Sasha woke up to a quiet house, as the sun hit her face. At first, she just stayed in bed looking at her glow in the dark drawings, of her visions, on the roof. Sasha sighed. "Today's the day that it all changes." She said to the empty room. Sasha soon got ready for her day. She was sitting at the table eating breakfast when her phone started to ring.

"Hey Sam," Sasha said after looking at the contact. "Hey, Sasha! I Hope that I didn't wake you up." Sasha's best friend Sam Wickity said with amusement in his voice from his pun. Sasha rolled her eyes. "What's up, Sam?" Sasha asked pretending not to know. "Really Sasha? You know that today is the day I get my car-" Sasha cut Sam off, "- If you get your final A. Yes I know that why did you call?" She sighed again. "Eh, Dad wanted to know if you were coming with us this afternoon if I get my A," Sam said. Sasha laughed, "And miss your big moment? Pit no. Gods Sam, you know me better than that!" Sam laughed quietly. "Ok Hope, I'll see you at school. In ten right?" "Yep," Sasha chirped. "See ya then, Sam." She said finishing the call. Sasha sighed and looked out the window at the Witwicky household next door. "There's no going back." She muttered quietly to herself as she turned away to get ready. " No more going back." She muttered again.

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"Your up Mr Witwicky" the history teacher called as Sam went up to the front of the class. Sasha sighed. She knew what her friend was going to do even if she hated it. "Sorry I've got a lot of stuff," Sam said after he dumped all his stuff on the desk. The class laughed at him causing Sasha to sigh again. "For my family-" Sam starts when a rubber band hits him causing him to stop. "Ok, who did that? Responsibility People!" Mr Grumpsalot shouted.

Sasha twirled her finger in the air, like a mini tornado. She made a small storm and made it rain a bit on Trent. "What, the?" Trent said confused as more water drops fell on him. Sasha quickly stopped it when Trent started to look her way. When the bully's gaze went somewhere else she giggled softly to herself before watching Sam again.

"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 continued, "So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth-century seamen."

"And here's where it all turns to scrap," Sasha murmured rolling her eyes as she twirled her pen like P- he used to do."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." Sam said making the class laugh "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." Sasha sighed and quickly got out her phone and started to read a new book she had found recently 'Adventures, by AlphaoftheMoonRelm'. (Good book, Friend recommended it. Go read it!)

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr Witwicky, this isn't a show and sell. It's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." Mr Hosney said. "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 quickly said making most people laugh, Sasha included. "Sam!" Mr Hosney yelled. "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." Sam finished as the bell rang. "Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight." Mr Hosney called out as the students started to leave.

"Here, you want? Here, fifty. Forty? Thirty?" Sam said holding out the glasses. Sasha sighed, "Sam no-one's gonna buy them," She said to Sam as she left the classroom. She knew Sam could handle himself for this. She took a deep breath once she has escaped the torturous hallways. Sasha saw Ron in his green car waiting. "Hey, Mr Witwicky" Sasha called while getting in the back seat of the car.

"Hey Hope, Sam getting his grade?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow. Sasha smiled, "Yep. How much you wanna bet he gets an A?" Sasha asked with a smirk. Ron rolled his eyes and said, "$20 bucks says that he gets a B." Sasha smiled at that. "$20 bucks says that he gets an A-" she giggled at Ron's face. "You're on!" Ron said as Sam came out of the school with a paper.

"You got it?" Ron asked. "An A! Well an A- but it's still an A," Sam said excitedly. That made Sasha smirk, "Pay up Ron." She said holding her hand out. "Fine," Ron grumbled getting his wallet out and handing her the note. "Wait you guys bet on me? Meanies." Sam fumed. Sasha laughed. "He thought you would get a B and I thought you would get an A-. Thanks, Sammy!" Sam frowned, "Why'd you guess that I'd get an A- wouldn't it have been easier to go for just an A?" "Just lucky I guess," Sasha said with a shrug. Which put that conversation on hold.

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Mr Witwicky drove them up to a Porsche dealership. "I've got a surprise for you son," Ron said. Sasha hid her smile. "What kind of... No, no, no, no. Dad! You've got to be kidding me!" Sam said excitedly. Sasha burst into laughter as Ron said, "Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Laughing the two watched as Sam got disappointed making them laugh harder.

"It's not funny guys" Sam complained. "Yeah, it's not funny. It's fragging hilarious."Sasha giggled. Sam frowned "How do you even find these curse words? I've never heard them before you started to say them!" Sam said throwing his hands up. Sasha giggled. "The words are from one of my foster families." She shrugged with a big grin which made Sam roll his eyes.

Mr Witwicky drove the car into Bolivias' Auto Sales. (Is that what it's called?). Sasha saw a glimpse of a yellow Chevrolet Camaro come behind them and smiled. Ron parked the car and they all got out. Sam started to complain loudly to his father, "Look, dad, you see this? This is a seventy-year-old virgin and this over here is a fifty-year-old virgin." This made Sasha sigh once again. She couldn't wait for the 'Fun' to start.

"I'm going to have a look around," Sasha called over to the men who were bickering. She was ignored. Sasha made her way around the rubbish cars, pretending to look at them when she got to the yellow with black stripes, Chevrolet Camaro. "Well hello handsome," Sasha said trying to keep up the act. Sasha dragged her hand over the hood of the car, ignoring the shudders that it made.

Sasha got into the driver's seat and took a look around inside. "Hey, Sammy! Come and check this car out!" She yelled sticking her head out of the car. "Hey, Hope- Woah how'd you find this one?" Sam asked running over. "He's like a Bumblebee isn't he Sam? Ya know with the colours." Sasha said biting her lip to keep from laughing as the car suddenly seemed to stiffen.

"This ain't bad. This one's got racing stripes." Sam said to the car dealer. "Yeah. It got racing- Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!" Bolivia shouted making Sasha snigger, "We know why, right Mr Bee?" She smirked at the wheel before turning to Sam. "You have to get Mr Bee here Sam." She said with a smile. "Naming it already Hope?" Sam replied with a smirk. "Ya know me so well Mr Witwicky," Sasha said making them both laugh.

"How much for the car?" Mr Witwicky Sinor asked. "Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." Bolivia started before Sasha snorted, "Oh you pit spawned fragger." She muttered under her breath, the car seemed to freeze again, "Hey Ron, I'll go $1000 for it if you pay the other 4?" Sasha offered, getting a smile from Sam and an almost silent sigh of relief from the car, that none of the men seemed to hear. Ron nodded, "I'll go 4, with Hope going 1, so you get your 5, Mr Bolivia." Ron said making Sasha smile, "Thank you, Ron, I put the money in your account. May we please go now?" She asked. "Sure meet you back at the house." He said before turning back to the salesman.

"Come on Sam!" Sasha said getting into the passenger seat while Sam got in the drivers. Sam started the car and they were off!

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And that's chapter one done people! Like it? Don't like it? Please comment your feedback!
I got really pumped writing this. I'm currently working on the second chapter. I didn't even know that this chapter was just over 1500 words!

Question of the Chapter: What's your favourite colour?
Lame? Yeah, I know. Mine's purple. A really dark purple. I know that most of the time it's shown for the bad people (Dark Energon, e.t.c) but why can't it be for the good?

Edit: I'm sorry for taking this book down, but I was re-reading it and looking at my plans for the story for the future movies and some parts didn't work out. Please forgive me!

- Sasha_Hope signing out!