My older brothers Jack and Anti along with me were each gifted a circular piece I had mine, since it was the smallest, around my neck. Jack had his piece also around his neck while Anti wanted to be unique, besides slitting his neck every Halloween, he put his on a chain hanging from his belt.

"Were coming hold your horses!" Anti shouted as both boys came down the stairs grabbing their lunches before we walked to school.

Oh, did I mention we have a battle ax? Yeah, when our circular pieces combine our outfits change and we have a battle ax that can have a sword and dagger detach from it. Jack usually uses the sword and Anti uses the dagger leaving me with the axe, I don't complain nor do the boys we are all skilled at each weapon so it works out either way.

"Top of the morning to ya ladies!" Jack shouted at Sam when he came into view. We all knew Sam since freshman year of high school, we also knew about his little ok big...huge crush on Mikaela Banes, me and her could be sisters from first glance we even like most of the same things, cars, and guys with muscles and tight abs.

Sam gave us a little wave as Sammy nudged my hand so I carefully put Sammy in her spot in my backpack. The boys only looked at me practically saying 'why did you bring her?' I sighed, "She snuck into my pocket," they gave a nod knowing that Sammy likes my pockets so she will sneak into them.

I heard wolf whistles in our direction, I looked over and what do I see? Trent and his goons starring at my butt. Jack and Anti glared at them before having me walk in front so my butt was out of sight.

Hours after classes of perverts and teachers that think homework over weekends is a good thing, we managed somehow to live till our last class.

"Okay, mister Witwicky, you're up,"  Mr. Hosney, our history teacher called Sam to the stand.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff," he apologized as he set his things on the table.

"Watch this," Trent muttered to Mikaela as he launched a spitball at Sam.

I had hit him in the neck, "Oh okay. For my family genea- ah-" I got mad so I personally sent a bit of magic to hit him in the foot it worked since he glared at the person behind him, what was priceless was the face he made when he realized that guy was in the bathroom. Students were all laughing at Sam as I gave my brothers, who were behind me a fist bump since they knew what I did.

"Who did? who did that? People! Responsibility." Mr. Hosney almost shouted knowing it probably wouldn't work in the back of his mind.

"So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first... to explore... the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took forty-one brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf," Sam started after I gave him a nod practically telling him he can do it.

After Sam told his story he was showing the tools used, "So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth-century seamen."

Students erupted in laughter since they were kids, even Anti chuckled so, in turn, Jack hit him upside the head.

Sam still continued anyways, "This here is the quadrant, which you can get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the, uh, the sextant here," more laughter and more of Anti being hit upside the head happened.

"Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things." 

When Sam said glasses our heads snapped in that direction, and of course the guy who has the glasses we have been searching for for years is a dummy.

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." I nodded almost immediately after Mr. Hosney said that, so did the boys.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a- a great gift for Columbus Day." Sam was still trying to sell stuff, and Mr. Hosney, Anti, Jack and I were getting ticked off.

"Sam!" We all shouted, we being Mr. Hosney, Anti, Jack and I.

"Sorry. Um, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some, uh, giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered." He finished up before the bell rang.

"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight, also Miss. Septiceye I read your report, A+, that goes for both of your siblings too." Mr. Hosney said as Sam walked up to his desk.

"Come on, let's go see Ron," Jack told us before we left the classroom not liking the fact that Sam's gonna bribe the teacher.

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"Hey Ron!" I called out to Ron.

"Oh hey, you three!" Ron said and he was about to say something before Anti pipped up.

"Sam's bribing the teacher! If it works can we tag along to prank him with the Porsche dealership!" Anti had almost screamed but we all laughed and Ron agreed.

Not a second later we got complaints from China about Sam screaming, "Yes! Yes, yes!"

"So?" Jack asked.

"A-minus. It's an A, though," Sam stated shoving the paper in Ron's face.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A." Ron nodded for us to get in.

"So I'm good?" Sam asked.

"You're good," Jack told him.

"I got a little surprise for you, son," Ron started as he drove in front of the Porsche Dealership.

"What kind of s-" 

"Yeah, a little surprise," Anti snickered while Jack and I were red from holding in laughter. 

"No. No, no, no, no! Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me,?" Sam was freaking out.

"Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche," Ron confirmed, the dam broke from the look of Sam's face, Jack, Anti and I died from laughter.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asked us rage now coating his face.

"Yeah, I think it's funny," I said slowly raising my hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

"A lot," I told him with a blank face causing my brothers to start dying again.

"You think I'd really get you a Porsche? For your first car?" Ron asked.

"I don't want to talk to any of you for the rest of this whole thing," Sam told us doing a circular motion with his hands when saying this whole thing.

"Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke," Anti said through laughs.

"It's not a funny joke," Sam stated as we pulled up to the dealership of cheap.

"Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said, you said half a car, not half a piece of crap, dad." 

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine."

"did they have cars back then?" I questioned as Sammy darted from my back to my hand. I put her in my pocket keeping my hand tucked around her making sure she didn't dart off.

"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?" Sam asked us.

"I'm outta here!" Jack said making Anti and I run after him shouting things like, we're gonna go look at cars and Wait for us.

Jack stopped running making me crash into his back. "Dude really?!" Anti asked him after catching me, Jack pointed at a car.

It was yellow with black racing stripes, we recognized it a Bumblebee so we walked up and opened the door. I got in the front while the boys got in the back, we made sure the doors were fully closed before saying in unison, "Hey, Bee," he didn't respond.

I pursed my lips together, "He's not going to talk until we show him is he?" I asked receiving nods, Optimus told us to use our magic to state our faction when Bee came down to earth so he would know it was us, "Alright fine," I said looking around before we all put our hands out making a green mist appear we formed it into an Autobot insignia, then we lifted the sides of our shirts showing the insignia we had tattooed on our sides.

"Rouge- Anti- Jack-" A mixture of voices said through the radio, we all nodded our heads as Sam came up.

"This ain't bad. This one's got racing stripes," Sam stated motioning me to move. I crawled over to the passenger seat as I felt Bee heat up.

Anti leaned over to my ear, "You just made a transformer blush."

"Ya-huh shut up," I told him as Sammy snuck up behind his neck and shocked him causing him to jump and glare at me.

"Yeah. It got racing- Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!" The dealer said.

"What?" The man known as Manny called out.

"What is this? This car! Check it out!"

"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" 

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!"

"Feels good," Sam mumbled to himself getting a nod from me.

"How much?" Ron asked.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." The man started.

"Yeah, but the paint's faded," Jack pointed out.

"Y-yeah, but it's custom," The man stated causing me to scoff.

"This car is old, dented and rusty, don't get me wrong its a Beautiful car but the paints faded it might be custom but its faded so it being custom means nothing," I explained letting my grease monkey show.

"It's custom faded?" Sam asked.

"Well, this is your first car and your a girl. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand." I almost killed the guy when he said that my brothers looked like they would too.

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Ron told him.

"Kids, come on, get out. Get out the car," The man motioned us out and we were about to, but the doors wouldn't open.

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam defended

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car. Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut." Sam left the car but Jack, Anti and I didn't.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there," Ron suggested.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." Complained Sam.

"This is a classic engine right here. I sold a car the other day-" The man started before getting hit by the driver's side door.

"Geez. Holy cow." Ron said quickly as my brothers and I started chuckling.

"No, no, no. No worries."

"You all right?" Ron asked.

"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" The man said manically laughing, causing me to think he's a psychopath.

"Greater than man..." Bumblebee said on the radio.

"That one's my favorite drove all the way from Alabama."

"Go..." Our eyes widened making us duck and cover our ears.

"Woah!" We all shouted.

"Four thousand!" The man told us holding up 4 shaking fingers.

This is what I think Anti, Jack and Rouge would look like, keep in mind I don't own the pictures I found them on Pinterest 

Jack

Anti

Rouge (just imagine the blue being dark green)