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"Radio"

Chapter 1- New Car

The day started like any other day, I'd get up go to school. Be bored out of my mind and ignore all the douche bags that try to make funny comments, which makes them feel all good and mighty about themselves and others (like me) feel bad for being who they are.

So here I am sat in my Favourite class History. (Notice the sarcasm). Trying hard not to fall asleep with the boredom.

I don't know how he does it but he does do one hell of job making our history lesson a lives terrible. I mean come on history is a great thing to learn about.

There's so much to learn about and learn from with history but he just ruins the whole thing, and who in their right minds give students so many exams and quizzes to revise for.

As well as doing other things for different subjects, yeh because we all have the time in the world to do that sort of things, because teenagers have no social life or anything.

I'm sat here bored out of my mind when Mr Honsey's draws me out from my thoughts.

"Do I have to say it again, why can't you all just pay attention, Oh Samuel Witwicky your up" Mr Boredom oh I mean Honsey yelled to us all.

I gave Sam a smile of reassurance, but knowing him he'd probably still mess up what he has to say about his genealogy report, or do something stupid like try and sell his great grandfathers stuff.

I watched as Sam fumbled about with all his stuff, making himself only look more of an idiot than he usual does, I see something shoot past my head and hit Sam in the neck. A Spit Ball.

I didn't even need to see who did it, to know who it was. I quickly shot Sam an apologetic look.

Before turning round in my chair. Rather loudly might I add. To look at the culprit, and who was the culprit you might ask. None other than Trent Demarco himself.

As I turned around I shot Trent a murderous look. Seeing him just shrink under my glare made me smirk. The boy may have balls but he surely doesn't know how to use em ( no induendo intended).

There was so many things I wanted to say and do to that boy. To make him realise he ain't as big and might as he likes to thing he is.

"Got Something to say, what was that I can't hear what you're saying. Oh wait you can't speak because you a Mute" Trent laughed

Did I not mention I'm a mute, I have no vocal chords meaning I can't speak? It's such a hard thing not to speak when there's so much you want to say.

You see Sam is my brother, his parents found me one day in the street and they adopted me, and I have always been protective of him since they day we meet.

Usually due to Sam's talent of attracting unwanted trouble, I usually end up doing something stupid, crazy or idiotic to get him out of the said trouble. Well that's what everyone says, I like to think of it as quick thinking.

I guess what I'm about to do proves the statement right.

I grab grabbed a pen and paper and wrote: Just Because I'm a mute doesn't mean I can't do this

I waited for him to read the note, which he did pretty quickly for someone with his simple brain. Before I dropped the note, pulled back my arm and punched him hard in the face.

I sat back down with a triumphant smirk on my face to see an angry Honsey and a shocked Sam. Honsey seemed to regain reality first and yelled at me to get out of his classroom.

Before I walked out of the door I turned to everyone in the class and gave a bow, before running out of the building.

I saw Ron sat in his green Porsche waiting for me and Sam. I climbed into the back and Ron gave me and quick glance.

"What have you done now Allie" Ron said

I put my hands on my chest and gave him a shocked look, which turned into an innocent look.

"What am I going to do with you" Ron laughed before pulling me into a hug.

Just as we were finishing our hug. A very excited Sam jumped into the car, and when I said jumped he literally jumped into the car.

"I did it, I got the A, it's a A- but its still an A" Sam shouted while shaking the paper infornt of Ron's face.

"Yet me see, Sam I can't see it when you keep moving it, Sam keep it still, play okay its an A" Ron said

I relaxed into the back seat and pulled out my phone and headphone. I scrolled through my songs till I found one and blasted in my ears.

I didn't know where we were until Ron stopped the car and we all got out. I saw a sign that read Bobby Boniva's Car Dealership and Petting Zoo.

My first thought was Ron you cheapo and then my second thought was WTF?

"You think this is funny, what what is this?" Sam Said

"You said a Car not Half a piece of crap, Dad" Sam said irritably

"At your age I would have been happy with four wheels and an engine" Ron simply replied

An African g American guy started heading our way, my first guess is that he's Bobby Bolivia. I'm not really one for introductions. So I left Sam and Ron to meet Bobby Bolivia while I went in search for the car that Sam and I will hopefully be taking home.

I walked around this junk yard trying to find the right car for Sam and I. All I could see was junk everywhere there wasn't a good car insight. I kept walking till something yellow caught my eye.

I turned to see a yellow, with black racing stripes 1977 Chevrolet Camaro, I walked up to the Camaro and trailed my fingers across the hood, the car shivered and I jerked my hand back from the car

I'm sure I am going crazy, that car did not just shiver I thought

I opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat, there' something about this car, something odd, but a good odd. I want this car, I don't know why but I get the feeling I need to have this car.

"Hey Allie, what's this you found?" Sam asked

Sam opened the door as I climbed over into the passenger seat. I got out my pen and paper to right something down.

"Feels good, Allie do you know what car this is?" Sam said, I showed Sam the paper.

This beauty is a 1977 Chevrolet Camaro, we are this beautiful car home with us ok, No If's No But's Sam, WE ARE GETTING THIS CAR !

"You really want this car, don't you" Sam laughed.

I smiled at Sam and nodded my head.

"It's nice, got racing stripes, good pick Allie" Sam said getting comfortable.

"How much for it" Ron said.

"Well, considering the classic nature of the vehicle- with the sleek wheels and custom paint job…"

"But its faded" Sam interrupted.

I glared at Bobby who took a step back from the car.

"Yeh, but its custom" Bobby argued "It's your first car I would expect you to understand.."

"I might not know a lot about cars but Allie here sure does" Sam shot back at bobby.

"Oh and what does little chatterbox know about cars she's a teenage girl, I bet all she really knows about is shoes, clothes, make up and all things girly" Bobby stated.

I shot Sam a look and turned back to Bobby and glowered at him.

That's it I've had enough of this douche bag, I'm gunna show him what girls like me know and maybe tell him a lesson.

I tried to open the door but it wouldn't open.

"Five grand for the car" bobby said

Ron shook his head "Sorry kids not paying over four"

"Come on kids out of the car" bobby said with a smug look on his face

"The car picks the driver" Sam resorted back to bobby.

"Yeh well, sometimes the car picks a driver with a cheap ass father" Bobby shot back.

While Sam climbed out of the car to follow Bobby and Ron to a piece of junk somewhere else. Once Sam had shut the door I grabbed out my pen and paper and wrote down:

Do Whatever You Can to Make Sure You Can Come Home With Us.

I showed it the car before, attempting to get out. I tried to open the door but something was stopping it from opening.

I managed to open the door and before I got out the radio came on again.

"Duck…Down….Cover….Your Ears…..It's going to be a loud one" the radio 'spoke'.

I did as the radio said and as soon as I did, a high pitch noise came from the radio shattering all of the car windows in this junk yard. Apart from the Camaro itself.

I turned to look at the Camaro a smirk crawled onto my face and I gave the Camaro a thumbs up.

"Four thousand" Bobby squeaked

Yes, we got the Camaro