CHAPTER FIVE

Satan's Camaro

Sam's eyes and Samantha's eyes snapped open as they heard their car's engine start, and both of them ran outside in their pyjamas to see their car driving away!

"Nooooo!!" They both cried, hopping on their respective bikes and peddling after the runaway Camaro.

As they did, Sam called the police. They followed their car all he way to a junkyard. They ditched their bikes and walked forward a few feet...where they saw...something amazingly incredible.

Their car...stood up.

"How is this posible?" Samantha breathed, at the same time Sam asked: "What is it?"

Suddenly, they heard growling from behind them, and turned to see two vicious-looking guard dogs running full tilt at them.

"AURGH!!!!" Sam and Samantha both yelled, and ran in opposite directions - Samantha running to Sam's bike, picking it up and jumping on, peddling off into the night and leaving ber brother at the mercy of the two dogs...or the police, depending on which way you looked at it.

I have no twin sister.

Sam though miserably, as he got busted by the cops. And now my car's gone...damn...life couldn't get any worse?

"Are you on drugs?" The guy looked at the pill bottle from Sam's pocket. "Mo-jo?"

Oh shit. Sam thought.

*

Meanwhile, Samantha rode back towards home, wondering briefly if maybe she should have stayed with her brother, and then realising that she was getting back at him for not letting her drive their car first. Wanting to go to that stupid lake party, and then giving Mikeala a ride home.

Samantha didn't like Mikeala one bit, and couldn't understand why her brother did.

"Typical boys with hormones." She muttered. "Well, you just got yours." She grinned evilly, and rode across an intersection, unaware of the silent police car parked across the street and watching her.

*

He wasn't sure if this was the one they'd been searching for...Sam. J. Witwicky...weren't there supposed to be two of them?

She looked like a strange, small ghost with her pale skin and white dress, her short dark brown hair flying out behind her as she coasted along.

Surely this small human couldn't be...the one.

He decided to wait, in the shadows, and continue watching until he was absolutely, one hundred percent certain that this was the one...

*

The next day, Samantha was out shopping, and Sam was at home.

Suddenly, Mojo started barking.

"Mojo, it's too early," Sam said, before he heard that familiar engine again. He dropped the carton of milk he was holding, and called Samantha. "Samantha, listen to me, our car it came back!"

"What are you talking about!?" She cried.

"Satan's Camaro!" He replied, before agreeing to meet Samantha somewhere in town. He hung up.

But...Samantha had his bike.

So, Sam was forced to ride Samantha's girly-looking bike into town...followed on the footpath, by his car.

He ended up making a complete idiot of himself in front of Mikeala and her friends.

"Are you okay?" She called to him.

"No, I'm not okay I'm losing my mind!" Sam cried, as he hopped back on Samantha's bike and peddled off quickly, into an underground carpark to escape the fate - and meet a completely new but not so different one.