Chapter 1
When I was 16 I got emancipated from my parents and moved to Nevada to finish school and get a job. Before I left my parents gifted me with half a million dollars and paid to have all my belongings shipped to me and my plane ticket. My oldest sister decided to come with me. She had just had a kid and was looking for a job in a new place. We arrived in Nevada and went to our new house that we had looked at online and called and purchased. It was a small two story house with four bedrooms, a remodeled kitchen, nice living room, and dinning nook. The biggest plus two full baths. When my sister and I arrived the moving vans were pulling up front and the moving men were moving the furniture in.
My sister and I had our bedrooms upstairs. She took the biggest one so she could have her baby boy's stuff set up in there. After all the boxes were in the proper floor of the house we started putting our rooms together so we would have a place to sleep. I helped my sister with her room first so that she and her son could sleep that night. "You looking forward to school Allison?" my sister asked.
"I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I've already enrolled," I said folding her clothes on her bed. I then heard a knock on the door, "I'll get it!" I said practically flying down the stairs. I opened the door to see a middle aged red haired woman with a balding man roughly the same age, and standing behind them was a teenage boy, roughly my age.
"Hello, we made you a dish and wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood," The red head said.
"Thank you ma'am," I said taking the dish she handed me. "Would like to come in and meet my sister and nephew?" I asked.
"Oh yes and you have such lovely manners dear," she said as she led her family across the threshold.
"Thank you ma'am," I said before calling my sister, "Sis! Come on down here and bring Logan!" My sister came down carrying the two year old who still slept in mom's room. "This is my sister Abbey and her son Logan. My name is Allison Mrs. ?" I asked.
"Witwicky, Judy Witwicky and this is my husband Ron and our son Sam," Judy said. As they each introduced themselves I shook their hands. "Are you going to school around here?" Judy asked.
"Community college, I have a scholarship," I replied.
"You can't be older than 17," Ron said.
"You are correct sir, I'm 16," I replied.
"Why don't you and Sam go hang out?" Judy suggested.
I nodded, "You want to help me unpack?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. We headed up the stairs.
"Your parents seem nice," I said.
"Yeah they're okay. And yours?" Sam asked as I started to move my bed under my window that was in the center of the room.
"Back home, in New York. I got emancipated," I explained as I pushed the bed up against the wall. "Are you in High school?" I asked.
"Yeah, my senior year starts tomorrow," he said bringing a box over and setting it on the bed. "Lamps," he said as I pushed my night side table into place then my desk and last but not least my dresser. Sam started pulling out lamps and handing them to me. I placed them where I wanted them. He pulled up another box and said, "books."
"Could you help me place the book shelves please," I asked.
"Sure," he said grabbing one end while I grabbed the other and we placed one book shelf on either side of the door and screwed it into the wall.
"Thank you," I said as we each grabbed a box of books and started placing them on the self.
"You're welcome Allison, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get into college so young and why did you leave your family?"
"I have an extremely high IQ which is both a blessing and a curse. My parents crossed a line with me and now I don't trust them. So I came here with my sister and her son, a fresh start where nobody knows us," I said taking apart the cardboard box. Three hours later we were done putting my room together and had become close friends.
"I'm getting a car tomorrow, any chance you would want to come?" Sam asked.
"Sure what time and where do I meet you?" I asked.
"3:15 at the high school just down the street," Sam said.
"I'll be there," I said. We headed down stairs and his parents were still talking. "You want something to drink Sam?" I asked pulling some glasses out of a box labeled 'glasses'.
"Yes please," he replied. I filled five glasses with water and passed them around. I received several thank yous. Sam and I went to sit on the sofa because the bar stools and dining chairs were full.
Later that night I couldn't sleep so I came down stairs and turned the lights on and started on unpacking the kitchen. I got all the dishes put away along with the glasses. I then turned my attention to the dining nook and set up our small table and three dining chairs around it. I then went to the living room and moved everything out of the away so I could sweep and put down the area rug. As soon as the rug was down I put the sofa facing the fireplace and pulled the love seat to the right of the sofa so it formed an 'L'. I set up the coffee table and the lights before I felt like I was going to fall over from exhaustion. I headed back up to my room to fall asleep, which happened very quickly.
The next day I went into my bathroom which still had a few boxes in it. I pulled out a few things that I needed and got in the shower and got cleaned up and then brushed my teeth and hair. After my hair was dry and make up done I went to my closet and pulled some clothes out. On my way out I looked at my very tiny frame in the mirror on the back of my door. I wished that I didn't look so frail. I headed down stairs for breakfast to be met with my sister cooking. "Morning Abbey," I said going over to Logan and loving on my little nephew.
"Morning Allison, did you do this last night?" she asked waving her hand around the open space.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I decided to do something," I said going over to the stove to get some of what my sister was cooking. After breakfast I grabbed my book bag and hopped on my bike. I rolled past Sam as he was heading to school. "See you this afternoon!" I hollered as I pedaled by. A few minutes till 8 I chained my bike to the rack before going in. I went to the front desk and asked for a map to the building and then went to find all my classes.
Later that afternoon I sat on my bike outside the high school waiting for Sam. A few minutes later Sam came out. A tall blonde male that was clearly a jock came out behind him and called him a loser. Even though this man towered over me I came up to him and blocked his path, "Excuse me, but you just insulted my friend and I won't have it."
"Oh what are you going to pipsqueak?" He asked laughing.
I got off my bike and walked up to this blonde jerk, "I can do this," I said turning to the side and kicking him in the chest, and I would have kicked right under his chin if that would not have killed him. He fell backwards and landed with a thud. "Leave my friends alone," I said taking my bike back from Sam and walking away.
"That was aaawwsome!" Sam said drawing out the word. "You totally gave it to him! No one else has done that!"
"He's a bully and needed to be put in his place. I've been bullied and no one came to my rescue so I am doing the right thing." I put my bike in the trunk of Mr. Witwicky's car. "Thank you for letting me come along Mr. Witwicky," I said sliding into the back seat.
"No problem hon," Mr. Witwicky said. As Mr. Witwicky drove we all talked. We came upon two car dealerships, one was used cars, where I expected where we'd be going, and there was one for Porsche cars. So I was surprised when Mr. Witwicky pulled into the Porsche dealership.
"NO! No, no, no, no, no!" Sam started completely shocked. "Dad are you kidding?"
"Yeah I'm kidding. Did you really think that I would buy you a Porsche for your first car?" I started laughing in the back seat. I could afford a Porsche and I wouldn't buy it for my first car.
"Yeah laugh it up back there Allison. I can't wait to see your first car," Sam said but I continued laughing. As soon as Sam's father stopped and we got out, a heavy set African American male came up to us. He greeted us and started talking about his mammy and something caught my attention. I walked away from Sam and his father as the car dealer lead them around. I walked up to a yellow Camaro that looked like it needed some repairs. To me the car felt alive. I reached in the window and popped the hood. I came around to look at the engine.
My hands were still above my head as I looked at the engine, "WOW!" I said breathless. "Someone upgraded you," I said before closing the hood. I got in to look at the inside and it was nice. "Wow," I breathed, "someone took great care of you." I then took notice of something one the steering wheel. I wiped the dirt away as Sam came up to me.
"Nice car," he said and I jumped. "Sorry," he said as I waved it off and slid into the passenger seat. He got in and noticed the symbol on the steering wheel.
"The engine is in great shape, looks brand new," I said as his dad asked how much.
"$5,000," the dealer replied.
"I won't go a dollar passed 4," Mr. Witwicky said.
"$5000, it's old and the paint's faded," Sam said.
"It's custom," the dealer replied. The three men next to me went back and forth and suddenly the door next to me flew open and slammed into the car next to it.
"I swear I didn't do it," I said.
"Oh don't worry about it we'll get it out with a hammer. Hey Manny! Bring the sledge hammer," he said trailing off. Then a high pitched sound emitted from the car and glass shattered. As I covered my ears and closed my eyes I felt the door move closer to me. After all the glass broke the dealer said, "$4000." Sam had a car, albeit it was a strange car. I got my bike out of his father's car and grabbed my book bag.