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Chapter 2: Mum, where are you?

As soon as me and Sam got out of the classroom I instantly jumped up and down in excitement. Sam cheered to himself and fist pumped the air, holding the A- in his hand. I couldn't believe that he actually convinced to change his grade, lucky!

After I stopped jumping up and down Sam turned around and crushed me into a hug "Thanks for your help!"

I laughed "What? I helped?" I asked a little unsure of what he meant.

Sam signed and let go of the hug. "Clara...your the only one who didn't laugh at anything I said back there. I mean, Miles was laughing..proved your a great friend"

I smiled a little then pushed his shoulder "Hey! Don't go all sobby, I'm just not childish and immature likes your fellow classmates"

Sam laughed quietly "Yep, I guess that's true. You gotta be a little bit immature, every one is"

I smiled a little "Of course, its not like I wont laugh at anything, or act stupidly. But I am defiantly mature enough not to laugh at my friends presentation"

"Alright. Thanks" He nodded.

"One question; What is a sextant?"

Sam laughed and pushed my shoulder "See?" We walked down the steps of our school and I saw Mr Witwicky waving us both over, Sam ran up and jumped into the passenger seat. I seated in the back of the car, behind Sam.

"Hello, Mr. Witwicky. Thanks for letting me come with you, for Sam's first car I mean"

"Of course, I don't mind. Would be alright to have a girls opinion. Plus Sam's gotta have another A yet"

"Yes! Yes, yes." Sam cheered, excitedly waving his paper assignment infront of him.

"So?" Mr Witwicky asked, like Sam was excited because he didn't get an A or something.

"A-. It's an A, though." Sam reassured his Dad.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." Mr Witwicky looked at Sam's paper he was waving about "Its an A." He confirmed.

" So I'm good?" Sam Asked. You could see his face was pleading for his Dad to allow and A- it was an A though, he had to.

" You're good." He finally said, I felt so happy for Sam! He turned around and gave me a high five.

I smiled "You did good, Sam!" I then patted his shoulder and leaned over to talk to him "Sam had the best presentation there, totally deserves an A+. The teacher gave him the wrong grade, he probably accidentally rubbed out the vertical line" Ron just shook his head and laughed "I said his good, Clara"

With that we drove of, to God knows what car place. I didn't know what car Sam was getting, but he and his Dad was deep in conversation while I was deep in thought. After, what 10 minutes I heard speak up.

" I got a little surprise for you, son." I looked up. Surprise? Oo I wander what he had for Sam, he had worked hard and gone through embarrassment for this car, he deserved a surprise.

" What kind of..." Sam started before putting a hand to his mouth and laughing with excitement "No. No, no, no, no. Dad!" I quickly looked up and around me, noticing we was driving into a Porsche cars sales! Was Sam getting a Porsche! Sam turned around to me grinning stupidly, I just gave him the thumbs up. " Oh, you got to be kidding me." He continued being excited and looking at all the cars around him.

"Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." What!? I frowned looking at the back of 's Mr Witwickys head, that wasn't a very funny joke. Poor Sam.

" You think that's funny?" Sam asked sadly.

" Yeah, I think it's funny." He laughed.

Sam turned to me "See what I gotta put up with?" I nodded a little in agreement, this would be something that my brother would do. Sam turned back to his Dad and glared at him "What's wrong with you?"

" You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?" Mr Witwicky laughed again.

"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing." To be honest, I didn't really blame Sam, but for it must have been quite funny for the little joke and Sam's face changing from excitement to sadness and anger. I decided not to get involved in there little family argument and felt like sinking into the seat and never returning.

" Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke." Mr Witwicky reassured him.

" It's not a funny joke." Sam said glumly then turned around and looked at me "Clara, did you think that was funny?"

I did want to agree with Sam, it wasn't that funny for how laughed but then I wouldn't want to make Ron feel guilty. So I simply shook my head, Sam smiled a little then turned back to the front, where we drove into a second hand Cars retail park where a clown was holding up a sign saying.. Something I couldn't read. The second hand retail was called 'Bobby Bolivia' Probably the name of the owner.

I looked behind us as we turned in and saw a 1977 Chevy Camaro which was a faded yellow and black racing stripes. I thought I saw it follow us in but when we had parked I looked back and couldn't see it at all. It was gone.

"Here? No, no, no, what is this?" Sam complained as we walked up to the front of the store "You said... You said half a car,not half a piece of crap, Dad."

I looked around and had to agree there, some of these cars was so not worth the prices that they was, but then again Sam should be happy he could get a car that runs I guess.

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine." Mr Witwicky stated to Sam, now i feel old for thinking what I just thought.

I turned and looked at Sam pulling a 'There not that...bad' face, hoping to make Sam feel a bit better.

"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay?" I and both turned to look at Sam, wandering what he was going to say now.

"You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?"

Me and Mr Witwicky said in unison "Yeah"

"Okay, that's what this is And this is 50-year-old virgin." Sam pointed to a dark coloured car, and yes..it was definitely 50-Year-Old-Virgin, so I couldn't help but laugh a little at Sam's statement.

"Okay." Was all Mr Witwicky managed to say.

"Want me to live that life?" Sam asked looking at his Dad then to me.

"Honestly Sam, I don't think your gonna be a 50-Year-Old-Virgin. There is a girl out there for you, okay-" I was interrupted by some Witwicky motto that sounded a whole lot better than what I was getting to.

"No sacrifice, no victory." Mr Witwicky said.

"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, Dad." Sam seemed to be annoyed by the 'motto' like his Dad uses it whenever he can to convince Sam. He then looked to me with an expression of 'Help me' or 'kill me'. I just laughed.

"Gentlemen." A African-American man greeted us, he wore a bright yellowish green shirt with fruit or something on it. I frowned a little "Men?...I always thought I was a girl?" I said sarcastically.

The man looked at me and nodded a sorry, then proceeded to what he was going to say "Bobby Bolivia, like the country,except without the runs. How can I help you?" He asked.

Mr Witwicky put his arm around Sam "Well, my son here,looking to buy his first car."

"You come to see me?" Bobby asked Sam.

"I had to" Sam said glumly, glancing at me a little.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." I raised my eyebrow a little. That didn't even make sense.

"Sam" Sam introduced himself simply.

"Sam, let me talk to you." He put an arm around Sam's shoulders and walked him towards his line of cars.

"Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods." He continued, walking past a small, like very small fenced off area with a sign that read 'Bolivia Petting Zoo' With an Ostrich stood inside. What the hell? Was this guy seriously trying to make more money with a petting zoo, in a car sales place? "Let me tell you something, son." I quickly walked beside Sam as Bobby continued blabbing on about cars "A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver."

I leant up to Sam a little and whispered "The Wand chooses the Wizard, Mr Potter . Its not always clear why" I smiled to myself as Sam chuckled and smiled down to me. Bobby didn't seem to hear us and continued on with his 'car bond' or whatever.

"It's a mystical bond between man and machine." He looked at Sam then me, stopping to stand at one spot.

I grinned to myself and did my best Olivander voice "Oh, that's why. Mystical bond between Wizard and Wand" This time Bobby seemed to hear me and shot me a quick glare, then smiled...like he was joking? I hope.

"Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liars not one of them" Right. Okay then "Especially not in front of my Mammy, there's my mammy." He pointed to two older looked women whom sat on deck chairs, me and Sam looked over to them. "Hey, Mammy!" Bobby called, his mum then gave him the finger! I let out a burst of laughter! What an awesome Mum "Aw Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" I blinked a little, did he just threaten her? Technically I think he did. Bobby then finished his sentence with this really strange croaky laugh! I widened my eyes a little and me and Sam shared a look.

"Wait" I spoke up to Bobby "You said your Mums deaf, right?" Bobby nodded "But then how did she hear you call her, I thought you said you don't lie" I grinned a little.

Bobby furrowed his eyes a little "Nah, girl she was already looking!" He then proceeded on that very annoying laugh again! He then walked us over to a few cars lined up in a row. "Well, over here, every piece of car a man might want or need."

I quickly scanned them over and stopped when my eyes landed on the 1977 Chevy Camaro that I swore i saw earlier, but it couldn't of been..that car drove off and no one would sell a car that quickly, especially to the owner who has been speaking to us all the time we have been here. Sam was still looking at all the cars around him. So i tugged on his sleeve a little and he followed me to the Camaro. "This is nice.." I looked to Sam who nodded in agreement. Sam went and sat in the driver seat to test it, while I walked around the other side and sat in the passenger "What do you think, Sam?"

"This ain't bad." He sat himself comfortably in the seat, testing it out a little again.

"This one's got racing stripes." I heard say Mr Witwicky say the driver side door of the car.

"Yeah" Sam said, wiping off a bit of dirt that was in the middle of the steering wheel, revealing a strange un-recognizable looking symbol. It created a weird face with different shapes with sharp edges, I felt a shiver ran down my spine just looking at it. "What do you think that is?" I asked Sam.

Sam shrugged a little "I don't know, Japanese?" I just shrugged in return.

I looked out the window and saw Bobby shouting at someone called Manny. Did he actually own this car to sell?

"Feels good." Sam smiled at me.

"This is the one Sam, you have to get it. I know its your money and all, but if I was a hot girl and didn't know you. This would work! Its a cute car" I swear I felt the seat shiver a little as I said that. I quickly ignored it and I looked at Sam who smiled at me, agreeing.

"How much?" Mr Witwicky asked Bobby Bolivia.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle,with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." I could tell he was adding high prices together as he listed everything off.

"Yeah, but the paint's faded." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's custom." Bobby said slowly.

I shook my head "It's custom faded?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

Bobby thought for a moment before looking to "Five grand."

" No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." I glanced at Sam who looked like devastated, why couldn't just pay a little more...just a little. He had to, all the others cars was rubbish.

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car." Bobby hit the passenger side door causing me to jump.

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam protested.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." Sam gave one last glance at the wheel before stepping out of the car. I signed and stayed where I was, I didn't wanna leave, maybe if i stayed here Bobby would put the price down " Now, this one here for four Gs is a is a classic engine right here. I sold a car the other day..." As Sam shut the driver side door, the passenger side door swung open hitting and denting the door right next to me. I gasped and covered my mouth! I didn't even touch the door, what the hell was that?

Bobby turned around and acted like everything was normal "No, no, no. No worries." He shot me a glare though. Woah! I didn't do that!

"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" He called to Manny again then done that ridiculous horrible laugh.

I turned my hands into fist! Why couldn't he let Sam have this car, the one that I currently was still sat in! I pouted to myself then crossed my arms. "Stupid Bobby Bolivia! Cant he shut the hell up with that laugh and let Sam have this cute car?"

"...greater than man..." I stared at the radio. Did...did it just. I look at the radio and shrugged.

"That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy..."

As Bobby was saying that the radio blasted out louder! Making a horrible loud noise! I bent down into the feet area of the car and covered my ears! It really hurt! Like thousand of cats was dying all at once! Then I heard loads of glass shattering, looking up out the window I saw every single car windows had shattered into millions of pieces. Everyone apart this one.

Bobby quickly spun around facing Sam and , holding up 4 fingers "4,000!"

*~Home~*

When we all got home Sam parked his car then ran up to me, giving me a hug and spinning me around in a circle. I laughed and felt a little dizzy when my feet touched the ground again. "Woah. What was that for?" I laughed.

"You pushed the passenger door into the car next to it! Thank you! Thanks! I love you!" He laughed.

I laughed a little "Im sorry to say, Sam. But it wasn't me, as soon as you shut your door, it just swung open by itself and damaged that poor car beside it."

Sam raised and eyebrow at me before laughing "Ha ha! Good one!" He punched my shoulder playfully. "Oh! Hey so this weekend there's this lake party, and I can drive there now" Sam smiled to himself "You wanna join me? Oh and Miles aswell"

I nodded "Yeah, okay! Sounds fun!" I looked back at my house "I better go.." I laughed "See you tomorrow!"

"Bye Clara Harper!"

"Goodbye, Samuel James Witwicky!" I waved, jogging over into my house.

I walked in through the front door and called to say I was home. I shrugged when I didn't get an answer and found my way into the kitchen. I had to admit! I was so hungry after getting a car with Sam and school. I opened up the fridge and looked inside. I decided to make myself a Pb and J sandwich. Yum! I leant against the counter and took a bite into it. After like my second bite I heard footsteps and my brothers figure appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, I smiled at him a little and waved.

My brother signed and with a quick few strides he made it from one side of the kitchen to the other and crushed me into a tight hug..I had no idea why, there was definitely something wrong. He then pulled back and put of his hands on my shoulder's and bent down a little so he could look at me eye level.

I tilted my head a little "J-Jensen. What-What is wrong...?" I asked cautiously.

"I tried calling you!" He shouted, a little angrily. "Why didn't you answer your phone!?"

I felt my pocket and quickly looked at my phone "Oh the batteries dead. Iphone battery isn't too good- What's a matter, why did you need to call?" I asked.

"Oh! Your phone was dead. You that's awesome!" He stood back up to his own height and walked away a few paces, running a hand through his hair.

"What? What is wrong!?" I asked worryingly, looking around a little "W-where's Mum!?"

"She's gone..." He said slowly and quietly that I just about heard him. "Missing."

My fingers immediately froze and let go of the sandwich I was holding, falling to the floor and bouncing a little, I of course wasn't worried about the mess of Jam and Peanut Butter, I wanted to know where my Mum was. I screamed out a 'no!' and ran past my brother, I kept running and running until I was outside on the grass of our lawn. I fell to my knees and cried, hugging my knees..it felt like I was there for hours...forever. Jensen probably thought it was best to leave me alone for he didn't come out to me.

After what seemed for another forever I heard footsteps walked up to me. I looked up and saw my friend, Sam stood over me. I quickly jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, I felt him put his arms around me and rub my back to comfort me.

Sam waited for a while then asked me "Clara..Whats wrong?"

"My...Mum. Shes...g-gone. Shes gone! Lost! Missing!" I sobbed. I really tried not to cry, never infront of my friend.

Sam signed "My Mum just told me...She said that Jensen said she didn't return from work..so my Mum along with Jensen rang her work. They said she left. Like normal, maybe she is just. Maybe just shopping, talking to an old friend?" Sam tried to comfort me.

I shook my head "No..." I said quietly "She would always tell us..."

I could hear Sam sign a little, like he was un-sure what to say "You know, its very highly she would return. You know, drunk or something..Hey, wanna stay round my tonight. If you want I mean?"

I looked towards my home then Sam's. Then nodded a little "Yeah. Yeah okay"

I did stay around Sams that night. Judy was so welcoming and nice. I thought they was a lot better that my brother, who randomly started shouting at me. Sam offered me his bed and he would sleep on the sofa, but I did decline. I couldn't let Sam do that, plus I was smaller than him so I would sleep more comfortable than he. I managed to get to sleep. I have no idea how? Could have been that Mojo come and slept on top of the duvet. Or the comfort of the Witwicky's before they went to bed? But I did sleep, for a good 2 hours or so.

I then did awake in the middle of the night, sweating a little and breathing quickly. I think I had a nightmare, I'm not entirely sure. I sat up and Mojo jumped up from his sleep and starting licking my hand, I looked down to him and stroked his head a little.

I signed and swung my legs over the side of the sofa. Rubbing my eyes I stood up and stretched a little. Walking to the back door I realized that it wasn't locked. Judy or Ron must have forgot sometime. I opened it and then the second flynet door, I stepped onto the grass and felt the slight dampness of the night on the blades of the grass, then realized I had no shoes on. I spotted Sam's Camaro parked down by the side of the house. I walked across the grass, ignoring the half-built path that lead around the water fall. I stared at the Camaro for a long time, it was a generally beautiful car. I don't care Jensen said you cant say cute to a car, this one was. No matter what.

I leant on the hood of the Camaro slightly and laid my hands beside me, I thought I felt the car move or shiver a little?..then I noticed I was cold and I must have shivered. I signed and looked to the stars that filled up the sky "Mum, where are you?"

Chapter 3 will be longer, I promise! Please please review! I'll love to know what you think! :) Thanks! R&R