Kaytlen Genesis walked through Tranquility High, her books in hand and hair covering one eye. She entered the last class of the day, History, and sat down in the back on the side near the door. Sharp pain shot behind her eyes and she took her glasses off, rubbing at her temples for a minute until the bell rang and the pain disappeared. She put her red and black glasses back on and let her shoulder length black hair fall naturally, covering her right eye. A kid walked up and started presenting her genealogy report, most of the class not listening. Kay herself was doodling lightly on a spare piece of paper. She wasn't talented at humanoid figures, but she could draw symbols well.
The girl sat down and was replaced by another girl. Glancing at her watch Kay saw that a third of the class had already gone by. Either this one or one more left and the day would be done. Looking down at the paper Kay noticed the symbol was finished and smiled lightly, moving on. Once more the class clapped and the teacher called out her friend, Sam Witwicky. He walked up to the podium and dumped out his backpack, apologising and scanning his eyes over the crowd. His hazel eyes met her multi-colored green with a yellow ring near the pupil eyes. She gave him an encouraging smile and he started.
"For my family gene-" He was cut off as a rubber band hit him in the side of the neck.
"Who did- who did that?" Mr. Hosney questioned. When no one answered he sat back down. "People, responsibility." He nodded to Sam who continued on about his great-great-grandfather. How he explored the Arctic Circle, found a giant 'Ice-Man', went blind and crazy in a psycho ward. He tried to sell a few items between the facts, but Kay really paid attention when he showed the last-minute newspaper he told her about at lunch. On them were symbols. She glanced at her doodle, then back at the paper. The same symbols she drew.
The bell rang and she gathered up her items, leaning against the back of the wall and waiting for Sam.
"Alright people might be a pop quiz tomorrow might not! Sleep in fear tonight," Mr. Hosney said. Kay chuckled as Sam tried to sell his items before the teacher reprimanded him. Sam walked up as everyone left.
"So? How'd I do?" He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Uh, I'd say a solid B-." Kay chuckled again as Sam's face fell, then chuckled harder as he glared at her. He turned back to the teacher.
"A B-?"
"You were hawking your great-great-grandfather's stuff in my class!" the adult said, exasperated.
"People like, people like that, okay you see that man out there?" He pointed out of the window towards his father, sitting in a green Porsche convertible. "That's my father. Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream. And a man's promise to that boy. He looked at me in the eye. He said, 'Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me $2,000 and three As.' Okay? I got the 2,000 and I got two As. Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-? Poof." He made a 'poof' motion his hands while saying, "dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself, what would Jesus do?" Kay burst out laughing and walked out of the room, wanting to be surprised at the outcome. She went to her locker and grabbed her stuff then walked out towards Mr. Witwicky.
Right as she was getting in and saying hi to Mr. Witwicky, Sam came bolting out of the school screaming 'Yes!' to the high heavens.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he got some type of A," she muttered with a smile. Ron chuckled.
"Got an A?" he asked.
"A-. It's an A though." Ron held his hand out.
"Hold on, hold on. I can't see." He looked at the A- written in red on the page.
"It's an A?" Ron nodded.
"It's an A." Kay smiled and grabbed her ear buds, putting one in while listening to the father and son talk. She closed her eyes and relaxed, only opening them when she felt a jolt. She looked around and chuckled, seeing the building of the Porsche dealership. She was about to comment when she saw Ron's smirk.
"What surprise?" she caught Sam saying. He then registered their place. "No way. No, no! Aw you gotta be kidding me."
"You just jinxed yourself," Kay said. Ron laughed.
"You're right, I'm kidding." He saw Sam's dejected look and laughed again. "What? You think I'm gonna get you a Porsche? For your first car?"
"I'm not talking to you. You think that's funny?" Ron nodded as he drove across the street.
"Yeah I think that's funny." Neither of the men noticed a Camaro drive and park itself, though Kay did.
Ron parked and exited along with the teens. Kay, after putting her pack on, immediately went towards the Camaro. Upon closer inspection she noticed it was a 1976 model. She stroked the racing stripes, no longer caring about the fact that it drove itself. She felt it shiver and smiled.
"Sorry," she whispered. She opened the driver side door and hopped in. Seeing some gunk on the steering wheel she wiped it off and saw a robotic face in the middle instead of the Chevy symbol. "Why does that look familiar?" she mumbled as a sense of déjà vu washed over her. Looking up she saw Sam walking over and got out. "Samuel James Witwicky plant that fat arse of yours into the driver seat of this car right now!" she called out. Ron and this random black dude they were walking with laughed while Sam walked over and sat.
"Feels nice," he commented. Ron and the man caught up.
"It's got racing stripes," Ron commented. The man leaned against the car.
"Yeah it's got, wait a minute. What the heck is this? I don't know anything about this car. Hey Manny!" A mechanic exited the building.
"Yeah?"
"What is this?" Manny shrugged.
"I don't know boss. Never seen it before. It's loco. " The man growled.
"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny, find out." Ron's gaze left the other man.
"So how much?" The man sighed.
"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, slick wheels and custom paint job-"
"But the paint's faded!" Sam interrupted.
"Yeah, but it's custom."
"It's custom faded?" Kay questioned.
"It's your first car, wouldn't expect you to understand. Especially you girly." Kay bristled slightly as the man looked to Ron. "5000."
"No I'm not going over 4." The man looked at Sam.
"Alright kid, get out of the car." Sam protested.
"No, no. You said cars picked their drivers!"
"Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father, get out the car." A feral growl exited Kay and the man glanced warily at her, before hopping into a Bug next to the Camaro. He said something she couldn't catch then all jumped in surprise when Sam shut the driver's side door only for the opposite door to swing open and ram into the Bug. Kay held her hands up in surrender, saying she didn't do it, but still chuckled. The man called Manny over to bang the dent out with a laugh then pointed across the lot at another car.
"This one's my favorite. Drove all the way from Alabamy." Kay stayed near the Camaro and glanced at it when the radio turned on, followed by the car alarm. She covered her ears and watched as all the windows but its own burst and the alarm turned into an oxygen deprived laugh. The dealer stood up and looked at the entire lot in shock then spun around, holding up 4 fingers.
"4000," he croaked. Kay smirked and hopped into the passenger seat while Sam cheered and got the keys, hopping into the driver's side.
"I swear to God, you kill me in a car accident I'll haunt you for the rest of your life," she said. She could've sworn the car vibrated in laughter but wasn't sure as Sam had started up the engine. They drove in companionable silence with the radio on, playing music softly.
"There's a party tomorrow," Sam said. Kay smirked.
"You inviting me?" Sam smiled and glanced at her. "Eyes on the road, bucko." This time he laughed as he switched his gaze back to the road.
"Yeah, if you wanna come." Kay smiled.
"Sure, why not?" They arrived at her house, a block away from Sam's, and she got out. "See ya tomorrow." Sam waved and she shut the door, watching him drive off. She glanced at her house and took a deep breath, then entered.
"Kaytlen!" her mother immediately yelled.
"Yes, mother?" she called back.
"You're late!" Kay hung her head and barely flinched when her mother's hand collided with her face. Her mother had abused her for years now. "I had to clean up the house. Go to your room!" Kay nodded and walked up the steps, entering her room and sitting on the bed. She set her backpack by the door and, having no homework, laid down and fell asleep far earlier than usual.
~Z-Z~
The next day Kay woke up early. She got up and went to her bathroom, washing her face and looking in the mirror. Her multi-colored eyes were dull, and a large bruise was slightly visible on the side of her face. She sighed. Her skin had toughened so much that she barely bruised.
Kay exited her bathroom and changed into a black shirt that had many shades of gray as details, as well as black jeans with the same detail. She then covered it with a blue-gray sweatshirt and put on the same color shoes. Grabbing her backpack she left her room only for something sharp to collide with the right side of her face.
"Where are you going?!" her mother demanded. Kay growled and pushed past her, clutching the slowly bleeding side of her face. "Where are you going!"
"I'm leaving." With that Kay walked out of the house and slammed the door. She walked towards Sam's house and as soon as she arrived she fell down against the side of the Camaro, crying. She heard a door open and shut then felt arms wrap around her.
"What happened Kay?" She looked up at Sam and let him see her face. He stared for a bit then stood up, supporting her. "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."
"Sam?" a woman called out. Both looked up to see Judy Witwicky standing in the doorway. She gasped when she saw Kay's face and walked forward, inspecting the cut. "That's it. I'm calling the police."
"Wait, Mrs. Witwicky." Kay was ignored as the woman whipped out her cell phone and called 911. When they arrived her cut was treated and she was told she would have a large scar. They also questioned her and arrested her mother who screamed insults the entire time. When all of it was said and done the two were on the way to school, and Kay smiled; a smile that for once reached her eyes.