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"There Is A Woman At The Beginning Of All Great Things." – Alphonse De Lamartine
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Samantha Carol Witwicky came from an unusual- to put it mildly- family. Starting out with her insane great-great grandfather to her bat-wielding mom to her perceptually cheap father, each member of her family has a unique quirk.
For Sam, it was vivid hallucinations of alien-like symbols. Fortunately, Sam was able to hide her craziness (Περισσότερα από όσα βλέπει το μάτι) easily.
Unfortunately, God hated her with a passion of a thousand burning suns and loved to ruin her hard work. Worse, the Devil was on in the grudge match and held a perverse enjoyment on overcomplicating the situation, making everything ten times harder.
Ten.
Fucking.
Times.
And it all started with Miles.
"Why don't you buy a car?"
Sam pulled her face out of the newest manga she had recently bought, Mobile Fighter G Gundam, and raised an eyebrow at her best friend. Her hazel-colored eyes stared at Miles, surprised at the question.
"Why. Don't. You. Buy. A. Car?" The lanky teen excruciatingly pronounced every word, hoping to both aggravate and prompt his friend into answering the question.
Sam huffed before turning back to Mobile Fighter G Gundam, starting off on the same section she left off on. She would have rather spent the afternoon pleasantly absorbed in the manga, getting lost in the giant robots and fighting, but decided to answer the question anyway. If only to stop Miles from lunging into a 'Annoying Sam To Death' campaign.
"And why, pray tell, should I buy a car?"
"Because . . ." Miles smirked like a cat who caught the canary, ". . . you keep talking about Trent's car all the time. If I didn't know better I would have thought that you secretly had the hots for Trent."
Sam was so startled by that statement that she hurriedly sat up on the bed, acidentally leaning to close to the edge of the frame and falling off onto the floor in a heap of awkward limbs and twisted sheets.
"Ow . . ."
Miles snickered at Sam's meeting with the floor. Despite being one of the most intelligent people in the school, her clumsiness was the most notorious thing about her.
"A little help here, please?" Sam rubbed her head, trying to soothe the pain from where her head hit the floor.
"Naw, I think I'll take a rain check."
Sam growled at him, irritated with his lack of assistance. Despite the fact that Miles was raised to be respectful and helpful to women, he still treated her exactly the same way as when they were as kids. It was as if she wasn't a girl at all but, instead, still the same kid who would shove mud pies down his shirt.
Sometimes, it was nice not to deal with the awkwardness of being a girl who was friends with a boy. The social pressure of hanging out with their own gender never truly affected their friendship. Other times, being seen as a best friend first and a girl second often caused some problems. It's a pain in the ass some of the time.
Like right now, for example.
Sam slowly got up and crawled back onto the bed, where she made sure to situate herself firmly in the middle to avoid another incident. She left the manga on the floor, more occupied with gingerly touching her head. She winced a few times before the pain began to dull.
"Miles, just because I talk about how trashy Trent's car is does not mean that I have the hots for him." Sam shuddered in disgust at even the thought of having romantic feelings like that about Trent.
Trent DeMarco was a stereotypical jock with all the muscles and none of the brains.
After she rejected Trent for asking her to be his girlfriend, probably the first time he was ever rejected in life in fact, he had made it his life's goal to make high school hell for her. It's because of him that she was classified as an "outcast" in all high school social circles and why she couldn't even score a date for the life of her.
And now, ever since Trent finally got a truck, he wouldn't stop bragging about it.
Never mind the fact that the truck looked as if someone with no sense of design decided to hobble together everything metal to make the car. It was a monstrous piece of work that was a blight on their high school's parking lot. But, with the way he talked about it, it was as if his shitty truck was an elegant and high-powered Ram Laramie 1500.
"Anyway, if we had to talk about which one of us has the hots for someone, shouldn't we talk about you and the so-called 'Evil Jock Concubine'?"
Miles choked on air, taken off-guard by the switch in topic. "Wha-what, no, I don't like Mikaela! Not that she's bad to like but I just don't like her. Like, at all. Not in that way, ok. I just don't. Like her."
Sam rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, "Yeah, sure you don't. You totally despise her. You hate when how she smiles at you in Econ or whenever she says hello to you in the hallway."
Mikaela Banes A.K.A 'Evil Jock Concubine' was Trent's girlfriend. She was an incredibly gorgeous person and had a tendency to gravitate to the popular crowd, that's where all the 'cool kids' belonged. She gave off the impression that she was the type of girl who would go out with any guy that had a hot ride and nice abs.
Despite being the total opposite of him, with him being an 'outcast' along with Sam, Miles had a deep infuriation with her. Not that he would ever admit that out loud in a million of years. And, given their position on the social ladder, any relationship between them would never have worked out. Especially since she had Trent as her boyfriend.
"Whatever, let's get back to the topic at hand. I just want to know. Why don't you buy a car?"
"I wasn't changing the subject, Miles." Sam glared at Miles, "The reason why I won't buy a car is because I don't need one. Dad's perfectly happy with driving me around. There's no point in bothering with a car that I won't even use."
"Yeah, but just because Mr. Witwicky might be perfectly fine with driving you around now doesn't mean that he'll be okay being your personal chauffeur later on. If you get a car you could go anywhere you want without having to bother Mr. Witwicky for a ride anymore." Miles then wiggled his eyebrows, "Plus, you'll climb up the social ladder at school and finally be able to get a date for once. Not to mention, you'll have a one-up on Trent if you drive in with a sweet ride. It'll be like a screw you to the asshole."
Sam huffed. "I'll think about it"
"Can I get a car?"
Ronald 'Ron' Witwicky, father of Sam Witwicky and husband to Judy Witwicky, blinked at his daughter in confusion. "Why do you want a car?"
"Well, Miles asked me why I didn't have a car yet and I was like 'cause dad's fine with driving me all around town. But he said that maybe I was being troublesome about making you drive me around. And, well, I just thought that maybe I should get my own car so I wouldn't bother you an' all." Sam rushed out awkwardly, not really used to asking for things from her father.
Ron raised an eyebrow in bemusement. "Sam, I have been your father for all of your life, don't try and distract me from the truth. What's the real reason that you want a car?"
Sam shifted nervously, not sure if telling her dad was a good idea. Her father was always cheap when it came to luxury goods, always making sure to buy something that wasn't a drain on expenses. The last time she asked her father for something expensive, a trip to Italy for summer vacation, he dropped her off at a run-down summer camp for sport athletes.
Ron tapped his finger on the arm rest, waiting for the exact moment when his daughter would breakdown and blurt out the truth. As much as she tried, she was never able to hide anything from him. She was too much of a daddy's girl for that.
Sam sighed, giving up the battle of wills with her dad, and decided to just let it out. "Well, I just, uh. I just, I want to one-up Trent."
Ron raised his other eyebrow to meet up with the first one, surprised at the fact that she wanted to take on the huge responsibility of owning a car just to simply out-compete someone. But then he sighed in resignation. Of course his daughter would do that, she couldn't stand being made fun of.
Ron smiled tiredly. "Well, you know, I've been waiting for you to ask for something since your sixteenth birthday so it's no problem if you want a car. Even though the reason is a bit skewed."
"Thank you! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much!" Sam jumped on her dad, squealing with glee.
Ron laughed at how excited his daughter was as he returned her enthusiastic embrace. "Ok, ok. But remember Sam, if I'm going to get you a car, you need get an A+ in all your classes. And I mean all of them. Not to mention, you'll need to at least save up on $2,000 dollars by yourself. After all, this is a bug responsibility and if you want a car you're going to have to pay for it. I'll pay for the other 2,000 dollars. "
"That'll be a piece of cake. I have A's and A+'s in my classes already. It wouldn't be too much to get all my grades up to A+'s. And I still have the leftover money from my sixteenth birthday that Mom's family gave to me as well as the money I stored up from my summer job." Sam smirked.
Ron chuckled. "Well then, just find us a dealership and you'll be set up."
Sam gave her dad a kiss on the cheek before letting go of him and bouncing happily up the stairs to her room to search up car dealerships.
New car here I come!
Judy Taylor nee Witwicky, mother of Sam Witwicky and wife to Ron Witwicky, stared at her daughter bouncing up the steps as if she just won the lottery in slight amusement. She turned to face her husband, who was sitting in the living room while she was standing at the doorway into the kitchen that she was previously in, and asked what the commotion was about.
"Ron, dear, what exactly did you tell Sammy to make her so happy?"
Ron turned to stare into his wife's hazel-colored eyes and replied. "I told Sam that I'll buy her a car."
"Really, I thought she didn't want a car?" Judy couldn't believe it what she was hearing.
Sam wasn't the type of person who would ever be interested in things most people her age were crazy about. Makeup, parties, and cars were things that would bore her. The only things that Sam even remotely liked were books, gaming, and robotics.
Judy didn't know how Sam turned out this way, especially since she could remember how crazy she was about things like that when she was her age, but she learned to get use to it. The fact that Sam was finally showing interest in what most people wanted came as a shock to her.
"I know but, apparently, her need to 'one-up' this Trent fellow was classed as a number one priority. I'm just glad that she's finally going to use her driver's license now."
Judy ran her hand through her copper hair, amused at the entire situation at hand.
"Kids these days."
While Sam celebrated the fact that she was getting a car, something unusual was happening else where.
In the quiet state of Idaho, an unidentified object crashed through the forest, starting off several small fires to burst into life. The object finally came to a halt, steam coming from the place where it landed. In the crash site, the sound of mechanical movement echoed eerily in the surroundings.
Soon, a giant shadow rose out from the object, obscured by the smoke from the crash. The only thing that was visible about the shadow were two blue orbs of light from the area where the shadow's face was. The orbs glowed, surrounding the forest with it's fluorescent light, as it observed its surroundings.
A high pitched beep was the only sound made from the shadow.
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Liar Mask . . . When Someone Hides There True Self With A Mask Made Up Of Lies
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