It was finally the summer of 2007, and I was as free as a bird, well, almost…

"Get up lazy ass!" My dad grinned at me and pulled what was left of my sheets. No they weren't ruined, they were just falling off the bed to join the rest of the blankets that I had kicked off a few months ago and never bothered fixing it. "I got a good surprise for ya'!"

I nearly cried in frustration. Last night would have been a decent night's sleep, if I had managed to fall asleep in the first place.

For the past month it had been a whirlwind of nightmares of galactic space wars of many different species, of terrifying scenes that looked like it came straight out of a horror movie, but it was last weeks dream (And the last dream I had before sleep had broken up with me) that had me really shaken up.

They sounded so… so… lost. And afraid.

Then I couldn't feel them.

THUD!

"OWWIE!" I clutched my head as I suddenly found myself on the ground with my dad standing over me, rolling his eyes at me.

"Well, I did tell you to get up." I snorted and threw a pillow at him. Honestly, lately it felt like he was more like a brother than a father. Which was cool, I guess, since he still acts like a father when he needs to.

I grumbled to myself, annoyed that I had to wake up so early, but followed him to the garage anyways.

It was probably a car.

Yep. It was a car. It was a nice Camaro. Actually, if I'm not mistaken, that was a black 67 SS Camaro. Damn, it was really pretty. Time to piss of dad.

I yawned and turned to daddy with a questioning look on my face. "Pretty. Isn't that a, uh… 67 Impala? Right?"

He glared at me before rolling his eyes at me (for the millionth time, seriously dad I thought I was the teenager? Even though I'm not a teen anymore… or that I was a teenager in the first place. Oh well, semantics.) and tossed me a set of keys. I glanced at the car, then back at daddy.

"Wait… This is mine?" I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes at him, unsure if he was joking or not. I hoped not, that car was really, really pretty.

I brushed the tips of my fingers over it, and the letters on one of the names was traced over with electricity.

The car shuddered, and I would've missed it if I hadn't been paying close attention to it.

I backed up and promptly slammed the palm of my hand onto my face.

'Shit. No. NO. NOOOO!'

I may have been a little dramatic in my thoughts, but it was the feeling that counted.

"Um… Alice?" Oh. Daddy. Forgot about ya there… "Is everything alright?"

I slowly turned to him before tackling him in a hug. "It's positively perfect."

I felt like crying.

I had forgotten where I was, and Sam was just telling me about his "super awesome report" that he planned on getting an 'A' on for… his… car.

Fantastic.

I let go of Daddy and allowed my eyes to roam around the car.

'Who are you?'

So, a big time skip. She's older than Mikaela by a year or two, so she's already graduated from High school with less than stellar grades.

Since Autobot mentioned above wasn't in the movies I took a hold of creative licence and ran with it.

Also the gold 67 SS Camaro doesn't really look pretty. Like at all.