OMG! Guys I am soooooo SORRRRY! Life got out of hand! I am officially a highschool graduate though! =] I felt soooo bad for making y'all wait that I made this chapter extra long. I am not happy with it but I have readers! EVERYONE give thanks to shinigami kitten tvhg for beta-ing this chapter! Without her this would be awfuller (yes I said awfuller) than it is so please enjoy it and leave me some feedback peeps! And PLEASE check out my other story that I have started called 'Not so Different, Maybe.' That little plot bunny has been in my head forever! So please go see what its all about and leave me some feedback for that. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR PATIENTLY WAITING!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Magic school bus or Transformers. If I did I would be out riding in my own magic school bus! Saia is mine and so is the plot.

I watched as the amazing car left. What is going on here? I don't know but I'm going to find out.

I finally went back inside and heard my father rustling in his room. I went to my room and since his room is on the way I stole a quick glance into his room and saw him stuffing clothes into a large duffle bag. I made to enter my room but he called to me.

"They called me to a last minute meeting…in Tokyo." He just looked at me. I froze in my steps wondering what he was talking about when it suddenly dawned on me that he was talking about his job. He sold computer programs and whatever parts are needed for computers.

"When are you leaving?" I asked softly as not to excite him while he is in such a disturbing state of calm.

"I'm leaving in about twenty-five minutes." He answered back just as softly. "I'm sorry."

I honestly don't know why he is apologizing and it was freaking me out. He never does this kind of crap. "I left some money in the drawer by the door so you can eat." He told me while looking at me like he actually cared whether I actually ate or not.

...

"Ok" I answered uncertainly. I don't know what he wants from me. "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?

"Like what?"

"First you almost kill me and now you're acting like it never happened and you want to apologize?"

"FUCK YOU" I screamed at him like no tomorrow, ignoring the pain on my back from the deep inhale of the animalistic scream that escaped my whole being. Why my father looked genuinely shocked and taken back is beyond me. I think I just snapped and I can feel the beating already. We just stared at each other. I was watching him like a caged tiger and him watching me just as closely with that calm look.

We just…stared.

And stared.

And stared.

HONK! HONK HOOOOOONK!

"That would be my cab" He said, breaking me from my trance.

"That's all you can say?" I deepened my voice and said mockingly "That would be my cab!"

"Now is NOT the time for this Sai-Sai." He snapped at me.

I blinked. He hadn't called me Sai-Sai since I was really little. He watched me closely for my reaction but I was determined not to let him see it.

HONK! HONKHONKHONKHONK!

"I have to go" He just looked at me and picked up his bag and made his way to the front door. I followed him silently seething. He opened the front door and I saw the cabbie guy standing impatiently at the back of his cab with the trunk popped.

"Come on eh?" He snapped at my father in an undistinguishable accent. He stalked forward and snatched my dad's bag and threw it in the trunk and with a quick snap the trunk was closed. My father walked to the cab, got in and waved awkwardly at me before the cab peeled off in a haze of smoke.

What the hell just happened? I feel so out of it right now. I feel like I don't know what's going on. My father just left for a trip that I am sure he won't be back until the end of the month. I bet I look kind of stupid just standing in my doorway acting as a fly trap the way my mouth was hanging open. I made to close the door but something caught my eyes. I immediately snapped the door closed and locked every available lock on it. I crouched painfully low and kind of…hop-jumped over to the window looking to the street. I moved the curtain slightly aside and peeked out and what I saw made me gasp loudly and drop the curtain quickly.

There across the street from my house was that Camaro I had been admiring a few hours ago. I gained enough courage to rise to the window and peek again. Yet again this Camaro was driverless and creeping me out even more. I got up and cautiously made my way to the kitchen suddenly feeling ravenous. With the Camaro gone from my mind like a magic trick, I started my hunt for food. I eventually settled on a T.V. dinner I found in the freezer. I finished that up and made my way to the front of the house noticing along the way how late it had gotten. I could barely see in front of me. I didn't want to risk turning on a light because whatever is out there might see me and…yeah you get the picture.

I crouched down again in front of the same window as before and pulled the curtain slightly to the side and balked at the sight. That Camaro was still there and what it was doing just about made me pass out. Do not laugh at me when I tell you this but I swear that it was rocking side to side as if listening to a bouncy tune. I SWEAR IT! I then realized I screamed that out loud and I promise you that the car stopped in mid-rock and just seemed to freeze.

Should I go out there?

NO you stupid girl!

Who the hell are you?

Well …I'm you.

You're shitting me right? I don't talk to myself. That is for crazy people only.

Then what are you doing now?

Damn. Why do you have to sound so freaking smug about it?

I'm you. Shit happens.

OK OK OK! Off topic here. In? Or out?

I'm done talking to you. Do what you want!

Did I just have a full on argument with myself and did I just insult...me? I pulled my hands together into a praying motion and looked to the skies and said a silent prayer for my sanity. I came out of my crouch and slowly undid every lock I had put in place earlier. I eased the door open just a crack and saw that mystery car was still there. Pulling the door open wider and stepping through, I made my way down my lawn and to the edge of the curb. Cautiously I looked both ways down my quiet dark street and slowly made my way to the parked car. As I got closer I couldn't help but feel that this car had a really close eye on me. Next thing I know I am right up on this beautiful car and I slowly reached an arm out and laid my hand flat against the door. It shivered under my hand and – wait. Shivered? I pulled my arm away quickly and stared at the spot my hand had just been incredulously.

"What do you want?" I hissed at the spot where my hand was.

Oh. My. God. I am standing here talking to a car. What am I doing? Well, I know what I'm not going to be doing.

"What are you? What do you want?" Damn it here I go again. I just can't shake the feeling that this car is laughing at me.

"Stop laughing at me you stupid car!" I kicked its tire and I swear it squeaked in irritation.

"Well, if you don't like it then stop laughing at me." I stared at the window with a look of irritation of my own.

"Why are you driving without a driver? How are you doing that?" As soon as those words left my mouth I swear, swear now, and swear! that the car rose on its axels as if it were proud.

"Why'd you choose yellow? Makes me think of the time this kid in the 4th grade named Sam – I don't know his last name but anyways, he threw up on the bus ride home and it was yellow." I just stood there babbling to this car as if it could hear me. I am officially going crazy. I wonder if my dad hit me with something on the head because I feel pretty crazy. I sat back and told the car about what I saw the other night and how I like chocolate pudding but hate banana pudding. I sat there forever though! I looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was out and when I looked back down I heaved a huge yawn but that yawn soon turned into a gasp as I realized I had school in the morning. Damn it all to hell! DAMN IT!

I got up slowly because the newly formed scabs on my back were really tender. I felt as if the car was asking if I was ok.

"I'm ok. It just hurts when I bend and stuff." I explained as I straightened up fully, growling lowly at the pain.

"Well, I have to go to school in the morning so uh, I uh, am going to bed. It was nice talking to you" I felt kind of dumb saying that to a car that can't talk or is even alive! But it felt like the right thing to do. I watched the car as I made my way back across the street to my house and I turned one last time to look at it as I opened my door and prepared to go in. I got ready for bed and re-dressed my back and went to bed. As I laid there it hit me. I just sat outside for 2 or 3 hours telling a car that I liked chocolate pudding.

I told you that you were crazy

Ugggh. Not you again. Why so gloaty?

You were talking to a car. Need I say more?

Fuck off. Need I say more?

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.

..

Touché

Just think though. You have school in the morning.

SHUT UP ME!

Ok.

ZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz

I surprisingly slept well with the exception of hearing a really loud engine start up and getting up to find that the Camaro left. I don't know about you but talking to cars is very therapeutic. My alarm went off at the designated time and I got up, got dressed, put on the amazing invention called concealer, ate a waffle and started my mile long walk to school. I was in such a good mood this morning. I really hope that when I get home, that Camaro is there so I can talk to it.

You are looking forward to talking to a...Car

Really? On my walk to school now?

Sorry but you really must hear yourself.

AHHHHH! SHUT UP!

No.

No. no –

I am going to –

Wow. I really have to stop doing that. Shut up people. I know that you guys do it too! I am not alone. I finally reached my school without any hindrances from my…mind. I was thinking about my new yellow friend and if he will – yes I made it a he – come back to my street. As I walked through the parking lot in the bright sunlight, a glare that nearly blinded me caused me to look over in that direction and what I saw stopped me in my tracks, there sat my very yellow friend. I probably looked stupid yet again for acting like a flytrap because the owner apparently saw me gawking.

"Heh. He is a beauty isn't he?" said owner boasted.

I looked up quickly and saw the owner looking at me with a sense of pride.

Me being so very intelligent I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"Hey! You're that kid that threw up on the bus in 4th grade!" Ugh. Saia you are a freaking genius.

He looked taken back and shocked. Well I would too if someone said that to me but here is the thing. I kept going! I kept running my mouth. Ugh.

"Did you know that your car visited me?" I…really need to stop. His amazingly beautiful girlfriend was watching with an amused look on her face. And I probably looked like a dork.

"Uh, yeah – no! No I didn't know that my car visited you." he stammered slightly. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion but acted as if I didn't hear his slip. His girlfriend got off the back of my yellow friend and walked up to us with a small smile on her face.

"Hi. I'm Mikaela. I hear that this guy here visited you." She patted the hood fondly. She watched me, probably waiting for a response. So yet again I opened my mouth when I really shouldn't.

"yeah! We talked about chocolate pudding and how much he hates the new oil you're feedin' him." I spouted off in a probably perky voice while patting the hood.

"He hates the new oil you're feeding him Sam." Mikaela jokingly reprimanded Sam.

Spiceeeeeeaaaaay!

We all looked startled as we looked around for the source of the noise. Although I think I was looking a bit harder than the both of them. I looked between the two of them with narrowed eyes.

"What was that? Your radio is stupidly stupid." I told him.

"I don't mean to be rude, but how do you know me?" He interrupted my on coming ramble.

My hand flew so fast to my face a resounding *Smack*. Wow , am I getting really off topic here. Here I am talking to a kid I know but he doesn't know me nor does his girlfriend. I…am really going off the deep end.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly. "I'm Saia. Saia Bavetta. You were in Mrs. Robins 4th grade class right?"

Recognition suddenly dawned on his face while Mikaela just looked at him expectantly. "You threw up on the bus in 4th grade?" She suddenly started laughing. "I remember hearing about it. What happened?"

Sam nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Trent put a cockroach in the sandwich that I was eating. How he did it I don't know but he did." He finished looking a little sick.

"I remember you now though. You're the one who punched him for laughing." Sam looked at me with a small smile. "Thanks for that."

"Uhhm, you're welcome. I guess." I said sheepishly. "It really was nothing."

HOP ON THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUUUSSS!

We all jumped in surprise as somehow the Magic school bus theme song played quite loudly mind you. Sam suddenly jumped on top of the hood so he was sitting and smacked it really hard while laughing nervously. "Uhh yeah my car is kind of messed up ya know." Mikaela was standing there with a tight smile on her face.

I raised an eyebrow. This was getting weirder by the minute. The bell rang signaling that we had to get to class. So I quickly said goodbye to Sam and Mikaela and rushed to my first period class.

Sam and Mikaela watched as Saia ran – well, wobbled and stumbled with a pained look on her face to start her class. They both started walking to their first class together because they had it together which Sam was very thankful for. It was quiet most of the way and Mikaela was thinking pretty hard. Sam apparently noticed because he asked her.

"What's wrong 'kaela?" The worry evident in his voice "Was it something Saia said?"

"No Sam. It wasn't what she said. Did you see how she was walking? Something is very wrong." She explained to him how she noticed how Saia was standing and would flinch when she made a particularly jerky movement. Mikaela was going to find out what was going on whether Saia wanted her too or not.