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(Kesha)
Cold, that was all I felt for some reason I was cold. "Ron Ron their little girl in our back yard" yelled a women. Did I leave the TV on last night and they still playing the movie I never hear this part before and why am I so cold. "What do you mean there a little girl in our back yard" yelled a men. O.k. now I know I never hear this part of the movie and WHY AM I SO DAMM COLD. I open my eyes and the first thing I see is that I'm lying on the ground. Why am I outside on the glass I asked myself? "Hey, kid are you all right" asked the men who name I know is Ron. I put my hand over my head "Yeah I'm o.k." I said looking up to the men and lady who found me. My eyes wired, standing right in front me were Ron and Judy Witwicky . Claim down now Kesha they could just look like them. "Can you tell us your name little girl" asked the women name Judy. Why they keep calling me a little girl, men I know I look like 15 year as an adult but come on even teenagers don't like to be call little. "My name is Kesha may I ask what you're names are" I asked. "Well Kesha ours names are Ron and Judy Witwicky and we find you pass out on our back yard can you tell us why and where are your mom and dad." Judy asked. When Mrs. Witwicky said there last name I thought well shit and panic in the inside.
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Ron and Judy stared at the caramel chocolate skinned girl, she had dark brown eyes, and her hair was like a brown sanded brick color like an earth color. She was wearing an Anime T-shit that said Over 9000, with gray shots on, she didn't have on any kind shoes on her feet. The girl looked like she was about 8 years old. After Kesha got over her panic attack she came to terms that she in the TFM but witch one. Kesha stand up off the ground and notes that she was shorter then before but she didn't care right now "I don't know I'm sorry I didn't have a place to go" Kesha said with a sad innocent child face because it was the truth she didn't have a place to go. Judy gasp and felt sorry for the poor girl "You don't have a home you poor thing. Don't worry you can come and live with us" Judy said smiling at the girl pulling her into the house. "Judy wait we can't just let her stay here" Ron argues following after them. Judy stops and looked at her husband and gave him a look that said if you say anything you're sleeping on the couch. Ron backed off as Kesha eyes wonder around the house it look just like in the movie. She walk around for a bit before finding a mirror she gasp, standing right there in the mirror was her 13 or 14 year old self. Not only she in the TFM she also age backward WTFH. "Mrs. Witwicky can you tell me what year it is" Kesha asked. Judy smile "Its July 6, 2006" she said. Kesha cruse every single cruse word she know in her mind she was 12 years old again. Kesha caver her face with one hand "Why me" she whimper to herself. "Oh dear I almost forgot how old are you" Judy asked. Kesha remove her hand and took a deep breath "I'm 12 years old I be 13 on October the 9th" Kesha said.
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A year pass scenic I met the Witwicky's, Sam was an alright guy when I got to know him. Ron was funny and o.k. in a way and Judy was well I don't know how to put it with her but she o.k. too. I was pissed off as hell when I had to go back to middle school again I'm in the 7th grade now ANAGIN making me 13. My birthday hasn't come yet its Sept 24, 2007 now and I know they were coming and I know Sam going to get Bumblebee soon. All I have to here is "Hey Kesha come on we're going out to pit out my car" Sam yelled form outside the front door way. I jump up and ran pass Sam to the car " Come on Sam what are you waiting for" I said with a big smile on my face as my enter fangirl screams. I jump into the back while Sam climbed into the front. Ron drives past a Porsche dealer "I've got a little surprise for you, son." he said. "No, no, no, no! Dad! Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Sam yelled ecstatic.
"Yeah, I am. You're not getting a Porsche!" Ron said laughing. I couldn't help but giggle a little the look on Sam face was too much. "You two think this is funny" Sam frowned. I caver my mouth to hide my smile as we approached a rundown car lot. "Yeah, I think it's funny and Kesha thinks so too" Ron chuckled again. I hold my hands up "Hey don't put me in this" I said. "You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?" Ron laughed. "I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing." Sam muttered as we drove past a strange clown. "Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke." Ron reasoned. A man in his middle ages walked out of his office, surveying car dealership. "Manny!" He yelled. "What?" Manny replied. "Get your cousin out of that damn clown suit. He's having a heat stroke again. Scaring white folks." The black man replied. "I'm hot! Makeup's melting. Hurts my eyes." said clown spoke, waving his sign.
"Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said... You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad." Sam cried, motioning to the down cars in front of us. I shook my head if I had a dad would he been like this I wonder. I looked around and surveyed the rest of the cars. All of them were rusty and worn down. To me it looked like a car guck yard. "When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and as engine." Ron remarked. I rolled my eyes when my mom was 14 she had her own car and it wasn't even guck. Yeah my mom could drive at the age 14 but she also drive it into store wall. "Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old-Virgin?" Sam asked, stopping Ron. "Yeah" I said giggle. That movie was just wrong. "Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-year-old-virgin." He, motioning to car next to him. "Okay. You want me to live that life? Hm?" Sam pressed. "No sacrifice, no victory." Ron chanted the old Witwicky motto. Sam and I have heard it a thousand time before and I'm not even a Witwicky. "Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, Dad." Sam interrupted.
"Right." Ron sighed. A large man strode over to Ron and Sam. "Gentlemen. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" He asked Ron hand. "Well, my son, daughter and I are here looking to buy my son his first car." Ron explained a hand on Sam's shoulder and motioning to me. I never thought I could become the Witwicky daughter but it happen and me and Judy been having a lot of girl time together. "You had to see me?" Bobby asked, seemingly shocked. "We had to." Sam replied. "That practically makes us family." Bobby smiled. "Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He shook Sam's hand firmly. "Sam" Sam introduced himself. "And I'm Kesha." I introduced myself. Bobby nodded my way.
