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"Ok Mr. Witwicky, you're up!" My history teacher called out. He was the last one to go up for our family geology reports. Sam was a nervous wreck sitting next to me with his backpack filled with our great-great grandfather's things that he brought to show off. He made a deal with our dad that if he came up with 2500 dollars and three A's he would get his first car. All he needed was one more A and this report could be his last one. I turned towards Sam and gave me a reassuring smile as he quickly got up and went to the front of the class where he proceeded to just dump out his backpack on the table.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." Sam said as everything dropped onto the table. I sighed and looked at the clock seeing that we only had about 5 minutes or so left of class. I decided it would be better to just tune out the presentation even though it was my brother's turn. I just had a feeling that he was going to make a fool of himself like he usually does. I started doodling random lines and shapes onto a spare piece of notebook paper I had until I heard something come out of Sam's mouth that I wasn't expecting, "…this is all going towards my car fund." 'Excuse me are you really trying to sell our grandfather's things? Or am I hearing things?'

I look at Sam with a shocked look and listen more to his presentation. "You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take Pay Pal. Cold hard cash works too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." Oh my god this dude is really trying to sell his things. I put my head down on my desk as a quiet groan escapes me. I could hear Sam's voice still going but I decided not to listen to his 'selling' presentation anymore. I already knew he wasn't going to get that A and he wasn't going to get a car. Our dad is going to be so proud. I rolled my eyes with my head still laying against the table. I couldn't bring myself to look up or do anything for that matter but pray that this would just end already. Thankfully, it wasn't long until the bell rang ending both class and Sam's horrible presentation.

"Ok. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight." I heard our teacher yell out as students filed out of the class. I quickly gathered my notebook, pencil and the extra paper I was drawing on, and shoved them into my bag. I then walked out of the class giving Sam a disappointing pat on the shoulder as I did so. He was still trying to sell our grandfather's things. Unbelievable. I know he wants the car and all but come on. Selling our great-great grandfather's things is not the way to do so. I'm sorry that this is your grandson. I blame the parents! I slightly chuckled to myself.

I walked to my locker, still with a slight smile on my lips and quickly opened it. I put my history textbook inside while taking out my math and English notebooks and placing them inside my bag. I checked to see if I needed anything else before I locked it. Satisfied that I had everything I needed, I shut my locker and walked out the front of the school to where I saw my dad, Ron, parked waiting for us. As I opened the car door, I saw my dad look up at me not saying anything and all I could do was shake my head in shame as I climbed into the back seat. Even though my parents don't like me, they still gave me rides to and from school so long as I was in the car before Sam got there and they took off. It was rare that they actually said anything to me though; it was usually just silence around them unless Sam was there. We waited for another 5 minutes or so before Sam came running up to the car saying, "Yes. Yes. Yes." He ran straight into the car, hitting it as he tried to open the door. I gave him a weird look wondering why he was so happy. He isn't getting the car, right?

"So?" Dad asked as Sam finally got the door open and started to sit down.

"A-. It's an A, though." Sam replied as he shut the door and handed dad his paper. I looked at Sam like he had grown two heads. How the fuck did he manage to get an A- selling our great-great grandfather's things? FOR A CAR NO LESS?! Just…how? I looked away from Sam, took a deep breath to calm myself before I really went off the deep end and looked back at him.

"Really? You got an A? With what you did up there, you got an A?" I asked in disbelief. I was sure he would've failed that. Hell! He should have failed! I shook my head as I thought 'the world is coming to an end'.

"Yep. He really gave me an A." I still don't believe you Sam. That is just not possible. I racked my brain trying to figure out if our teacher had paid any attention, any at all, to just a moment of what Sam was saying up there. Trying to figure out exactly if Sam had really gotten an A or if he was just trying to pull a fast one and hope dad wouldn't notice so he could get his car. I'm assuming the latter and dad should see straight through it. Nice try though Sam.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." Dad said as Sam was over eagerly trying to show him the paper instead of giving dad a chance to actually look. Yep, he's just trying to pull a fast one. "It's an A." Dad said a moment after he got a good look at the paper. Now I was looking at both dad and Sam like they grew two heads. I guess Sam wasn't trying to pull a fast one and he really did get an A…. alright it's official the world is ending.

"What the actual fuck?" I whispered loud enough that Sam was able to hear me. He didn't say anything though. Just glared at me a bit as if trying to say 'be quiet.' It worked, I shut up and Sam turned to dad.

"So I'm good?" Sam asked him double checking if he had completed his end of the deal.

"You're good." Dad confirmed as he started the car and drove off away from the school. After about ten minutes or so, we pulled up to a really nice dealership. I instantly felt bad for Sam as Dad told him, "I got a little surprise for you, son." The look on dad's face already told me that this wasn't gonna end well for the poor boy.

"What kind of…" Sam trailed off as he finally noticed where dad was pulling into. I sank in my seat. This was gonna be both funny and cruel. "Yeah a little surprise." Dad grunted out as he made the turn. I put my head down as I heard Sam start yelling out no in disbelief. It's a trick. He isn't going to get you one. Don't go getting your hopes up. "You've gotta be kidding me?" Sam replied as he was looking over the cars we passed. Dad started laughing.

"Yeah I am. You're not getting a Porsche." He started laughing. I couldn't help it, I started chuckling a bit as well but I tried not to let my amusement show too much as I watched my brother's face turn into one of disappointed through the side mirror. You really shouldn't have gotten your hopes up.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asked sounding irritated. Can't say I blame him, I know I would be too if I was in his shoes. "What's wrong with you?" He asked as we pulled out of the dealership and drove off a bit. Dad was still laughing.

"Yeah, I think it's funny." We were now in the more run down part of the area just passing a weird run down looking pre-owned car lot. "You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?" Dad asked as he made a U-turn and parked in front of the run down looking car lot. I'm not even gonna bother looking at the sign. I don't think I want to know where I am right now. Instead I decided to tune out their bickering and look at the nicer used cars that are probably out of dad's budget for Sam's car. I have always had a love for cars and enjoyed looking at them when I had the chance. I mean this isn't the nicest place but I think maybe I can find a good car. When we came to a stop though, I noticed a yellow with black strips Chevy Camaro drive past us and the car didn't seem to have a driver. I looked at it curiously. I would love to have a car that drove itself but if those were probably way out of any possible price range I'll ever spend on a car or might even have period. But a girl can dream.

I still hadn't said a single word as I got out of the car while Sam and dad bickered for a bit longer. I walked along side my brother as we all walked up to the car lot. Those two were still bickering but I chose to start scanning over cars. It was all junk, I'm not sure there is anything even worth buying in this dump. I sighed as I decided to walk away from my dad and brother and look more closely at the selection of cars. As I started looking at the ones closer to me, I heard a car engine and looked over in time to see the same Chevy Camaro that passed us in the car a few minutes ago pull into an empty space on the car lot. No one got out of the car however; it just turned off and sat there.

Curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to the Camaro. Once I got closer, I saw that there was no one inside. "That's not possible. I was watching you the whole time. How did you get here without a driver?" I spoke to the car or actually more to myself than anything. I ran my hand gently over the hood of the car as I walked to the driver side door. The hood still felt warm. The driver's side window was rolled down as well. I bent down and looked through the window to see the interior of the car. Black leather seats, pretty cleaned up, has a radio, and hmm…I looked more closely at the steering wheel and brushed off the dirt on the center to reveal a strange looking face on it. I was so into the car though that I jumped when Sam touched my side.

"This ain't bad. This one's got racing strips. Nice Jess." I stayed silent as Sam slightly pushed me out of the way so he could into the car as well. I moved over, letting him open the door as he looked inside. He sat in the driver's seat and put his hands on the wheel. I shut the door behind him and peered in. "It feels good." He brushed his thumbs over the wheel, removing the rest of the dirt covering the face. I have never seen anything like it.

"So you like it?" I quietly asked Sam as dad was talking to the guy, who was also yelling at someone else about not knowing anything about the car. If I got this right, he is selling a car that he hasn't seen before…well that must be good for business.

"Yea I like it." He said as he checked out the car more, looking around the dashboard. The guy was walking around the car checking out the car. I looked more at the outside of it. Definitely needs a good wash, and might want to think about saving for a new paint job as well. This Camaro was a beauty though, no doubt.

"How much?" I heard dad ask the guy while I continued to look around.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job…" I cut him off.

"But the paint is fainted and appears non-existent in some areas." Surely, he would take it down some considering it looks like it needs a new paint job anyways. Who cares if it's custom or not? It might not be custom in the first place. I mean it's not uncommon to see Camaros with this type of paint job.

"Yea but it's custom." Apparently this guy gives a shit.

"So it's custom faded?" Sam asked trying to see if that would do any good. The guy leaned down to look at Sam as he spoke.

"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." That doesn't mean anything! Hell for all you know he might have grown up around cars and knows more than your sorry ass. I took a deep breath to calm myself knowing it wouldn't do any good for me to cause a scene. Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something to defend my brother, he stood back up to look at dad. "Five grand."

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Please make a deal. Please make a deal. Please make a deal. However, the guy was quick to tell Sam to get out of the car and start to show off the beetle parked next to it. I gave a sad look to the car as I moved over to let Sam open the door and get out. "There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." Dad told Sam as he got out. All I could think was, 'and how much you wanna bet that it's gonna be over four grand as well?' But I thought it better to keep my mouth shut rather than speak against him.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." Sam told him as he got out. He shut the door only for the passenger side to open up and hit the beetle the guy had gotten into, pushing it off to the side some. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand in shock. What the fuck?

"Gee. Holy cow." Dad said as he moved to the other side of the car to look at the door. Sam looked through the window to see and I just stood there. Oh my god! I want this car even more now. "Are you alright?" He asked the guy as he came out the passenger side window of the beetle.

"No, no, no. No worries. 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!" He laughed. I'm really questioning this guy. Should we even be buying anything from him? He finished climbing out of the car and started walking to the other side of the car lot with dad following, "That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy." God kill me now. I am tired of listening to that man's voice. I was now standing in front of the car, looking sadly at the Camaro.

"I wish you didn't cost so much. I would love to drive you around all day and scrub you until you're nice and clean. Even fix up the paint and make everyone jealous." I chuckled to myself as I put my hand on the hood. "I guess it wasn't meant to be. Sorry." And with that I started following my dad towards another car.

"…Greater than man…" I heard along with some static coming from inside the car. I stopped walking and turned to look back towards the windshield of the Camaro curiously. Sam wasn't inside the car, in fact he was already walking away along with dad, after he shut the door. And no one turned on the car either. Hmm that's really weird, I wish we could afford it though. That way I could find out how it drives itself and how it apparently can turn on the radio without the car even being on. I started to follow everyone else again and as I walked away, I could hear the static getting louder. Not a second after I heard it, I saw the glass on the other cars shatter causing the glass to fly everywhere. I ducked and covered my head as it rained down onto the ground. I gave it a minute before I stood back up and looked around. All the cars, expect for the Camaro, had broken windows and glass was everywhere. I saw the guy stand and look around in disbelief. "Jessica!" I heard dad yell angrily.

"I swear I didn't do it! I'm not even near the car!" I yelled in shock, with my hands up and staying in place showing my dad that I wasn't close enough to the car to have done anything. No way am I getting in trouble for this one. It was the car not me! I doubt he would believe it was the car, hell I wouldn't either if I hadn't heard the noises coming from it. But he seemed to believe I didn't do it at least when he saw where I was standing. I looked towards the guy as he moved quickly to look at dad.

"Four thousand." He said shakily while holding up four fingers. I guess he's going to need the money to fix these cars so he can sell them too. At least we get the Camaro now, but what is up with that car?