Once, I was taken back to the police station I got an ice pack for my now bruised forehead. I was taken to a cell, which was slammed shut with a bang!

Then I heard what was probably the scariest thing I have ever heard: The sound of a door locking and a voice saying "I'll see you in the morning!"

"What! I can't stay here! I have to go home!" I started banging on the cell, until I heard a manly voice yell from close by. "Hey! Be quiet!"

I screamed in shock, not expecting there to be someone with me. I whirled to my right and saw a burly man, handcuffed to a bed in the back of the cell next to mine.

"Ok NO! I have to get out of here!" I whirled back around and began beating on the cell door again.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" I chanted getting louder and louder, despite knowing that nobody would hear me, or if they did, they wouldn't care.

"Just go to sleep!" With a sigh. I accepted my situation and laid down on the bed. After a few hours of staring at the ceiling, I finally fell asleep.

Once morning came, I was allowed to call my parents, Dad came down and we were sat in some chairs near the desk.

"Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up" I said, in response to a question that the cop asked me.

"It just stood up" The cop said. "Wow. That's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?"

I sat there wondering what the hell he was talking about until …Wait a minute!

"No, I'm not on any drugs" I said.

The cop caught the painkillers that were thrown to him. "What's this then? Found it in your pocket. "Mojo." Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?" The cop asked, causing me to laugh.

"Those are my dog's pain pills" I said with a smirk.

"You know, a Chihuahua. A little..." Dad put in. The cop pushed back his jacket revealing his gun, which I couldn't help but stare at.

"What was that?" The cop asked. "You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you I will bust you up." With that I leaned forward and stage whispered what I thought was the best comeback of all time; "Are you on drugs?" causing the cop's expression to fall, making me, once again, laugh.

After Dad signing some paperwork, I was finally allowed to go home, where I went straight to my room.

"What are the odds, that I pick the alien car" I said, dropping onto my bed.

"Well, it is me" I replied, picking up a soft basketball from the floor and attempting -and failing- to get it through the tiny hoop on the wall across from my room.

"Did I just have a conversation with myself? Cool." With that thought, I got up with a grunt and went downstairs, into the kitchen.

Finding the remote, I turned on the TV and listened to the news reporter.

"It was an awesome spectacle here an hour ago when over 40 C-17 s lifted off of this very base. We're not told where they're going" I turned of the TV and headed downstairs to get something to drink.

"Morning, Mo" I said to my dog who suddenly started barking, while reaching into the fridge for the carton of milk.

"Mojo! Mojo!" I yelled, trying to get him to shut up.

"Stop with the barking. It's too early. Please?" I turned around and dropped the carton of milk I was holding, catching sight of the devil car just chilling in my driveway.

"Oh my gosh" I shouted, running upstairs.

"What?" I heard my mom shout back.

I paused; "What am I doing up here?" I muttered.

"The cars back!" I yelled, running back downstairs and over to the window.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! Nevermind!" I peered through the window, seeing the car just idly sitting there like it wasn't some type of robot.

"Satan's Camaro. In my yard. It's stalking me" I said while grabbing Mojo, running back upstairs and putting him on my bed.

"If you pee on there you will die!" I called back, running into the garage, and taking a random bike. I hopped on and began pedaling down the street.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" I chanted, looking back at the car who had no driver, but was still keeping up with me perfectly.

Once I turned back around, I noticed a bump in the sidewalk and managed to turn but crashed into a tree, and fell off my bike. Ow.

"Samantha?" A deep, male voice asked. I opened my eyes to see Michael and his friends, who were all staring at me like I had fallen from the sky.

"Yea?" I answered.

"That was... That was really awesome" He struggled to say, while helping me up.

"Thanks… for the help." I muttered, while picking up my bike from where it was lying on the ground.

"Are you okay?" He asked, causing me to break under all of the stress of the past few days.

"I'm not okay, all right? I'm losing my mind a little bit. I'm getting chased by my car right now. I gotta go" I said, getting back on the bike,and riding off. I continued down the street, occasionally looking back to see the car following me. I rode into a random place and spotted a police car.

"Oh, thank god! Cops" I said, getting off the bike. "Officer!" I shouted, they came closer but didn't get out of the car. I continued my ramble;

"Thank God you're here! I've had the worst day ever! I've been... I've been followed here on my bike! My car's right there and it's been following me here!" I continued, staring through the windshield at the officer. "So get out of the car!" He revved the car, and it pushed me backwards.

"No! Stop! Oh, God. Okay, okay! Okay, all right!" I shouted getting hysterical, while moving backwards, away from the car. But it still kept getting closer and closer to me.

"Okay, look, look, look! Stop, stop! Please! Okay, what do you want from me?" One of the headlights extended with a claw type thing on the end.

"Okay… That's not normal." I said, moving back a bit so it wouldn't touch me. Then the car transformed into a giant robot with glowing red eyes.