So first thing was first, the Camaro was not normal. My mind kept on replaying the whole shinnanigans that had happened.

Car had told me to get out through a Mission Impossible clip on it's radio. Car made sure Sam wouldn't crush me when I was hiding. Car had dented "extra clean" Volkswagon Bug. Car destroyed all other cars with shrieky volume on radio. Now the Camaro belonged to Sam.

When we were home, Sam went straight for his room. I went straight for mine.

So, I sort of have this secret. Call me crazy, I could care less. But most teens have addictions to cigarettes or alcohol. But nope. Not me. I'm addicted to guns. Yes. Guns. When I was nine, my grandpa took me to the forest to shoot pumpkins with a revolver and a 700 SPS rifle. The minute I pulled the trigger on the beautiful artillery, I was hooked. But dad saw my crazed love and never let me go to grandpa's house again.

But my addiction was rather strong, almost druggish. So, I broke into a pawn shop one night and stole a P22 pistol. Small and simple, I took it out shooting to a deep forest that was about a mile from my house. Soon it was a .45 ACP pistol. The stealing hadn't started until I was eleven. Anyways, like I did everyday after school, I started to polish the P22 that was under my matress.

Anyways, as soon as I was done with that, I decided it was time to tell Sam about my belief of the posessed Camaro. When I walked in to his room, Sam totally freaked and made his "scared face" it's funny looking actually, he has the face of a sad clown without face paint, then add a few double chins, cause he leans back, then you gotta conctipated looking Samuel, with his handsome scared face.

"What have I told you about KNOCKING?" Sam snapped. A light chuckle escaped my mouth from Sam's scared face, then I went back to buisness, "Sam, I'm your little sister. I do the opposite of everything you say. Anyways, we need to talk about the car," I replied. Sam lifted an eyebrow as if I was crazy, "You sound like mom when you talk like that," was all he could say.

I smirked, then continued, "Aren't you a little suspicious of the Camaro? I mean come on? As soon as the Bolivia guy says you can't buy it and you close the driver door, the passenger door opens by it self and 'BOOM!' the car next to it gets dented. Bolivia moves on to a new car, and suddenly, the windows of all the cars in the lot shatter, except for the Camaro. Is that the least bit suspicious to you?" I said.

"Like maybe it's possesed or something?" I added. Sam stared at me for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. My eyes slitted into daggers at my older brother. Soon tears were coming out his eyes, and then Sam's face turned serious and he stared at me again, "You know, I kinda think that is actually something YOU did. I mean, cars don't get possesed, Sophie. Like the passenger door hitting the car next to it? That was probably you. YOU were the one in the passenger seat,"

"The passenger door was locked, and how do you explain the exploding windows," I whipped right back at my brother. He was silent for a second, then our Chiuahah, Mojo, came barking and limping in the room with his back leg in a cast. Sam gave me a two second glare then plopped in his swivel chair and logged onto his eBay account. His username was ladiesman217. Sam is like any average teenage boy.

Obsessed with aneroxic nude models, bikini models, and a very popular girl in his school, Mikaela Banes. I had seen her in his year book. She really was quite pretty. Something that lots of girl's paid millioons of dollars to look like. Flowing wavy black hair, nice olive skin, ocean blue eyes, pearly whites that were perfectly straight, and naturally cherry red lips that weren't to huge or thin. But of course, Sam being as perverted as he was focused on her perfectly tight stomach and boobs. I always warned my brother that focusing on THOSE parts of the body weren't going to get him anywhere with the school beauty he had known since before I was born.

Of course though, Sam didn't listen. To make matters worse, if Sam were ever to take home any girl, especially into his jungle room, he would have to take down the swimsuit model posters that for some reason the parents didn't notice. Anyways, as soon as he did that, Mojo started to bark some more and Sam flung his arms up in irritation.

"Sophie, could you please go get Mojo's pain pills?" Sam groaned. I rolled my eys, then went under Sam's desk full of Great-Great Grandpa Witwicky's treasures that Sam was trying to sell to upgrade his car, or maybe just fix the old Camaro he had now. The specticles caught my eye, I could've sworn that something, like a skeleton or something, was squirming around in the glass of the specs.

My fingers wrapped around the cracked glasses, then Mojo barked and I snatched his pain pills quickly with the glasses and tossed them up to Sam.

He walked up to our crazed thing and popped the lid off, "Alright, this is the last one," Sam swore, Mojo started to crunch up the pills, "That dog is a crackhead," I smirked. Sam and I had these rare moments where we actually agreed with eachother, this was one of them. He nodded as I got out from under the table.

I grabbed a magnifying glass and put it to the glass of the lenses.

Little symbols with swirly lines, dots, and other distorted lines, that were see through, wiggled around on the cracks of the glasses.

"OH MY GOD!" I nearly screamed. Sam swung around and looked at me, "Are you okay?" my head nearly swung off as I shook it "no" very violently, Sam lifted an eyebrow and observed the specticles, he didn't seem to notice anything and shrugged. Then he looked at me, "I've got the car, now I gotta get the girl,"

"Mikaela?"

"Yup,"

"Stop staring at her boobs,"

"How do you know I do that? I mean, what makes you think I do that?"

A sigh escaped my mouth and my arms motioned to what felt like the millions of bikini model posters pasted on my brother's wall. He groaned and said,"Rome wasn't built in a day," a grin curled at my lips and I nodded.

Sam started squirting mouth wash in his mouth about twenty times. Then a disgusting load of calogne. I coughed and covered my mouth and nose. He rolled his eyes, then lightly spiked his shaved curly head. Soon my brother was looking like the dork I loved and hated, except he smelt really bad of Chocolate Axe.

Quickly, I grabbed a Hershey's bar on the desk and started to eat it. Sam stole a bite, then I quickly finished it before he could steal another one.

"I gotta go. No stealing any more of my chocolate," Sam announced. Sure, my brother was annoying as hell, but he really was my only friend. "Where?" I asked, my face falling. Sam rolled his eyes,"There's a party at the lake. You can't come, no girl will want me to take them home if you were with me."

My eyes shrunk and my hands balled up to fists,"But they will if Miles comes?" I snapped. Sam looked down uncomfortabally, then ran off with Mojo following him.

He had never mentioned it, but I knew Sam's douche-bag-thats-more-perverted-then-my-brother friend came with him every where. Quickly, I ran out of the house to the Camaro.

"GRASS!" dad snapped. I ignored him and went inside the car, then, I lowered my head to the radio, "Uh, car, could you please do me a favor and, like, zoom past Miles' house? Or break down in the middle of the road...yeah! Do that! Then as soon as Miles get's out of you...run for it! But make sure Sam is still in there," I pleaded. "Sure thing partner," a cowboy's voice crackled on the Camaro's radio. I grinned, "Thanks!" I squealed.

A/N: I know this is hella boring right now. But I promise action is coming your way!