Finally writing a new story. I'm not sure where I am going exactly with this story, so I am open to suggestions! I'm going to start with the first movie, and go through the third. But after Dark of the Moon, I'm going to do my own thing. Because let's be honest. The newer movies are trash. Most of the story will be between movies. Expect updates around Sundays. Hopefully weekly. Sorry for any storyline errors, I haven't seen this movie in a while. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1

2:45pm. Fifteen minutes to go. Another fifteen minutes of wasting away in this damn classroom. Sitting in my 6th hour history class was always the final stretch of my day. Sitting in the back of the class away from the jocks and my older brother and his friends. Ah, yes. My dear older brother. 10 months between us, yet I felt years ahead of him. Samuel was a little off. Freshly 17 years old, and yet has the emotional intelligence of a 13 year old boy. Momma's boy at that. That is why he got to go buy a car after school today. If he gets this final A that is.

"Sam Witwicky, you're up!" our teacher called. Ugh. He was the reason this class made my day hell.

"Here we go," I muttered as my brother gathered up our great-great-grandfather's belonging and awkwardly fumbled up to the front of the room.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." He dumped the contents of his bag onto the front desk and he tried to gather himself. I cringed as I watched my brother make an idiot out of himself.

"Watch this." I looked up a few rows ahead of me to see Trent DeMarco smirk at his girlfriend Mikaela Banes as he flicked a paper football at Sam. How mature. Trent and Mikaela were the hot couple at the moment at good ole' Tranquility High School. And of course my goofy brother was head over heals for the damn girl.

"Okay for my family genealogy repor-" my brother didn't get to finish when the paper hit his face.

"Who did- who did that? People, responsibility!" The teacher tried to control the class. When the class laughed again the teacher quickly help up his "Quiet!" sign and motioned for Sam to go on.

"Okay, well. So 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 forty-one brave sailors into the Arctic Shelf." He took out one of our great-great-grandfather's maps and showed them where the circle was.

I rolled my eyes out of boredom because I knew this story so well. All our Dad talked about was our grandfather. "No sacrifice, no victory." The old Witwicky motto.

"So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth century seamen." Once again the teacher's sign was put into the air. "This here is the quadrent, which you can get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale by the way. Like this sextant here. Fifty dollars. Now these are pretty cool." He held up our great-great- grandfather's glasses for the class. "These are my great grandfather's glasses. I haven't gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things."

"Are you going to sell me his liver, Sam? This isn't show and sell, it is the eleventh grade. I don't think your great grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." I didn't attempt to hide my smirk as Sam once again became flustered.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." Sam, for the love of God. I don't know what pissed me off more. Sam trying to sell our family belongings, or the fact he was getting a car before I get too.

"Sam!"

"Sorry. Well, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he discovered." Thankfully, the bell rang and everyone quickly filed out of the classroom.

"Okay, there might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight!" How is it a pop quiz if we know about it.

I quickly pushed past my brother as he tried to sell his junk to the passing students. As if anyone would actually want to buy any of that shit.

"I'll be in the car." I deadpanned without glancing at Sam. I didn't want to watch him try to kiss up to the teacher for an A, which I knew he didn't receive. I'd say a solid C+, maybe a B-.

"Alright E." I gave him a thumb up as I walked out of the door.

At my locker I quickly shoved all of my stuff into my bag until I heard a slight thud on the other side of my locker door. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I slowly shut my locker door and looked at Trent who was now smirking down at me.

"Can I help you, Trent?" I asked as I gave him a blank stare. I'm so sick of this kid. After years of saying no and he just won't back off. Even when he already has a girlfriend. What a loser.

"I think you could." He winked down at me with a smile. I turned to walk away and was disappointed when he followed me.

"Hey there is a party later tonight at the lake. Why don't you join me?" He quickly kept up with me as I walked out of the school. I was relieved to see my Dad's green car right in front of the school.

"You mean join you and your girlfriend?" I said smartly as I quickly made my way down the steps. He was smart to not follow me.

I flung my backpack into the back seat and crawled in after it.

"Hey sweetheart." My dad greeted. "Where is your brother?"

I glanced back towards the school doors and sighed.

"Fighting for his car."

My dad chuckled as my brother came bursting through the school doors and waved a paper in the air. He jumped in the car and threw his bag into the back, hitting me with it in the process.

"A-! It's still an A though, right?" Sam said as he shoved the paper in my dad's face.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." Dad ripped the paper out of Sam's hands and examined it. "Yeah, it's an A."

"So I'm good?"

"Yea, you're good." We pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. We drove for a few minutes before Dad pulled into a Porsche dealership.

"I got a little surprise for you Sam."

I sat up and glared at my Dad and my brother. No. No way. If Sam got a Porsche for his first car I would be so pissed.

"No, no, no, no! Dad! Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Sam started to bounce in his seat as he smiled at the cars surrounding us. What a moron.

"Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Dad started to laugh at Sam's shocked expression.

"You think that's funny?"

"Yeah, I think it's funny. You really thought I'd get you a Porsche? For your first car?" My dad laughed as we pulled out of the dealership and into the dealership across the street.

"I don't want to talk to either of you for the rest of this whole thing?"

"What the hell did I do?" I glared at Sam's reflection in the mirror.

"You laughed." Yeah I did. Because you're a dumbass.

Sam seemed to have noticed where we were now shopping. Bobby Bolivia's car dealership. What a bunch of junk. I scoffed at the old rusted cars that filled the lot. I knew my Dad was cheap, but damn. I doubted that half these cars would ever even run again.

"Here? Oh, Dad, come on! You said half a car, not half a piece of crap!" Sam whined as he looked at the cars.

"When I was your age, I would have been happy with four wheels and an engine."

"Dad, that was a very long time ago. Come on. This place is full of junk!" I tried to help my brother out, but I knew my Dad wouldn't budge. We got out of our car and walked up to the building, where a few cars sat.

"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?" My brother asked.

"Yeah?"

"Okay. Well that's what this is," he motioned to one of the cars," and this is the 50-year-old virgin." He said as he motioned to the other car.

"You really want me to live that life?"

"Honestly, Dad. That's already where he is heading." My brother glared at me and elbowed my side.

"No sacrifice-"

"Yea, we got it. No sacrifice, no victory. The old Witwicky motto." Sam snorted as he finally gave up. The argument ended as a middle aged black man walked out of the building.

"Gentlemen! Bobby Bolivia, like country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" This man was a joke. I already knew we were about to get ripped off.

"Well, my son here is looking to buy his first car." My dad motioned to Sam.

"You come to see me?"

"Had to." Sam said with a straight face. The man was unphased though and continued.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He laughed obnoxiously.

"Sam, let me talk to you," he led us to some nearby cars, "Your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something. A driver don't pick the car. The car picks the driver."

"It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of them."

When no one said anything, he continued.

"Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy. Hey, mammy!" he waved at an older black woman that sat in a nearby yard. She flipped him off in response. "Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch."

As he kept talking I followed Sam over to a nearby car. It was an old yellow Camaro with black racing stipes down the middle. It definitely didn't fit in with the rest of the cars in the lot. My brother started to climb into the car as my Dad and Bobby walked up.

"How much?" Dad asked.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job-"

"Yeah, but its faded." Sam cut the man off.

"Yeah, but its custom."

"It's custom faded?" I raised my brow at the man. That was bullshit and he knew it.

"Well, it's your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand." Shit. Sam's limit is four.

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Dad shook his head at the man.

"Alright, kid. Out the car."

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam tried to argue.

"Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father." Bobby snapped back. That was great customer service.

"There's a Fiesta over there with racing strips." Dad tried to lighten the situation.

"No. I don't want a Fiesta with racing stipes." Sam pouted.

As Bobby began walking to another car, the Camaro's door popped open and hit the car next to it, leaving a pretty good sized dent.

"No worries. I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out." Ethical. "Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out baby!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise and "Greater than man" could be heard coming from one of the radios before all of the car's windows shattered except the Camaro. We quickly covered out ears and ducked a bit.

Bobby looked around devastated at all of the money he must have just lost.

"Four thousand!" He held up four fingers as he started to have a mild meltdown.

Lucky Sammy.

So short first chapter. I just wanted to get something out there. Sorry I didn't do much of an into for my OC, that will come in the next chapter. Pretty much she is Sam's younger sister by 10 months. They are in the same grade. Her name is Amelia. Picture her as average height, tan skin, dark brown hair, athletic build and green eyes. Not sure if I want to include the twins in this movie, or have them come after the events of Mission City. Let me know what you think. Please review, and favorite! Thank you for reading! Next chapter will be better, and I will probably rewrite this chapter once I get a few more out.