So here is the first chapter of the remastered version, some parts are the same but also some are changed. I had finished rewriting this yesterday but I'm only posting it now as I wanted to go over it while not half a sleep but it looked good, so I'm posting it now. I'll be working on the next soon.
Please let me know what you thing afterwards by reviewing, it would help greatly.
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Chapter 1: Grades
Nora's POV
The clock ticked unbearably slow. I tapped my pencil on the side of my desk to the time of each tick until my brother reached over, obviously annoyed, and snatched it away from me. Sending a glare his way, I reached into my backpack and pulled out another one. I was rewarded with a defeated sigh making me smirk lightly.
"Samuel Witwicky?"
At his name, Sam scrambled to his feet and stumbled to the front of the class. Sighing, I looked at my paper as Sam got flicked in the forehead with a folded piece of paper.
"Who did-? Who did that? People. Responsibility." The teacher gave a hollow warning. We all knew that it was Trent and we all knew he wouldn't stop at any chance he had to be tease my brother. He kicked the back of my chair and I just growled, sparing a glance over my shoulder at the smirking idiot. He winked at me and I shivered. Trent was obnoxious and a huge blockhead, but he's always had the hugest crush on me since the 5th grade. The class laughed as Sam said "seaman" and once more for "sextant".
The teacher help up a "silence" sign twice but his intentions were futile as the bell rang and the students rushed to get away from him. Gathering my stuff into my bag, I walked up to Sam.
"I'll see you in the car?"
"Yeah. Hey, can I get you a great deal on this! 50? 40!"
Shaking me head, I exited the class. Sam always wanted to sell poor Grandfather Witwicky's stuff. I think I would be utter pissed if my grandchild tried to sell my stuff I left to my family. After making a quick stop at my locker to grab my skateboard, I make my way out to dad's car. Laughing, dad watched me a I climbed into the back seat.
"Someone looks happy!"
"Hell yeah, I got my 3 A's and the thousand Sam asked me to get. It's all up to him to get that final A," I said as I punched the air with my right hand. Dad just laughed and looked over at the over-excited brother of mine that had made his way over. I sat further between the driver and passenger seats, looking hopefully at my brother, "So...?"
"Sooo, I got an A!" Sam blurted excitedly as he collapsed into the passenger seat, his graded paper in his hand.
"No way!" I shirked happily, giving Sam a awkward one arm hug. I heard a chuckle in the back of my mind, making me give a chuckle through my nose.
Dad reached out a hand, "Let me see that. You're waving it to much, I can't see it."
"It's an A- but it's still an A."
Both me and Sam held our breaths as dad looked it over. He sighed and gave a warm smile, "Okay, okay. It's an A."
A victory cheer was in order and Sam and I probably looked like total idiots, but we didn't seem to care at the moment. Dad just shook his head and chuckled at us, pulling into the slow flow of after-school traffic. I relaxed into the back seat and watched the scenery, wondering what kind of car we would get. Hopefully it was fast, and kind of a muscle car but something not to- my thoughts stopped short as dad pulled into a Porches lot. Sam was spazzing over it as I practically drooled over some of these cars.
"No way!"
That was all I heard before dad chuckle. That bastard, messing with our heads.
"Shut up Sam. He's just messing with us."
My hand met the back of Sam's head as he stared at dad in disbelief, then I saw a pout coming on. Smiling, I looked at the car lot dad was pulling into. Groaning, I looked at the clown, he was mumbling something about it being hot and make up. I poked dad in the shoulder as he pulled to a stop.
"You have to be kidding me dad. Really? This place is a dump!" I was complaining as we all got out. Dad just smiled and was about to say something as a dark skinned man walked over to us.
"What can I do for ya'?"
"Yeah I'm here to get my son and daughter their first car," Dad put an arm around my shoulder as the that man held out a hand.
"And you chose ol' Bobby here to buy from? Nu-uh we're family now. Uncle Booby B, baby, uncle Bobby B."
Sam shook his hand wearily as I began to wander around the lot. There was several old, rusty cars that never got a second glance. I was about to turn back when I heard Primus's voice. "Look again young one." I did as he asked and right there was a yellow with black racing strips, Chevy Camaro.
I started walking towards it. I wasn't a complete car junkie but I have more knowledge then Sam and know when to appreciate a fine car as this one. As I neared, I ran my pale hand across the hood, barely touching it as I got to the driver's door. I could've sworn it shivered but I was to busy admiring the interior of the car to gave it any second thoughts.
"Hey Sam?"
"What?"
"How about this one?" I was half shouting to my brother. Who was the other side of the lot. As I slid into the drivers seat. My hands went up to the steering wheel and smoothed my palms on it. This car felt good, the seats almost contorted to my body and the car raised and lowered slowly, almost like a sigh. Sam appeared at the window, glancing inside, "Wow."
He then opened the door, "Move over."
I stuck my tongue out at him but did as he asked me, scooting into the passenger seat. I was admiring the inside still, the frame of the car was I good shape and it held the car perfectly, the leather seats were the same colour as the car as well as the strips and the material was softened with years of good use. It was perfect, "God, Sam, we have to get this car. Look at it!" I then muttered under my breath: "How did it end up in a dump like this?"
Dad then appeared next to the car as did Bobby B before Sam could get a word out, Dad spoke up "How much?"
"Given the semi-classic of the car-"
I gave a snort, "Semi-classic? Dude, this thing is a beautiful vintage car."
"Well, little lady, mind tellin' me why it's a 'beautiful vintage car'?" Bobby B glared at me through the passenger side open window.
I opened my mouth to reply but Sam nudged my shoulder. A sure enough sign to tell me to shut the hell up, "Ignore her. She's a bit of a hot-head."
Dad continued to talk to Bobby B as I sat back in the passenger seat with my arms crossed and a pout tugged at the bottom lip. I could see Sam smirking out the corner of my eye and he swiped a thumb across the middle of the steering wheel. It revealed a symbol of some sort. I leaned in closer, my curiosity getting the best of me. It looked like the symbol of what Primus had, only Primus had half though that included me I have the same mark as Primus on my lower back.
Completely ignoring the conversation between my dad and Bobby B for a split second. I began to reach for it, something compelling me to touch it, when me and Sam were snapped forcibly into reality as dad patted the top of the car, then Sam's shoulder, telling us to get out.
"But dad!" I whined, giving him my biggest puppy dog eyes.
"No, Nora. C'mon and get out. I'm not paying over $4,000 for a car you and Sam will undoubtedly wreak."
Sam grumbled to himself, getting out, when Bobby B climbed into a dingy, 1970-some odd VM bug, stating that it was 4 thousand and a beaut. I turned my head back to the wheel.
"Hmm... Primus?" I whispered.
"Yes child?" he appeared in a see through form that only I or other of his child can see.
"The symbol on the wheel, what side is it?" Primus looked over and put him ghost hand on it, smiling he turned back to me.
"Autobot, Child, the good side."
"Is that why you asked me to look again, and it can understand and hear us right."
Primus simply nodded him head, short blue hair flopping up and down as he did so, then disappeared.
"Okay, do what you have to Autobot, please!" I whispered and patted the dash broad.
I tried to get out but my door was jammed and a tiny smile appeared on my face. After a few tugs and pulls, the door swung open, hitting the car Bobby B was in. I practically fell out, staring wide-eyed at the car I had just hit.
"Nora!" Dad said looked really red.
"I didn't do it on purpose dad! I swear! The door was jammed!" I held up my hands in surrender trying not to laugh as Bobby B shouted to his friend about getting the dents out, and then forced a strained laughs. I rolled my eyes and gently closed the passenger door, patting the top of the car before walking to the middle of the car lot with my brother. Suddenly, I heard a radio tuning and as I turned back to the Camaro, a high pitch emitting from the said car's radio. I hit the ground, my arms covering my head and my smirk from all the glass. Sam and Dad followed sit, Sam giving a scream as he did too.
I got up and looked at all the cars; every car's windows and wind shield shattered. Turning, I saw that the only car untouched was the Camaro. Bobby B scrambled to his feet and turned every which direction before whipping around to my father, holding up four fingers and his voice cracking.
"Four Thousand!"
I smirked and raised my right fist up, clenching it a little, whispering a yes. I heard Primus chuckle again.
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I hummed contently from the passenger seat of me and my brothers new car. I had been spacing out for a while before my brother had fond his voice.
"Nora?"
"Hmm?" I turned to Sam who had a bit of a troubled expression, "What's wrong, Sam?"
"Are you... okay?"
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I gave him an odd look. That was a peculiar question, for my brother...
"No reason, it's just you've been spacing out a lot more then you usually do!"
I gave him a soft laugh that turned into a big yawn, "I'm fine Sam, just exhausted. I've been helping out with the after school P.E clubs for extra credit, that and I actually participate in P.E and run the mile like we're supposed to."
"Hey! You and I both know that I have underdeveloped muscles that can't take that kind of strain for that long!" he quietly yelled at me, it was more like he was trying to convince more himself then me! Ha!
I began to laugh before it turned into a massive yawn. Even the car's radio, who had been playing soft rock songs at a quiet tone, had sputtered as if it had choked out a laugh. Sam gave the radio a glare before attempting to punch it. I swatted away his hand tiredly.
"Sam, don't injure it or I'm gonna injure you!" The threat was there but was empty when a huge yawn erupted from me during 'you' and my brother laughed quietly, patting my knee gently.
"We still have a ways to go, why don't you kick back and get some sleep?"
A protest started at my lips but then turned into yet another yawn. My brother, knowing I would try to argue, laughed at me again. Giving in, I snuggled deeper into the conformable seat and rested my head against the back of it. I was to tired to notice that no one touched my seat belt when it tightened slightly against me.
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Thank god it was a Saturday. Unfortunately my parents don't care. I had been eating Lucky Charms and watching SpongeBob for only a few minutes when my brother came stumbling down the stairs.
"Mum left a list of chores on the fridge, " I said over my shoulder, not bothering to pay him any mind. Sam groaned and snatched the note.
Sam & Nora
Your father and I had to got out for some errands. Here's a list of chores we'd like you to do when we're gone.
-floor
-your rooms
-windows
-dishes
-back porch
we love you.
-mum
P.S Sam, take your sister with you to the party. I don't want her home alone.
Sam groaned again, "Do I have to take you?"
I rolled my eyes and huffed saying: "Stop complaining Sam. I'm gonna just stay home anyway, I don't care what mum says I can stay home by myself."
Sam laughed in relief making me glare at him when I got up and washed my bowl before placing it in the dishwasher. My brother gave me a lopsided hug before ruffling my blue hair. He blinked before frowning.
"What are you going to do will at home if you don't want to come?" Sam asked from the other side of the kitchen making his breakfast.
"I'll probably just watch TV or draw, maybe study some" I gave him a quick answer with an eye roll when I glanced out the window towards our car/ Alien robot before saying "Hey, the car wasn't that dirty yesterday was it?"
Sam joined me at the window and scrunched his eyebrows, "I don't think so. H-hey! Where ya' goin'?"
So he finally noticed I had left. I was already walking up the stairs, "I'm going to change and then give our car a bath."
"But what about our chores?"
"I'll sweep the back porch and windows if you do the dishes and mopping for me!" I spared him no other word when I closed my bedroom door.
Digging for a old shirt that was two sizes to big and some shorts, I yanked then on while looking for my brush. Glancing at the mirror when I hopped by, I grimaced. My hair, God, I'm going even going to go into detail. After brushing it I pulled my hair into a braid with my bangs still in front of my face (or like eyes mainly my left, but ya know).
Sometimes I would be questioned as to why I would hang out with Sam. I would say we're related and then they would give me a blank stare. Can't say I blame them. Since my accident and I met Primus I not longer have brown hair I have blue hair and I not longer have forest green eyes but blue with a small ring of red. My parent were worried when they saw my look after the accident the doctor don't know what happened, and I played dumb.
I pulled the top up and ran two of my fingers over the scars on my stomach where I had the most damage. I had two broken ribs one sticking out and the other almost sticking out, I had other scars on my body but they weren't as visible as those two. I quickly pulled down my top and looked at myself. Scanning the mirror, I knew every curve and line of my body. My blue hair would normal would stop just before my waist but it was in a braid making it shorter then it really was and my bangs covered my left eyes which splits into two parts (my hair is parted weirdly) I even had pale skin which makes my eyes and hair stand out more. I was the the same high as my brother. I had a nice size torso with nice size legs too, my chest was big but not to big. A lot of people said I was quite beautiful, but I found myself normal. I shrugged and jogged down the stairs and out the back door, not even bothering with shoes.
"Nora! Don't forget that the cleaning stuffs under the sink!" Sam called from somewhere upstairs
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As I made my way to my room I heard my brother leave with Bumblebee, I chuckled remembering back to when I had secretly talked to him while trying not to catch my brothers attention. Worked better then I thought it would.
Closing my bedroom door behind me out of habit, I went searching through my drawers to find something to put on. I grabbed a long sleeved belly top that was grey with different soft colours 'knitted' into it with that I had simple grey leggings.
I turned and looked over my shoulder into my mirror, wrapping my arms around my waist my eyes trailed down to the 'birthmark' I was given after I received Primus' power. I closed my eyes tightly, I've had the feeling some thing's going to happen recently, I guess it's finally starting? Huh, Primus?
It was silent for a few moments before I felt Primus stir within my mind, "Indeed young one. I wish I could tell you more but I feel I do not have the right, I can only warn you that yourself and Sam are going to have a major role in this fight."
I sighed and nodded. Clicking my fingers as I sat down at my desk and pulled out my art book and grabbed a pencil. Might as well do something to help pass the time.
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