I've decided to re-do a story of mine that I deleted a while ago. It had great potential. I've matured as a writer, and I think I'm ready to continue.
Enjoy.
"That's right, Alex. Sammy's gettin' a car if he brings me another A." The father of Samuel James Witwicky said, to the strawberry haired young girl in the back of the car. She seemed to be drawing something, and had a plastic princess tiara seated on her head at an odd angle, held on by a clear elastic strap.
"Daddy, can I get a car soon?" The little one asked, green eyes sparkling as she looked up. Ron wrinkled his nose, "When you're older, Alexandria." He scoffed, shaking his head and leaning against the driver's side door of the car, looking back to the school and waiting for Sam. The seven year old pouted in protest, but quickly grinned when Sam came running out, waving his hand, which held a paper.
"Sammy!" She squealed, dropping her crayons and paper, bouncing in her seat as Sam jumped over the passsenger door, into the seat and buckled, handing his father the paper. The brown-haired boy ruffled Alexandria's hair.
"… It's an A!" Ron said out loud after inspecting it. They began to drive, Alex grinning widely at Sam. Sam's eyes widened, and he choked a bit when his father drove into a Porsche dealership.
"Woah- Dad- no-! No- no no no NO!" Samuel yelled excitedly, clinging to the door of the car. "You gotta be kidding!" He gasped. Ron chuckled as he drove out. "I am. You're not getting a Porsche." He snorted. Sam glared, and sat back down, crossing his arms. "That's not funny, dad." His father chuckled anyway. "Yeah it is."
They continued driving a little ways, to a cheap looking dealership called 'Bobby Bolivia's'. Once parked, Sam grumbled and slid out of the car, unbuckling his bouncing sister and pulling her out, setting her on the ground.
The strawberry haired girl squealed in delight, and looked around, her pink ballerina tutu twirling. She had come fresh from dance class, still in her tutu and tights, but also in a pair of Disney Princess sneakers. Her brother and father were talking to the man who seemed to be the owner.
In the meantime, her eager green eyes caught sight of an old, beat up yellow Camaro with two black racing stripes. She tilted her head, before deciding to scamper over to it. She climbed atop the hood, and giggled as the car seemed to shiver under her. Alex looked behind her over to Sam and Ron. She glanced back at the car, before sliding off.
"I'ww be back. Immana get Daddy to get you for Sammy!" She whispered, before skipping over to Sam and tugging on his shirt. Sam made a shooing motion with his hand.
"Not now, Alex." He hissed. Alexandria pouted and tugged harder, "Sammy!" She whined. Samuel sighed and ran a hand through his hair, turning to look at her, "What? What do you want?"
"That one!" Alex giggled, a smile lighting up her face as she pointed toward the Camaro. Sam's mouth dropped open a bit and his eyes widened. He jogged over to the car and started looking it over. "Hey, Dad!" He called. Ron looked over his shoulder and quirked an eyebrow, before following. Sam slid into the front seat, while Alex climbed in the back and started looking around, humming a tune.
Samuel looked down, running his thumb over the dusty horn. An odd symbol was underneath. It looked a bit like a lion… He shook it off and gripped the steering wheel, thinking.
"Feels good…" He mumbled to himself. The 'owner' of the car started arguing with Sam about the paint. But Alexandria wasn't paying attention. Her eyes widened when the car rumbled a bit under her. Nobody seemed to notice. She quickly moved back into the back seat like a good girl and waited patiently.
"Five grand." The man said. Ron shook his head. "Nah. I'm not payin' over four." He hummed. Lexi shot up, and pouted, "Buh- Bu- B- But Daaaadddyyy," She whined,"He's so pwetty!" Sam gave her a puzzled look, wondering why she had said 'he' instead of 'she'. Usually whatever she came across, she insisted it was female.
Bobby Bolivia ducked into the window. "C'mon. Outta the car." Sam frowned, "N-N—No, - No, you said cars pick their drivers." Sam pointed out. Bobby snorted. "Yeah? Well sometimes they pick drivers with cheap ass fathers." Alexandria's eyes widened, and her little hand flew over her mouth, looking at Sam.
"He said a badded word…" She whispered. Sam smiled and shook his head at his sister's grammar, opening the door and sliding out of the car. At the same time, the front passenger door swung out and hit the car next to it with a beep. Alex jolted in surprise, letting out a light cry of fright.
"Gee, holy cow, y'alright?" The kids' father said, quirking an eyebrow. Both kids nodded as Samuel reached in and pulled Alexandria out of the car, and hauled her onto his shoulders, getting a screech of surprise and a laugh from her.
Sam smiled. He always liked to hear his sister laugh. It was a pain to hear her crying. It just broke your heart. "Daddy, I wan' tha' lellow one." Lexi pouted, pointing down from her position at the car. Sam chuckled, and grinned. "Me too, Dad." He agreed.
All of a sudden, the car's radio crackled and screeched, something coming onto it for a brief second before a high pitched sound smashed the windows in all the cars. When it was over, Alex covered her mouth in surprise, green eyes wide. Sam bit his lip, and Bobby spun around slowly, looking at the damage.
Breathing increased, Bobby turned to them and held up four fingers. "Four thousand!" He gasped, voice cracking a bit in despair. Sam pumped his fist and Alexandria cheered.
Once paid for and given the keys, Sam put Alex down and slid into the car, starting it up. There was a tug on Ron's shirt. The little strawberry haired girl smiled politely up at him,"Daddy, can I ride wif Sammy?" She asked innocently. He scoffed and smiled. "Go ahead baby girl." He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Lexi giggled and reached up to the side door, pulling it open and hopping inside, closing the door and buckling up while Samuel adjusted the mirror. Bouncing in her seat, Alexandria waved to her father as he went to his car.
Once their father had started driving, the brown haired boy and his sister pulled out and followed after, making small conversation about their day to eachother on the ride. Sam had asked his little sister about her dance class, and boy was she ready to talk. He spaced out as his eyes caught sight of the odd symbol below him.
"Sammy. Sammy! Are you even wistening?" Alex suddenly called. Sam blinked, and shook his head. "Yeah… no, go on. I'm listening. So what did you do next?" He sighed. The 7 year old gladly continued talking. After a while, she fell silent. Sam looked in the mirror at her. She was fast asleep against the window. He smiled, and looked back to the road.