Trash to treasure Chapter 2
Sorry this took too long to update. It's been...crazy. There really is no words to describle on what is going on over here. I'm gonna do better. I have to just get down to typing up the chapter. Please forgive me *bows* I really hope you like this. Be warmed, the character I m using is not from any of the movies.
Chapter 2
A heavy rain pelted Bumblebee, causing the dirt he sat in to splatter up and make him even dirtier. He was no longer the beautiful yellow camaro he once was. No longermoving has caused him to deterriate.
The following morning, the junk yard owner came to see what damage the storm had caused. He was a short fat man, baldnig, his small thin-rimmed glasses slid down his nose as his small dark eyes scanned the rain drenched area.
"Damn it all to hell..." he muttered.
The area was so mudding that some of the stuff had been completely covered, making it difficult to tell what it once was. Several of the junk cars had their windows down or broken windows. Their seats now soaked.
He muttered a string of curse words as he walked the mud covered junk yard which coated his old shoes. The soked through the soft material and soaked his sock.
With each step he took, the mud under his feet shifted causing him to slip. He threw up his hands to keep his balance and let out another long list of curse words. The sudden jerking movement caused a pain to shoot up his back.
As he walked further into the junk yard, he noticed that several items had fallen over due to the mud underneath them shifting.
'Well.' he thought. 'There isn't anything I can do about it...'
Ten am came and went and like any other day, he opened and like any other day, buisness was slow. It was mid Augist and boy was it hotIn no time, the mud had dried up, leaving everything a light brown.
He sat in his hot office sweating like a Thanksgiving Ham. Even in shortas and a t-shirt and several fans blowing on him, he just couldn't get any cooler.
By noon, nobody had come and he was bored. Absently he played with a pen, spinning it through his fingers and then tapped his lips with the tip.
The sound of dirt crunching pulled him out ofhis thoughts. A young woman who looked as if she were only sixteen walked up to the gate to sign in. She wore black boxers, a gaming t-shirt and grey sneakers. Her long light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
"Uh, hi. My name is Hana, I am hoping to buy a car."
The man smiled. "Yes. Please sign in and I will take you to the cars."
He watched as Hana signed the paper and dated it. Her handwriting was really neat.
"Alright Hana, my name is Bob. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to her.
"Hello, Bob. As you know I am Hana. Nice to meet you as well." She took his hand and shook it firmly.
"Follow me please."
Hana followed him through the poorly orginized dump to just past the middle where about a couple dozen cars sat. She didn't have much of an option.
"Don't get too many cars."
Slowly Hana walked around the cars. There was a 2000 Honda Accord, but the front was squished all the way to the front windshield. Every window had been broken out and now the entire inside had been completely soaked.
She shook her head and made her way to the next car. A 1993 240SX Hatchback. It looked nice on the outside, black with flames on the hood, but the inside was another story.
The plastic front dash was bleached and had a long crack on the passenger side. There was no back seat and the front passenger seat was missing as well.
There was several cars that looked as if a car chop shop had already gotten to them. Doors , the engine radios even wheels were missing. Most of the cars looked as if the cars didn't even run any mnore.
"Can you tell me which cars actually run?"
"Yes."
It wasn't too many, but there were just a few that looked as if they had potentual. Only one car cought her eye.
A beautiful yellow camaro sat there. Even with the slight damage to the hood and the side panals, the pant was only faded and the inside looked like it was in pretty good shape.
"Hey Bob?"
"Yes?"
"Does that start?"
"Hold on let me check."
Hana watched as Bob jogged back to his office and returned several minutes with the keys. By the time he got back, he was gasping for air and holding his sides from the sudden activity.
The door stuck a little as he tried to open it and when it did, it let out a groan as if it was protesting against being opened. He dropped down into the bucket seat , put the key into the egnition and turned. After several seconds, the engine roared to life. Hana smiled.
"How much would you like for it?"
"Ten -thousand."
"What?! For that?! Lok where we are at! Look at all that damage! Do you really think that somebody would pay that much?!"
After haggling for a while they agreed on a price, filled out a bunch of papers and by the end of all this Hana was driving away in her new-ish car.
The camaro's engine was loud, almost deafening. If she wasn't careful, she was speeding down the road. Theg as pedal was easily pushed.
'This is perfect. nd it's a better price than a dealership. '
Pulling up to her house, she hesitated. Her parents weren't the normal parents.
She was more like a slave to them. With what money she had saved from her part time job, she used to buy the car so she could get as far away as she could.
As she removed her keys, she noticed something on the floorboard. Leaning over, she picked it up. It was a small sliver of something, black, matalic maybe.
"Hm."
Whatever it was, it was very pretty. It would make a really pretty necklace.
Sighing she placed her eyes and the sliver into her purse and made her way up the driveway and toward the front door. Both of her parents were there to start their daily screaming at her.
TBC
I really hope you guys n gals like it. I'm gonna try getting the next chapters up. I have several written up already, it's just typing all that up. Thank you everybody for reading ^^