As I drove home from Bobby Bolivia's Car Dealership in my new car, I came to the conclusion that my car was either possessed or .I noticed a lot of things that were malfunctioning. One example of a malfunctioning part was the radio, it would

"Come on, Mojo. You want your pain pills?" I asked.

"It's like clockwork" I fed him a painkiller "All right, I know you get wasted on these things, but if you pee on my bed again, you're sleeping outside. Okay? That's it for today. No more. Crack head" I walked out of the house into the back yard where my parents were attempting to fix the path my dad made by himself.

"Ron, this one is uneven" I heard Mom call, as I walked out the back door onto the patio.

"Yeah. Probably" He answered too focued on his task to pay attention.

"This one is wobbly"

"Yeah. I'll take care of that real soon"

As she was talking with him, more like to him, I walked towards my car.

"I'm going to a party by the lake, okay?" I asked mom.

"Sure dear." She said "Couldn't we have hired a professional?" Mom asked talking my dad again.

"Sam..." Dad warned me, ignoring her question.

"What?" I asked confused. What did I do now?

"I do not like footprints on my grass" He said seriously

"What foot... Dad, there are no footprints" He protested.

"That's why I built my path" Dad continued like he hadn't heard me speak at all.

"So why don't you go from my grass onto my path, okay?" I slowly and cautiously moved onto the path, like I was approaching a scared wild animal.

"But, it's family grass, Dad" I said.

"Well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand" After I said this, I caught sight of Mojo, who was covered in dog jewellery. I turned to face my mom in an attempt to stop this crime against the poor chihuahua.

"This... I can't do it any more. You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog." I said to Mom.

"What wrong with that?" She asked.

"He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom"

"That's his bling" Mom said like it was the most common thing in the world.

"First of all, no one says 'bling' anymore-" I said getting ready to go into a rant.

"They don't?" Mom interrupted me.

"No, they don't… Anyways, the second thing is that by putting you're ruining his image as a guy. If you have to put jewelry on him, at least make it manly."

"Deal!" Mom said happily.

"I want you home at 11:00!" Dad shouted, as I walked towards my car. Still not used to saying that.

"Yeah, all right" I said, getting in the drivers seat.

"11:00!"

"Please, for the love of God, drive safely. Seat belt on!" I heard Mom say as I gently put the car in drive. As I drove away from the house a big cloud of black smoke came from the car and floated towards my parents. Maybe that will teach dad to not buy a cheap car.

I drove to Miles' house and he got in the back seat. Miles is my best friend by the way.

"Dude, are you sure we're invited to this party?" He asked, as I drove to the lake, where said party was taking place.

"Of course, Miles. It's a lake. Public property. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, dude, Michael's here. Just don't do anything weird, all right?" I frantically told Miles, after seeing my long term crush, Michael Banes.

(AN: SHE DOES HAVE A CRUSH ON MICHAEL FOR NOW, SHE HASN'T MET BEE YET.)

"Okay, lets do this thing." I said, getting out of the car. As I walked over towards Michael, I watched Miles as he climbed a tree, and I face palmed in my head. So much for not doing anything weird.

As I got closer towards Michael, for a friendly hello, the was suddenly a blonde haired brat in front of me.

"What do you think you're doing here loser." Her high pitched voice said. Well, it was more like a shriek, but whatever.

In case you don't know who I'm talking about, that's Trentin, I know boy's name or what. Anyway, she has been dating Michael for a while. But, she has been sleeping around for almost that long as well. Why or how Michael ended up dating her, I have no idea but my thinking is that it was probably a dare.

"Hey, are you going to answer me loser?!" She asked me, more like demanded.

"Uhhh, what?" Yea, that was my response. Go me.

"I said why are you here loser?"

"Oh, I'm here for the party."

"Well, you're not welcome so get out of here before I-" She was cut off.

"Okay, that's enough Trent." The one and only MICHAEL BANES told her. OMG he's standing up for me. Don't look stupid.

"Ugh… fine.." She said then stomped away back to her posse.

"Hey, sorry about her. Are you new to the school? I haven't seen you around."

"Uhh, no. We've been in the same classes since first grade."

"Really? Wow, I have never noticed you." Yea. I know, thanks for reminding me of that.

"You know what, I'm just going to go." I said walking backwards towards my car.

"Miles, let's go" I called as I walked towards the car. This is when he decides to do attempt a backflip out of a tree and ends up face planting into the ground. I didn't bother even turning around to see if he was okay, because he was always doing stuff like that.

As I got into the car, Miles dove through the window into the passenger seat. I turned to face him. "I asked you to act normal. Is backflipping out of tress normal?"

"No?" He questioned.

"Exactly." With that, I drove silently towards his house, dropped him off, went home and straight to bed.

I woke up from a really good dream to the sound of my car engine. I shot up out of bed, and ran out to my balcony and saw my car driving away. This, of course, sent me into panic mode.

"Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! That's my car! I just got it! Don't take it! Go get your own, that's not already owned by me!" But, the person who took it kept driving away. Well it's not like they could hear me anyways.

"Dad, call the cops!" I shouted, I grabbed a bike that was leaning on the side of the house. I noticed that I had grabbed my mom's bike instead of my own.

As I got closer and closer to the car, I got out my cellphone and called the police. "Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I am in pursuit! Right? I need all units, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!" I hung up as I came to the entrance of a junk yard. I snuck behind some metal crates or something and looked up towards the hill a distance away from me. What I saw shocked, awed, scared, and confused me: IT STOOD UP. As in it decided to grow arms and legs.

"Oh, my God. What is that?" I whispered, asking nobody. I got out my phone again and started recording a video.

"Hello? Hi, my name is Samantha Witwicky. Whoever finds this video, I want to tell you something, my car is alive, okay? You saw that? Since these are probably my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you. Mojo, I love you, too."

As I finished I noticed that my car was now flashing the symbol it had on it's steering wheel into the sky. What it meant I have no idea but that brought one word to my mind: What

I walked past the crates into an alleyway of some sort and saw two sleeping dogs on metal leashes, that were attached to a wall. That's never good.

As I walked further into the alleyway, in the opposite direction of the dogs, I noticed their ears moving in my direction. Oh No. They looked up and I'm guessing that the chains were really weak, because the second the dogs tried to run, they snapped like…. really weak metal. I don't know where I was going with that. Oh well, time to run.

"No! No! No! No! Oh, my God. No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog!" I ran into a warehouse, and stood on some crates, in an attempt to escape the dogs. After a few moments, my car came crashing through the makeshift wall, scaring the dogs away. Scared me too, but I was smart enough to stay on the box.

"Oh, my God. Whoa! Hey, hey, hey! Alright! Oh! No! No! Okay. Please, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! Take the keys! I don't want them! Car's yours!" I shouted, running towards the entrance of the junkyard. Just as I reached the entrance, a police car pulled in.

"Oh, thank god you're here" I said, smiling.

"Let me see your hands!" At the cop's shout, my smile dropped.

"What? No the guys inside. It's not me that you're after!" I said frantically.

"Let me see your hands" The cop repeated.

"The guy's inside" I said.

"Shut up! Walk towards the car" I did so. "Put your head on the hood" I slammed my head on the hood. Ow. Once again, my not thinking and letting out my frustration and stress causes me physical pain. Great.

"I am so screwed" I whispered, as I was put into the back seat of the police car and taken to the station.