Chapter 1:
Before time began there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that is hold the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us unknown planet called earth.
But we were already too late.
"Miss Witwicky?!" I looked up as Mr Hosney yelled out to me.
"Yes sir?" I asked, raising my head off the desk, as he woke me from my needed nap.
"Miss Witwicky, if it not too much, would you please stay awake?" Mr Hosney said, missing the dark circles beneath my eyes. I rolled my eyes as he turned his attention to his previous task.
"All right Mr Witwicky, you're up." Mr Hosney called. Right Sam's presenting his family genealogy report today. He better not screw this report up, he needs a high mark.
"Sorry, I have a lot of stuff." He said, empting his bag of our great - great grandfather's stuff. Dumping the contents with little care, great – great grandfather, Archibald Witwicky would love the care Sam is showing for his ancient tools.
"For my family..." He starts, before Trent flicks a paper wasp at him.
"Who did...? Who did this? People! Responsibility." Mr Hosney 'addresses' the issue, this school is full of idiots.
"Okay. For my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous Explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Artic Shelf. So that's the story right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th century seaman." Everyone laughed at him, Mr Hosney holds up his 'stop' sign. I rolled my eyes looking to Mikaela, think how embarrassed to be related to Sam, and also could these people getting anymore immature.
"This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale by the way. Like the sextant here. $50 for this. Which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen pretty cool things." This is the legacy our great – great grandfather left, his stuff to be sold at ridiculous prices.
"Are you going to sell me his liver?" Mr Hosney interrupted.
"Mr Witwicky this is not show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you are doing."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take . Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day."
"Sam!" I called out, he looked over to me as I motion with my head for him to get back on track.
"Thank you Miss Witwicky." Mr Hosney said, probably happy that I'm awake.
"Sorry. Um, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psych ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he discovered." the bell then rung.
"Okay might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not." Mr Hosney yelled to the class. I walk up to Sam.
"I'll meet you at the car with dad, ok and good luck getting that A." I said with a slight smirk on my face.
"Thanks sis, yah see you at the car." Sam says before attempting to bargain with someone as I leave. I walk towards Mika as she says goodbye to Trent. Why is she dating that tool?
"So, Mira you going to the party later?" She said turning to me.
"Eh maybe, Dad, Sam and I are gonna get our first car after school, so I might be late. Well that's if Sam can get that A. But let's wait and see, well I gotta go, might see you there."
"Ok, bye Mi." She says, as I head off. Walking toward the green
"So where's your brother?"
"Probably trying to con our teacher into getting an A, when really he deserves at most a B- for his report."
Not long after that, Sam came running out to the car yelling.
"Yes! Yes, yes."
Sliding in next to me, he turned to dad.
"So?" Dad asked
"A-. It's an A though."
"Whoa, whoa, hold your horses princess, first dads gotta approve of this A-." I said. Sam knows I've been waiting to get my own ride for like forever.
"Wait, wait, wait, I can't see. It's an A." Dad approves of the A-.
"So we're good?" I asked.
"You're good." He said.
Yes, finally, new car here I come. Dad started the car and we drive for probably almost an hour, not that I'm complaining. We finally turned off the motorway.
"Look a little surprise for you two." He said
"What kind of..." Sam started but dad interrupted.
"Yah a little surprise."
"No, no, oh hell no. DAD!" I yelled.
"Oh you got to be kidding me." Sam completely surprised and believing that our new car will be a Porsche.
"Yah dad tell me you're kidding me." No way is dad getting us a Porsche for our first car, we're not that rich.
"Yah I am. You're not getting a Porsche. "Dad laughs. I sighed in relief, happy we weren't getting a Porsche, knowing that Sam will do something stupid if he got one.
We kept driving, while dad and Sam talked, still upset about Dad's Porsche joke.
'Lighten up Sam, at least this car will be within dads budget of four grand and if needed I can supply a small extra if needed.' I said, Sam just shook his head and turned back to dad.
We drove past a clown holding a sign for a car dealership. Why is there a man in a clown costume advertising this place in this desert heat?
We parked outside the dealership and Sam started to have hissy fit.
"Here? No, no, no, what us this? You said... You said half a car, not half a piece of crap. Dad."
"Sam quit complaining and be happy at least you're getting a car. I bet when dad was our age he was happy with four wheels and an engine."
"See Sam, listen to you sister. Why can't you be happy like her?"
"Dad, she's only happy cause she'll get something to tinker with like the pixie she is." You know me so well, Sammy.
I looked around the yard, a lot of these cars are really shit and although some could be worth something to the right buyer, whoever owns this place surely isn't giving them the love they deserve. I turn back to Dad and Sam to hear,
"No sacrifice, no victory, yah I know the old Witwicky motto."
An African-American man walked out to us.
"Gentlemen, Lady. Bobby Bolivia, like the country except without the runs." He shakes dad's hand. "How can I help you?"
"My son and daughter here are looking to buy their first car."
"And you come to see me?"
"I had to." I elbow Sam in the ribs and give a small glare.
"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He held out his hand we shake it.
"Sam."
"Mira."
"Sam, Mira let me talk to you." We walked out to the main yard as Bobby talked.
"Sam, Mira, your first enchilada of freedom awaits just underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, kids. A driver don't pick the car. The car picks the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine."
"I like that logic."
"Kids, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them. Especially no in front of my mammy. That's my mammy. Hey, Mammy!"
He points to a woman sitting under an umbrella. She flips him off.
"Oh don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head in bitch. I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He laughed strangely; not that I could talk, I refuse to consider anything normal and that being normal is a myth people believe is what every day is. Nothing is normal in my life, being related to Sam is one example.
"Well, over here, every piece of car a man." I cough "Or woman might want or need." I look around the cars weren't bad but one caught my eye. A beautiful 1977 Chevrolet Camaro.
A little dusty, the paint faded a bit but overall it looked in good condition. I ran my hand over the hood, admiring the custom paint choice. There was something about this car that seemed familiar. I opened the door and sat down continuing my admiration to the interior. Rubbing my hands over the steering wheel I notice a symbols at the centre. Rubbing off the dirt to reveal the image beneath, the symbol resemble that of a robotic face in a way, but kinda looked like one half of my tattoo I got last year for my birthday.
"Hey Sam come check out this beauty." I called over to him.
"Yah this ain't bad. Nice job Mi, hey may I?" I step out of the car much to my disappointment but Sam needs to agree on the yellow Camaro.
"It's got racing stripes."
"Yeah it's got racin... Yea, what this? What heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." He calls to someone name 'Manny'. I don't get how a car like this ended up in a place like this. I'm no appraiser but a car like this to an amateur could be sold for at least 5 grand, 4 at the very minimum especially from a dealer. I highly doubt Bobby is gonna sell it for four. Dad asked the million dollar question, how much Bobby was gonna ask.
"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." Sam cuts him off.
"Yeah, but the paints faded."
"Yeah but it's custom."
"It's custom faded?"
"Sam, stop complaining or I will hit you." I said moving closer to him, getting my point across. I could have threatened to pull out my wrench, don't ask why I carry one. All I can say it is as useful a weapon as a frying pan is.
"5 grand" And owning this car just went to the stars. Damn and I was happy for just a second.
"No I don't pay over four. Sorry."
Bobby and Sam started talking and Sam exited the car. I close the door for him. Suddenly the door on the other side opened and smashed into the car next it which Bobby is trying to sell to Sam.
"I DIDNT DO IT. IT WAS SAINT NICK!" They start worrying about Bobby, then he start talking about something and a sledgehammer. My attention turned back to my self-dubbed baby as I heard the radio go off.
'Greater than man.'
I look at the car weirdly, slowly backing away from the car.
'Go.' Was all I heard before a high pitch sound went off causing the cars windows to shatter. Bobby looked around the yard obviously in shock and heartbroken at the destruction caused by the only car untouched by the sound.
"4 thousand" That was all I needed to hear and I was smiling like the Cheshire cat and yelled.
"I'M DRIVING"