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Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me
Warning:
Involves Mentions Of Death And Insanity As Well As Bullying
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"There Is A Woman At The Beginning Of All Great Things." – Alphonse De Lamartine
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Samantha Carol Witwicky came from an unusual- to put it mildly- family. Starting out with her insane Great-Great Grandpa to her bat-wielding mom, each member of her family has a unique quirk. For Sam, it was hallucinations (memories) of a dead (alive) high schooler. Fortunately, Sam was able to hide her craziness (EveRY oNe iS cRAzy So Why bOthER HiDinG wE'lL JuSt StArT aLl OvEr AgAin) easily. Unfortunately, God hated her and loved to ruin her hard work. Worse, the Devil was on in it as well and made everything ten times harder. Ten. Fucking. Times. And it all started with Miles.
"Why don't you buy a car?"
"What?" Sam blinked her green eyes, surprised by the sudden question. Miles huffed. "Why. Don't. You. Buy. A. Car." The lanky teen slowly pronounced from the beanbag on the carpet. The copper haired girl turned to face her eccentric friend from her curled up form on the bed. "And why, pray tell, should I buy a car?" Drawled the 16 year old.
"Because . . ." Miles smirked, ". . . you keep talking about Trent's car all the time. If I didn't know better I would have thought you had the hots for Trent." Sam was so startled by that statement that she jumped from her position on the bed and landed on the floor.
"Ow . . ." exclaimed Sam face down on the floor.
Miles eyed his friend's spread out form on the floor and snickered with amusement at Sam's clumsiness. "A little help here, please?" Sam rubbed her head trying to soothe the pain from where she hit her head. "Naw, I think I'll take a rain check." Miles turned to look back at the computer he was holding.
Sam growled, irritated with Miles. Even though both she and Miles went through puberty together, Miles still treated her the same way like when they were kids. Sometimes, it was nice not to deal with the awkwardness of being a teenage girl who is friends with a teenage guy. Other times, it's a pain in the ass. Like now.
Sam slowly got up and crawled back to the place where she curled up. She removed the book that was occupying her spot on the bed and laid down. She rubbed her head a few times to stop the pain then decided it was a useless endeavor. "Miles, just because I talk about how trashy Trent's car is does not mean that I have the hots for him." Sam shuddered in disgust at even thinking about Trent that way.
Trent DeMarco was a stereotypical jock. All muscle with no brain. After she rejected Trent for asking her to be his girlfriend, Trent has made it his life's goal to make high school hell for her. He's the main reason why she was classified as an "outcast" and why she doesn't have a boyfriend yet.
Now ever since he got his truck, Trent wouldn't stop bragging about it. Never mind that it didn't even look all that great. It was just a blue pick-up truck. It wasn't even a Ram Laramie 1500. And Trent just wouldn't shut up about it. It was like his truck was a gift from God.
"Anyway, if we had to talk about which one of us has the hots for someone, shouldn't we talk about you and the 'Evil Jock Concubine'." Sam air-quoted. Miles chocked on the chips he was eating. "Wha-What! I don't like Mikaela. Like, I don't like her at all, ok. At all." Miles breathed out in denial. Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure you don't." Sam sarcastically said.
Mikaela Banes, A.K.A Evil Jock Concubine, was Trent's girlfriend. She was a 'cool kid' and hung out with the popular crowd. She was the type of girl who would go out with any guy that had a cool car and nice biceps. Mikaela was also Mile's crush. Not that he would admit that. Especially since she had Trent as a boyfriend.
"Anyways, stop changing the subject. Why don't you buy a car?" Miles settled back on the beanbag. "I wasn't changing the subject, Miles." Sam glared at Miles. "The reason why I won't buy a car is because I don't need a car. My dad is perfectly happy with picking and dropping me off where ever I want. So what's the point in bothering with a car that I don't even need."
"Your dad might be happy dropping and picking you up at school but I don't think he'll be doing that all the time. I mean, if you get a car you could go anywhere you want without having to bother your dad. Total freedom. Plus, you could show up Trent if you have a better car than him. It'll be like the ultimate revenge." Miles stated, waving his hands in the air.
"Whatever." Sam rolled over and prepared to take a nap. The last thing she thought of before she went to sleep was that maybe Miles was right.
"Can I get a car?"
Ronald 'Ron' Witwicky, Father of Sam Witwicky and Husband to Judy Witwicky, blinked at his daughter confused at the sudden question. "Why do you want a car?" Ron asked, suspicious to the ulterior motive of his daughter.
"Well, its just, you know how I hung out with Miles last week, right? Well, Miles asked me why I didn't have a car and I said 'cause dad drives me around. Miles told me that maybe it would be troublesome for you to drive me around. And, well, I just thought that maybe I should get my own car so I wouldn't bother you an' all." Sam rushed out.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Sam, I have been your father for most of my life so don't try and distract me from the truth. What's the real reason that you want a car?" Sam shifted nervously thinking that if she told her dad the truth she wouldn't get a car. Ron tapped his finger on the arm rest and kept staring at Sam knowing that she would blurt out the truth eventually.
Sam sighed, giving up the battle of wills with her dad. "Well, I just, uh. I want to show up Trent." Sam whispered, embarrassed at what she just said. Ron raised another eyebrow to meet with the first one. He then sighed and smiled tiredly. "Well, you know I've been waiting for you to ask for something since your sixteenth birthday so it's no problem if you want a car. Even though the reason is a bit skewed."
Sam smiled widely then pounced at her dad. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much, daddy!" Sam squealed squeezing her dad's torso. Ron laughed at how excited his daughter was. "Ok, ok. But remember Sam, if I'm going to get a car for you, you need get an A+ in all your classes. And I mean all. Not to mention that you need to at least save up on $2,000 dollars. After all if you want a car you're going to have to pay for a car. I'll pay for the other 2,000 dollars. "
Sam smirked up at her dad. "That'll be a piece of cake. I have A's and A+'s in my grades already. It wouldn't be too much to get all my grades up to A+s. And I have a CD account. The account would allow me to take out money now that it passed its 5 year limit. I'm pretty sure it already passed the 2,000s now. " Sam let go of her dad then bounced happily up the stairs. New car here I come, thought Sam.
Judy Taylor nee Witwicky, Mother of Sam Witwicky and Wife to Ronald Witwicky, stared at her daughter jumping up the steps to her room in slight confusion and bemusement. She then turned and faced her husband from the rail she was holding onto after her daughter moved passed her. "Ron, dear, what exactly did you tell Sammy to make her so happy?" Ron turned to stare into his wife's green eyes. "I told Sam that I'll buy her a car."
"Really, I thought she didn't want a car." Judy said in disbelief.
Ever since Sam was born she hated cars. She would scream and cry whenever Judy or Ron tried to get her into a car. She only let that phobia go when she was in middle school. And that was only because she couldn't walk to her school. Judy didn't know where her daughter got such a phobia from so it surprised her that Sam was excited to get a car. Especially since she never gave any indication to wanting one.
"I know but apparently her need to 'show up' this Trent fellow was number one priority. I'm just glad that she's actually going to use her Driver's License." Ron was relieved that Sam got over her aversion to cars. Even though she did it so she could spite someone it was still relieving. Judy shook her head. Copper hair trailed after the movement.
"Kids these days."
While Sam celebrated the fact that she was getting a car, in the state of Idaho an unidentified object hit down in a board forest. In the crash site, the sound of mechanical machines echoed eerily in the surroundings. Soon, a giant shadow came out, obscured by the smoke from the crash. The only thing that was visible about the shadow is two blue orbs from the area where its face would be presumed. The orbs glowed, surrounding the forest with a fluorescent light. A high pitched beep was the only sound made in the silent forest.
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Liar Mask . . . When Someone Hides There True Self With A Mask Made Up Of Lies
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Author's Note:
Samantha Witwicky is a reincarnated Fem!SI-Sam Witwicky. She was reincarnated from our universe. About why she thinks her memories are hallucinations will be explained in later as well as why she hates cars. Mikaela and Miles will be important in further chapters. Pairings will occur way down further chapters for Sam.
About why Sam doesn't recognize that she was born in a fictional universe, well, it has been sixteen years since she has been reborn, memories fade. That and Sam in her past life wasn't that much of a Transformers fan, she only watched parts of the movie and she had terrible memory, it's no surprise that the surname 'Witwicky' doesn't ring a bell.
This Sam Witwicky right now is a little unstable. You'll see signs in further chapters. After all, remembering a life from before and hiding it from everyone isn't healthy. Especially when you have to deal with high school and bullying all over again.
This Chapter is called Liar Mask because Sam feels like she hides her 'true self' (the person she was before she died) with a mask made of the lies that makes Sam, well, Sam Witwicky.
