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(1) Chapter 1 - A Cool Camaro

Y/ns POV

".. 57.. 58.. 59.. 60!" I let go of my pullup bar, heaving for air and leaning against the doorway. Sweat glistens down my body and I stick my tongue out in disgust. Right now my brother, Sam, is at school, dad went to go pick him and possibly Sams new car up.

I take the bar down from the top of my doorframe, tossing it into my room lazily. I stretch my arms, closing my door and undressing to get in the shower. I go into my bathroom and close the door, peeling back the curtains to sit on my shower chair and take off my metal leg.

I hated it.

It made me feel weak, I've seen people stare, whisper, and laugh in public. They thought I'd need to be coddled all my life and it made me feel vulnerable and frustrated.

I shake my head clear of my thoughts and place the leg on my counter with a clank. I slowly swing my one leg into the tub, turn on the water, and wash the sweat off my body.

It's been a few months since I got discharged after the accident, even so, the remainder of my leg was still sensitive, like a fresh bruise.

I turn off the water and sigh, drying off and putting the leg back on.

I get dressed into a f/c tanktop and black ripped jeans, flexing temporarily in the mirror before chuckling to myself.

I tread downstairs and into the living room, on que, the low rumble of an unfamiliar motor sounds outside and my face lights up. I zip out the front door to see an old, faded, yellow Camaro in the driveway, along with dad on the otherside of the driveway, parking his own car.

As quickly as I can, I make it over to the car once its parked and my brothers out. I rub the hood, "Woah, Sam! You got it! And a classic model too." I squeal.

Sam pushes his palm against my forehead and pushes me away, "I think I should be more excited than you are." He sighs. I chuckle and move away from him, before darting into the drivers seat and looking around, "You really scored, punk." I chuckle, but then I notice a symbol on the steering wheel. 'Weird, is it off brand or something?' I get out of the car and ruffle Sams hair.

He swats me away, "Yeah, yeah. Chill." I roll my eyes, "Ooh, someone got all big and bad with his new car." I roll my eyes, "You're a geek, you know that?" Sam insults and I scoff.

Sam goes into the house to do his own thing, dad approaches me, "Hey kiddo, wanna help me with this thing?" He gestures to the half done path on the ground and a stack of oddly shaped bricks.

~Time Skip~

"Ron! This one is uneven." Mom yells out, messing with the path as me and dad work on the rest of it. "Yeah? Probably." He responds, not paying much attention to her criticism. "This one is wobbly." She steps harder on the path. I sigh inwardly, internally begging for anything to take me out of this situation.

My begging seems to be answered as Sam walks out with his keys jiggling. I spring up and walk over to him, "Goin' somewhere?" I ask him, trying to seem chill, but my eyes showed him I was basically pleading to get out of here.

"Aw Sam, Y/n, I do not like footprints on my grass." Dad sighs disappointedly, I quickly go onto the path, "Sorry." I shrug. Sam sputters out a response, "What foot- There's no footprints." He looks around the grass.

While they bicker, I wait by the car until Sam makes it over, "Hey, hey- Who said you're going with me?" Sam raises a brow as I scoff at him. "I did." I get in the passenger seat. Sam mumbles something to himself, getting in the Camaro.

Mom and Dad hollar warnings and all that junk while Sam starts the car, black smoke coming out of it. I lean back in the seat, "So, where we goin' Sammy?" I ask, closing my eyes and putting my feet on the dashboard to purposefully annoy him.