Hey. I don't have anything to say, hope you like it.
I closed my eyes, I had a feeling dad was driving slow on purpose. He was enjoying my impatience. Well, if he insisted on prolonging this, then I would act as if I didn't care.
"Sam," I pulled my head back up and looked at him. "I got a little surprise." I looked around and realized he had taken us to a lot full of shiny new-
"Oh my god. Dad!" I shouted, this was too good to be true! "You gotta be kidding me."
"Yeah." he laughed. I looked at him confused. "I am. Did you really think I would get you a porch for your fist car?"
"Not cool." I slumped. "That wasn't funny." I knew he wouldn't spend money on something I 'would just wreck anyways.' So why did he still drive slowly through the lot? "I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day." I glared out my side.
"Oh come on. You know it was funny." he sped up a bit. I ignored him. You don't joke about things like that.
I watched as we pulled into the used car lot across the street.
"Lighten up." he said, making the turn.
I suddenly got a feeling and looked behind us, nothing unusual. I got slightly excited. As if something really good is going to happen today. I didn't understand it. I know this was my first car, but I'm so excited you'd think I know exactly what this car is going to be, and that it somehow brings great fortune.
Dad parked the car, obvious to my strange excitement. I got out, I seen a flash of yellow and I turned my head quickly. There was a yellow Camaro nearby. Compared to the rest, it looked pretty good.
"Hello, how can I help you two gentlemen?" some guy came up to us. I assumed he was the dealer.
"Well my son here, dad wrapped an arm around my shoulder, showing me off. I didn't object, my mind preoccupied. "We're going to buy his first car."
"You came to see me?" the guy asked, acting touched, though it was obviously a ploy to earn future business.
"Had to." I said. looking around the lot again.
"Well that practically makes us family. Uncle-" I stopped paying attention and shook his hand. I let dad tow me around the lot, not listening to a thing anyone said. I could pick out my own car. It wasn't that hard. The red one here had a large dent in the side. This faded blue one, obviously not the originally color, didn't look like it could even run. There were only a few I would even see myself driving.
We came to a stop in the last line-up. The one with the yellow Camaro.
"This one's got racing stripes." I commented, stepping next to the car. That wasn't what drew me to it, it was more of a very faint pull in the gut. I heard the dealer, what was his name? Bobby? Well, whatever his name was, he began babbling on about how he's never seen the car before. I set my hand on the side and the very faint pull in my stomach grew and I realized the better way to explain it was a pull in my heart, or soul. Whatever it was, I could definitely feel it, but not on me. Does that make sense?
At that second, I also felt the excitement multiply with the pull and I quickly got in. Dad laid a hand above the roof as I examined the interior. I wiped the center of the wheel off, there was a strange face symbol. I've never seen it before.
"You like this one?" Dad asked, I jumped slightly. I had been drowned in the strange happiness I was beginning to think wasn't even mine.
"Yeah." I looked up at him, I realized the door was shut. I don't remember shutting it. Had dad? He looked at the dealer, who was talking to one of his employees.
"How much?"
"Hmm, all considered, I'd say about 5 thousand." he said, slapping a hand down on the open passengers window. I flinched.
"Sorry, not going over four." Dad said. Didn't he realize how much of a necessity it was to get this car? I felt so down put for a second, I thought the world was going to end. Literary. But then I payed close attention to my emotions as they changed to determined. The changed seemed to draw back to the same spot the pull came from. If I concentrated, I could find these strong emotions all came from that spot and weak ones were moving with the stronger ones. The weak ones were my own. What's going on?
"Come on kid, out of the car." the dealer said. The doors locked, but I didn't notice completely.
"But," I racked my memory for something he'd said, maybe I could get on his good side. "You said cars pick their drivers!"
"Sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap father. Come on, out of the car." I frowned and made to open the door. At that moment, I heard the radio turn on a split second before a high pitched sound came from it and all the glass from every car shattered.
All except the Camaro's, and I was safe inside. Something strange is happening, I thought as the adults stood back up. The dealer looked around and held up four fingers. I have no idea what he said, all I know is the price has gone down.
First the pull, then the emotions. Not every car in the lot except this one has been damaged. I have no idea what's going on, but I knew I would find out. I just didn't know if I wanted to, but it didn't matter. Now did it?
Sorry for the super short chapter. I wrote this all in my spare time before I had to go to bed, have to get up extra early tomorrow, and I tried to make it so it would be longer and I would finish it tomorrow. But I just wrapped it up. I don't even know how.
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