Yay! My first Cars fanfic! I'm kind of embarrassed...I sorta based the main character after myself.

Chapter 1: Maria

"Urgh..." I moaned as I slowly regained consciousness. "Where am I?"

I felt completely disoriented. I didn't even feel like myself. Then, finally, my memory flooded back to me.

I am Maria Nightingale, but I'm not just your average teenage girl. It's kind of hard to describe. Not exactly the easiest thing to explain either. Whenever I walk past a car or a truck or something, I would always hear...a voice. I've never told anyone. No one would believe me. My father is a technician. He would usually service or fix the cars that my family owns. The cars that have fallen into the possession of my parents included two Mercedes, two BMW's and a Mazda Miata. Hmm...that reminds me of my favorite movie. Aagh, what was it?

I'm rambling, aren't I? My past doesn't matter. I can't remember how I got here. Which reminds me.

Where is here?

I was staring at a door. An...interesting door. It was quite wide. And quite short. It looked like...a garage door? I glanced around the space I was in. I appeared to be in a circular room. There seemed to be something in this room that quietly screamed "traffic cone" at me. I don't know why. There was a picture of the Eiffel Tower in the room which was...more cone-shaped in a...cone-y frame...

I think I get it now.

On an impulse I looked frantically around the room for something. Just something I remembered.

Wait, that can't be--

"AAH!"I screamed. An alarm clock suddenly went off. It scared the heck out of me. On a sort of table-thing sat the clock. It was a cuckoo clock. Except it didn't have a bird in it...

In the place of the cuckoo bird was a small blue car with a comical expression on its visage. That was the something that was familiar. But why?

Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I hesitantly looked in that direction.

I saw...I saw...a mirror. Not in the corner of the room, but right there, right next to me like it was on the side of my face. I saw, in the mirror, what looked like the right side of the frame of a sedan. A purple sedan? That's weird. My favorite color is pur...ple...

I continued looking in the mirror. Apparently this sedan had a lot of trunk space.

I was quite convinced.

I ask of you: if you had a big butt, what would you think you looked like...as a car?

This is insane. This is so insane. Yet so...like I knew something about this. That mirror? It was a rear-view mirror. I now have an idea as to where I am. I'm at a motel of some sort. Something about traffic cones. Something...

I wish I could remember! If I could then I wouldn't be so confused! I wish I could remember...I wish I could remember what my favorite movie was!

Wow. That sounded pathetic.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a voice outside...

So? How did you like it? Please review. Thank you and drive home safely.