Disclaimer: I do not, by any means own the characters of Miles Axelrod, Professor Zundapp, Grem, and Acer. These characters are owned by John Lasseter, creator and director of Cars and Cars 2. So, in that case, all credit of these four characters goes to the Disney and Pixar companies. Also, the story on entitled Young Lemons gave me the idea to write this story, so, thank-you to Mizar and Alcor, the author of that story for inspiring me to do this.
Chapter One:
Flights and Dorms
Point of View: Acer Hood
"Boys, get up, you have to get to the airport," our mom called from the kitchen. "Grem, why do we have to go to the airport again?" I asked my brother, though we are completely different models. "Don't you remember? We have to get on a flight to England so we can get to school," he told me. So, tiredly, we drove to the airport for the seven hour flight to London.
Point of View: Alexander Zundapp
(Professor Zundapp)
Ring, ring, ring my alarm went off and startled me I nearly fell out of my bunk. "Alexander, vill you turn that annoying thing off, it's too early," my sister complained. Once I turned off the alarm, I realized why it was set for three in the morning. "Oh no, I still have to pack!" I shouted and rushed down the ramp thinking about what I needed to bring with me to London. "Oh great, vere are my glasses, Mandy, have you-," just then, my little sister Mandy answered my unfinished question. "You put them by the lamp," she told me getting more annoyed with me. "Oh," I merely said. Once I put them on, I could see that I only had one hour to pack for London.
On the way to the airport, my mother kept asking if I had everything I needed. I was relieved when we finally arrived. At the entrance to the airport, my mother, father, and sister said their final good-byes to me. "We love you, Alexander," my mother said giving me a small kiss on the fender making me roll my eyes. Then I headed off to the security check-point.
"Aren't you a bit young to be flying by yourself, kid?" asked the car at the ticket scanner. I get asked this more than you'd think. Because I am a micro-car many think I'm younger than I really am and it very much annoys me. "I am fifteen, not ten," I told him firmly. He just nodded and let me pass. At the entrance to the jet, I asked where my row was. "Could you direct me to row nineteen?" I asked the flight attendant. "Yes, two rows behind the second lavatory," she said with a small smile. "Thank you," I said and drove down the aisle to my row.
Luckily, I had an aisle seat. I liked this because I wouldn't have to wake anyone up. Soon enough, we were on our way to London. I was exited, I have never even set tire once in England. But, then again, I was also nervous; we micro-cars are considered lemons. All through the flight, my mind was abuzz with images of what my new school would look like.
Point of View: Grem Hood
My brother and I where just about to board our flight when a security officer stopped us, "Aren't you two a bit young to be flying alone?" he asked us. "No, we're fifteen, and on our way to London for our new school," I told him slightly annoyed. "Move along then," he told us and we complied.
Once we boarded the flight, we were a mix of excitement and anxiety. "What do you think the school will look like, Acer?" I asked my brother. "I don't know, Grem," he said to me with a bit of worry in his voice. "Don't worry, Acer, it'll be fine," I said smiling at him. "Ladies and gentle cars, this is your jet speaking, we are about to begin our decent into London International Airport. Please, make sure your tray-tables are stowed your electronic devices are turned off, and remain in your seat until the grounded sign is on. Have a nice day and thank you for flying with me," said our jet, and about two minutes later, we were heading down the ramp and getting our very first look at London.
Point of View: Miles Axelrod
"Mum, I am sorry to say that I'm nervous," I said to my mum, just before I left home. "Miles, you don't be nervous," she told me, and may I say, that 'don't be nervous' is the worst thing to say to a nervous car. I waved good-bye one last time before heading on my way to the most advanced school in England, and most likely the world.
About ten or fifteen minutes later, I reached the school. At first glance, I was in awe, many cars, from many countries, all gathering in one place. To say the least, it was overwhelming.
"Guten-tag," I heard come from behind me, I turned around to see a small car behind me. "Oh, hello, are you lost, or are you meant to be here?" I asked, not knowing anything about this car. "I am supposed to be here, but I'm not sure vhere to go right now," said the small car with a German accent. "You and me both, oh, my name is Miles Axelrod by the way," I said to the unfamiliar car. 'Please, don't let him notice that I'm a lemon,' I thought to myself. "It is good to meet you, Miles. My name is Alexander Zundapp," he said to me, I noticed something about his body that told me he may be a lemon. "You wouldn't happen to be a lemon, would you?" I asked quietly, as not to be overheard. At this time, I had also noticed that Alexander had eye-glasses. He looked around a bit, as if to make sure that no other cars where listening to us, then he finally answered. "Yes, I am," he said in almost a whisper.
Point of View: Alexander Zundapp
After Miles asked me if I was a lemon, I was shocked, but I answered honestly. "Yes, I am," Miles gave me a small smile and quietly said, "I am, too," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I smiled at Miles, happy to know I wasn't alone. "I think ve need to start heading into the school," I said, still smiling. Miles nodded and we went inside with a wave of new students.
While heading inside, I stayed pretty close to Miles so I wouldn't get crushed. Because of my small size, I always worried about driving in crowds and getting hit. I was also considered a nerd in school, I was smart, had a bow-tie, had perfect grades, and last but not least, I had glasses.
Point of View: Acer Hood
Grem and I got envelopes at the door and were told not to open them until we were told to. Then we drove into an auditorium and found two empty spaces next to each other and parked there. After about half an hour, a tan car on the stage told everyone they could open the envelopes. The sound of ripping paper filled the room, followed by loud chatter as all the cars compared schedules and dorm numbers. "What room are you in, Grem?" I asked my brother. "Um, ninety-six," he said looking at his paper. "Hey, me too, give me some tread," I said. Then we started making our way to the dorms.
Point of View: Miles Axelrod
While entering the building, I received an envelope, and Alexander did too. We found two spaces next to each other and parked there. Once all the cars were parked, we were told to open our envelopes. I quickly scanned the page and found the room number. "What room are you staying in, Alexander?" I asked my new friend. Alexander hesitated for a moment before he answered. "Room ninety-six, vat about you, Miles?" he said to me with his strong German accent. "The same room, number ninety-six," I said happily and then we made our way to the dorm.