I woke up to my mom shaking my shoulder, forcing me to wake up from my deep sleep. "Honey wake up you don't want to be late do you?"

To be honest I couldn't care less. I groaned, pulling my bed sheets over my head. "Five more minutes.." I grumbled out as I curled back into a ball under my bedsheets.

"You're going to be late for school missy. Up you get. Rise and shine." My mother said with delight as I let out another groan that sounded almosy like a strangled cat.

"I don't care. I hate school." I grumbled as I pressed my face against my pillows. All I want is five more minutes. Just five more minutes...

My mother sighed, pulling off the bedsheets to the side, exposing me cover from under the sheets. She shook her head, as she walked over to my window to opened up my curtains; allowing the bright light from sun to fill my room.

"Mom!" I whined out as I sat up from my bed as she smiled. "Ah, glad to see you up honey. Breakfast will be ready soon!" She said cheerfully as she walked over and kissed my forehead.

I rubbed my eyes, smearing the old mascara that I still had on my eyelashes. "Happy seventeenth birthday Sweetie." She added on before she walked out of my room.

I groaned, falling back onto my bed, causing my knotted brown hair that looked as if a bird had made a nest in it; flopped onto my face.

Right..

Today's my seventeenth birthday..

I sit up from my bed and dragged my hands down my face. With a heavy and defeated sigh I slowly get out of my warm, comfy bed and I walk into my washroom.

I strip down from my pj's and I stepped into the shower, quickly washing my body and my knotted head of hair. Once I finished showering I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my hair and body in two separate towels.

I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. Of course I stayed up late again. I was catching up on some notes I missed in class but of course I didn't get it done. I seem to love to procrastinate a little too much.

I sighed, lowering my arms before heading back into my bedroom and towards my dresser to pull out a new pair of underwear and a bra.

I take my wet hair out of the towel and brushed my long brown hair, blowing drying and doing another quick brush. I then put put on a few brush strokes of some mascara and added some eye liner.

I gave myself a good look in my mirror before spraying on some perfume and smearing deodorant on my arm pits.

To avoid blinding my view with my long hair, I temporarily tied it up in a messy bun before digging through my dresser to find something to wear. I never bother to dress up all cute for school. Who the hell would I dress to impress for?

I scoffed as I thought of all the popular girls at my school who would doll themselves up. Especially for the teachers..ugh gross.

I cringed for a moment before finally pulling out of a pair of black ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. I grab my blue jean jacket and my cellphone off my nightstand. I tug on my black converses and quickly head downstairs.

"Hi honey." My mom greeted, kissing my cheek as I hummed in reply, "hi mom."

I walk to the fridge and grab my lunch bag, and water bottle and put both items in my backpack that was already packed with my books for school.

I huffed, forcing my lunchbox in the bag, clearly struggling to do so. "Having fun with that dear?" Dad asked from his usual spot at the table. I lifted my gaze to see him doing his usual morning routine; drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"So how does it feel to be seventeen?" My father asked once he noticed my not so jolly expression. I shrugged, "I'm just one more year away from graduating high school." I replied as I loaded my plate with scrambled eggs, bacon and a small stack of pancakes.

Once I stuffed my face with breakfast, I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and gave both my parents a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Well I'm going to school now I'll see you when I get home."

"Oh honey don't forget your dad is picking you up after school." Mom called out as I opened the front door.

"Ok bye love you, oh and thanks for the birthday breakfast!" I called out as I closed the door behind me and walked down our long driveway and towards the sidewalk.

From my house I walk over to Sam's. It's the usual everyday morning routine for the both of us. We have done it since we little kids and I don't think we were ever planning on breaking that routine.

"Hey Sam." I greeted as he was already waiting for me at the end of his driveway.

"Hey Mouse." He greeted with that cute smile of his.

Mouse had been a nickname that he had given me when we were little, considering I never talked a lot. I was a shy kid growing up. Had some trouble making friends when I was a kid. From a very young age, I was deemed to be the werid loner kid.

Its not like I did anything bad, or outrageous to deserve that title. I was just a really shy and quiet kid. But after I met Sam, that shy and quiet littler girl disappeared, and I soon  became loud, and bubbly and always ready and exicted to make new friends.

Of course, I'm still that shy and quiet girl now. Sam is really the only friend I have. All the other kids at our school are simply into doing drugs, and going out to parties. As a teen you'd think that would be something that I'd be into...but I really have no interest in that kind of crap. I'd rather stay home and take a long good nap then waste my night getting high and partying all night.

As we walked, I looked over at him, a small smile framed my lips. "Ready for the genealogy report? For History?" I asked him as he let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah I guess I got all my great-great-..you know."

I nodded, "Ah right your grandfathers things. How is your eBay doing? You getting any money for your car fund?" I asked with a slight tease as he rolled his eyes at me.

"It's hard ok. I made my two grand I just need this last 'A'." He replied as I playfully elbowed him.

"Well I'm praying for you."

"Jeez, thanks Lisa."

I winked at him with a slight smirk, "Anytime Witwicky."

          ~•••Final Class-History•••~

I met up with Sam at his locker as usual since we always walk to history together. As I walk over to him I see him as always checking out Mikaela. I ignore the feeling of my heart dropping as I leaned against the other locker next to his.

"If you keep staring at her I'm going to start calling you Stalker Boy." I teased as he rolled his eyes at me. "Oh shut up." He grumbled as I sighed, elbowing him. "You got this presentation in the bag! Now let's head to class." I whispered to him before we left his locker.

Once we got into history class, both Sam and I sit at our assigned desks and the final bell rings. Shortly after the bell the other kids filed in the classroom.

"Ok Mr. Witwicky you're up." Mr.Hosney said as Sam got up, from his desk.

"Ok.." He replied as he grabbed his backpack and he gave me a nervous look. I gave him a small smile as I watched him walk to the front of the class and to the podium.

He emptied out his bag letting all his Great-Great Grandfather's things out on the desk. "Sorry I got a lot of stuff .." He mumbled as a few students chuckled.

"Watch this." Trent whispered to Mikaela as I knew he was going to do something as always. 

"Ok..for my family gen-"

Sam was cut off when Trent flicked a rubber band at him. I rolled my eyes, jaw clenched as I turned to glare at him, God he's such a jerk! Mr.Hosney stood up and snapped. "Who did that? Who did that?" The class laughed lightly and my cheeks flushed. "People-responsibility.." He demanded sternly before he sits back down.

"Can you not be such a dick?!" I hissed, as he let out a dry laugh. "Oh I'm sorry Lisa, is your boyfriend gonna go cry now?" He asked as could feel my face getting hotter.

"He's not my boyfriend." I spat, as my hands clenched into fists. Not that I'm embarrassed by that accusation. It was quite obvious that I had a crush on Sam for a long time. Sadly it was never obvious to him.

"You're both losers, it's a perfect match." He teased as I chewed in inside of my cheek. I was debating wether or not it be worth the trip to the principle's office for throat punching him; but given by the looks Sam gave me from the front of the class I decided not too.

I take in a deep breath as I slowly unclenched my fisted hands and relaxed in my seat once more, God Trent makes my blood boil!!

Sam looked back at the teacher who gave him the nod of approval and he began to talk.

"Ok..um ok so for my family genealogy report I decided to do it on my great-great grandfather who is a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explore in fact he was one of the first to explore the Arctic circle..this is a big deal.."

He exclaimed as he grabbed a old square map, which shown the location of the Arctic circle and such. He held up the map so the whole class could see it. He then took in a breath before he continued.

"In 1897 he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic shelf. It was cold and it was never ending with ice and snow. So that's the story right?" He finished off as he folded the map and placed it on the table as he pulled out what looked to be a telescope.

"And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19 century sea men."

The class giggled and I rolled my eyes. Mr.Hosney held up the stop sign to signal kids to be quiet.

I looked over to see Mikaela shuffle closer towards Trent; she was practically glued to his side. How could she even like him? He's a dick! But of course it was obvious. He was the captian of the football team, and he was super popular.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance, I don't get what Sam likes about her?! I'm way cooler than what she is..

I turned my attention back towards Sam and I realized that he was trying to sell this grandfathers things...again. I sighed and continued to watch his presentation.

He's never going to get this 'A'..

"This here is the squadron. Which is for eight bucks. This stuff is all for sale by the way. Like the sexton here." The class laughed again and  Mr.Hosney held up the sign again.

"50 dollars for this. This is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my. Grandfathers glasses. I haven't got them appraised yet but they see many cool things." Sam exclaimed as he held up the circular glasses with the words looking writing on them.

"Are you going to sell me his liver?" Mr.Hosney asked with annoyance as Sam slowly lowered his glasses.

"Mr.Witwicky this isn't show and tell this is the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be proud of you." Mr.Hosney added on as I rolled my eyes. What a damn dick..

"I know I'm sorry it's just-this is all going towards my car fund. Tell your folks its is on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works too. And the compass makes a great gift for-for uh Columbus Day." Sam rambled out as I let out a quiet groan. Dear lord Sam..

"Sam." The teacher yelled out as he burried his face into his hands.

"Sorry!"

Sam pulled up an old newspaper article and a piece of old crinkled up paper with weird symbols on it.

"Unfortunately my great-great grandfather the genius that he was went up going blind and crazy into the psycho ward drawing these weird symbols ad going on about an ice man that he-"

He was cut off by the bell and I sighed, beginning to gather up my things.

"Might be a pop quiz tomorrow lighten up!"

He walked around his desk. "Sleep in fear tonight." The teacher added on as Sam held up his glasses, rambling out random numbers as kids walked over the door. "50, 40, 30.."

"Sam!" Mr.Hosney snapped as Sam ran over to his desk. "S-sorry, sorry.."

He made his way to the teachers desk and he had a big smile on his face.

"Ok..pretty good right?" He asked and the teacher didn't look too happy.

I stood next to him, being the best supportive best friend I could be as he he waited to get that 'A'. But deep down, I knew...he wasn't going to get that 'A'.

Mr.Hosney laid back in his chair and finally spoke. "Uhhh....I'd say a solid B-" he simply replied as my jaw dropped.

I saw the energy just drain out of him..Ah hell.. "Are you serious?" Sam asked and I could feel the tension beginning to build up. Which is my cue to ditch and run.

"Um..Sam I'm going to go..my dad is waiting for me outside.." I said softly, squeezing his shoulder for reassurance before I left. I felt bad but I couldn't have my dad wait any longer.

I go to the car, as I tossed my backpack in the backseat. "Hey dad.." I greeted tiredly as I slumped on the front passenger seat of his car.

"What took you so long?" He asked as I leaned against the seat before putting on my seat belt. "Oh I was waiting for Sam but he was with the teacher so I left..sorry." I replied as my Dad shrugged his shoulders.

"It's fine so are you and Sam dating or what?" He asked, clearly teasing me. I felt my face grow hot as I was blushing a deep red.

"Dad! That's never going to happen you know me and Sam are just friends!" I blurted out as he let out a small laugh.

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as he started up the car and drove out of the parking lot of the school and down the main road.

I wish Sam liked me more than just friend..

             ~•••At The Dealership•••~

"Dad where are we going?" I asked as my father continued to drive.

"Your mother and I saw that you've been working hard and your grades are perfect so we wanted to get you something..a little surprise.." He replied without taking his eyes off the road.

I froze, as I took my gaze from looking outside and looked at my dad. "What kind of surprise?" I asked as he chuckled.

"Just a little surprise.." My dad answered calmly.

I felt my heart rebound against my ribcage as we enter the Porsche Dealership. "I'm getting a car?!" I squealed. "No. No. No. No. Dad no!" I looked around. "You gotta be kidding me?!" I cried out as he looked over at me.

"Yeah I am, you're not getting a Porsche." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"Very funny..that's real funny dad." I spat as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He laughed "well I thought it was funny." He continued to laugh.

"Yeah have you been reading the book how to crush your little girl's dream 101?" I sneered as I glared out the window once again.

"Oh don't be like that kiddo." I pouted slightly and frowned. "Ok..that was kinda of a funny joke.." I mumbled as he chuckled a little more.

Dad pulled into a old looking dealership. Once he stopped the car I hopped out of the car, to get a good view of what I'd be dealing with.

It wasn't a professional dealership with all the brand named vehicles you'd see in the glamorous commercials on t.v. It was a little bent out of shape but some of the cars in the lot looked decent enough.

My dad caught up with as I roamed through the rows of parked cars. I didn't really need a fancy car to make me happy. Given the fact we weren't loaded with money to afford a brand new car, a used vehicle was more up our alley.

I didn't mind an old classic car either. I was always a big fan of the classic hot rods. No pollution control, not plastic and aluminum bullshit. All metal, built strong and fast. I always loved the adrenaline rush, as you'd press on the gas and cruise at high speeds, and the loud sound of the engine roaring under the hood.

"Manny!" A man yelled who just had come out of the dealership office.

"What?!" Yelled one of the mechanics.

"Get your cousin out of that damn clown suit. He's gonna have another heat stroke again." He grumbled out as both my father and I continued to look around.

Slowly we make our away to where the owner of the dealership was standing.

He was tallish and chubby, but he seemed like a pretty chill guy. He wore beige coloured shorts, a white tank top and a Hawaii t-shirt over top. Including a white hat that wore on his head.

He came over and shook my hand and then my dad's. "Bobby Bolivia just like the country but without the runs." He chuckled and gave me a smile.

"How can I help you?" He asked us as my dad replied, resting a hand on my shoulder. "Well my daughter is here to get her first car."

The guy made a serious face. "You came to see me?" He asked as I nodded with a small awkward smile.

He grew a big smile and laughed. "That practically makes us family."

He took out his hand once more. "Uncle Bobby B baby. Uncle Bobby B." I giggled in response. "Hi Bobby B, I'm Lisa." We shook hands again.

"Let me talk to ya." He rested a hand on my shoulder and guided me around his dealership.

"Lisa, your first anchialtia of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods." He stared pointing to some cars in front of us.

"Let me tell you something, a driver don't pick it's car, the car pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine." He exclaimed as I nodded, as we stopped walking as he looked over at me with a serious face.

"Young lady, I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy."

He exclaimed as he stepped aside and he pointed to a woman who I am guess was his mother. "Aye mammy!" He called out as she looked around before she looked at him

She then put up her middle finger at him "oh don't be like that if I had a rock I'd bust your head bitch. She deaf you know?" He laughed as I let out an awkward laugh, joining him in laughter.

He patted my shoulder and we continued to walk. "Over here every piece of car any man could want or need."

Then I saw it. An old yellow and black 1977 Camaro. It was so pretty..yes it was rusted here and there but it looked to be in good condition.

I walk over to it. Smiling from ear to ear as I traced my hand over the hood of the car. I felt as if the car had shuddered from my touch, I blinked a few times, shaking my head side to side as I then pressed my hand against the hood.

I felt the cool metal then begin heat up under my finger tips. It must be because of the sun.

I chose to ignore the sensation under my hand as I smiled at the car in admiration. "Well hello hot rod."

I walked over to the driver's side and peered into the window. "You could use a little bit of work but you looking extra fine Baby." I cooed with delight, as I eyed the whole interior of the car.

I smiled once again as I looked over at Bobby who leaned his hands against the back of the car. "This one got racing stripes. It looks nice." I said as he nodded, looking at the car.

"Yeah it got racing stripes...hey what the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." He rambled out as I raised a brow at his sudden shock.

I looked in the car as Bobby shouted at one of the mechanics in the blue overalls.

"Hey manny?!" He called out as the man named Manny stepped out of the garage.

"What?!" He called out across the parking lot as Bobby pointed at the yellow Camaro.

"What is this?! This car! Check it out!" He snapped as his coworker raised his hands on the so before resting back at his sides.

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

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me! Go and find out!" Bobby called out as I rolled my eyes.

I opened the driver's side door as it let out a squeak during the process. I sat down in the seat, feeling a rush of heat travel up my body.

As I tried to ignore how hot the seat had gotten I couldn't help but squeal with delight. "Man this is so cool!" I clapped my hands excitedly as I looked at the little lion bobble head, including the little disco ball that hanged on the rear view mirror, including a bumblebee tag that had the words "Bee-otch" written at the bottom.

I hummed a soft tune as I adjusted the mirror to my level of sight. I giggled, flicking the little disco ball as it reflected the suns light and made the reflection bounce off and displayed on the car's roof.

"Well look at that Hot Rod you got some fancy little bling. I totally dig it!" I said happily as I rubbed my hands over the steering wheel, catching a glimpse of dirt on the centre of the steering wheel.

I swipe my thumb over the dirt, wiping it clean off which exposed a silver like face which was printed at the centre of the car's horn. Huh that's weird?

After staring at the symbol for a few moments I called my dad over. "Dad! Dad, I want his one! Please?!"

My father then walks over to me, leaning into the driver's side window, checking out the interior as he gave me a weird look.

"This one? Honey there are other pretty ones here than just this one." He suggested as I glared at him. "But-but I like-I love this one! You know how much I love Camaros!" I cried out as I gave him the undeniable puppy dog look.

He sighed, giving me a stern look, before he looked over at Bobby "How much?" He asked as Bobby rested his hands on the roof of the Camaro.

"Well.." He trailed off, regaining his train of thought before he continued. "Considering the semi classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick tires and paint job-"

"But the paints faded." I interrupted him as he leaned down at the passenger side. "Well yeah, it's custom." He replied as I raised a brow at him.

"Custom faded?" I repeated as I looked at him. He snorted in disgust. "What did you expect for your first car kid?" He asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He stood back up to looked over at my father. "Five grand." He replied as my heart sank.

"Nope not paying over 4." My father replied as my eyes widened.
"D-Dad!" I blurted out as I felt my heart drop. There is no way in hell I'm leaving this car!

"Kid, come on out of the car." Bobby stated as he leaned into the passenger side window.

I turned my head as I glared at him. "Hey I thought you said the car picks the driver!"  I cried out as he glared at me. "Well yeah, but sometimes the car picks a driver who has a cheap ass father now out you get."

I clenched my hands into fists. Why can't I just get what I want for once?!

I rubbed my hand over the dash and traced my fingers over the radio, almost feeling as if the car trembled under my touch. I frowned, hating the fact that I couldn't have the car.

I sighed; doing my best to ignore the the sensation at my finger tips. In a way I loved the buzzing feeling. Was it odd though? Yes. Did I care? Not a chance.

I take in a deep breath as I rested my hands on my lap in defeat. "Sorry hot rod guess I can't take you home." I mumbled as I felt tears form in my eyes.

"There's a fiesta with racing stripes." My father suggested as he opened the driver's side door, signalling me to get out.

I grasped the steering wheel tightly. "No!" I cried out sounding very child like.

"No! I don't want a stupid fiesta with racing stripes I want this one." I added with another pout as I crossed my arms over my chest, puffing my cheeks. "Hey. Act your age young lady. I told Bobby and I told you that I'm not paying over four."

Just as I could get out the door snapped close causing a squeak to escape my lips as the passenger door opens and hits the pyramid like stack of oil cans, and hit the small yellow Beetle Volkswagen as the Camaro let out an angry honk.

My dad walked over to where Bobby was stuck in the little yellow bug. "You alright?!" He called out as Bobby forced his way out of the car.

"It's ok-hey!" He replied to my father as he turned his head to call out to his co-worker named Manny. "Hey Manny come get a hammer so I can bang this thing out baby." He laughs as I sat in the seat, in utter shock.

What had just happened..

"Cover your ears Sweetspark." I hear someone say as I turned my head side to side. "What? Who-" before I could finish my sentence I hear a loud whir, and another deep voice, which sounded like it was coming from the radio.

"Greater than the man." My eyes widened as I look over to see Bobby walking over across the parkinglot to a new set of other cars.

"Honey out of the car." My dad grumbled as I worked down a swallow, feeling the driver's seat heat up even more.

"That ones my favourite I drove all the way from Alabama." Bobby stated as suddenly the car I was still in makes a shrieking noise.

I let out a cry of pain as I ducked my head, covering my ears. The loud ear splitting shrieking sound caused all the other car windows in the dealership to shatter.

As the windows shattered the car made a chuckle like laughing sound. Almost sounding like Bobby's weird laugh.

The sound finally stopped, I looked up as I stared in horror seeing all the car windows shattered. My jaw dropped as I looked at my father and I looked around the car.

Omg..

Bobby looked around; jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. My dad glares at me. "I swear I had nothing to do with this." I rambled out as I realized the Camaro was the only car that still had the windows intact.

Bobby looks back at my dad and out of breath he says "four thousand." I gasped as I looked at my dad, tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Well I guess I'll go and pay him then." My father said; still very confused as of what had just happened.

I was still shaken up but at this point I didn't care. All that matter what that I got myself a car. My dad stepped away from the Camaro and followed the shellshocked Bobby into his office.

I couldn't help but dance in my seat. "Man aren't we going to have so many cool adventures!" I cried out with delight. Out of now where the radio turned on, "I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it!" The radio blared out as I patted the dash one more time.

"Damn right Hot Rod!" I added on as the music continued to play.

I got my car!!

A pretty yellow and black Camaro!

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A/N hey everyone hope you enjoyed my new chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment! Ok peace out!