"Wait, so you're telling me that is THE Sam Witwicky?"
Ray Lark was a normal teenager until a trip to the movie theater brought her to another world-to the Transformer World.
Now Ray and her boyfriend, Noah, are about to go on the adventure of their...
I followed Sam down the stairs and into the kitchen. "aha!" he exclaimed, grabbing his backpack off the table. He began sifting through it.
"Are they there?" I asked, holding my breath.
Grinning, Sam held up a pair of old wire spectacles. "Bingo!"
Now it came back to me-at least part of the movie did. The glasses were in his backpack. In the movie Sam found them and then....
KNOCK-KNOCK!
There was a loud rap on the door and my heart sank. Shit...Sector 7's arrival happened next in the movie.
"Sam," I turned to the boy. "We need to-"
Before I could say another word, a group of men in black trench coats swarmed into the room, followed by Sam's father.
"Ronald Wickity?" the leader of the group asked...I recognized him from the movie as the arrogant Agents Simmons.
"It's Witwicky," Scowling, Ron folded his arms. "Who are you?"
"We're the government," Simmons whipped his sunglasses off dramatically. "Sector Seven."
Ron laughed. "Never heard of it,"
Simmons gave him a deadpan stare. "Never will."
We were all silent at this and you could have heard a pin drop.
"Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?" Simmons broke the silence.
"It's Witwicky!" Annoyed, Ron repeated.
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Judy gasped as she entered the room. "What the heck is going on here?"
Simmons did not even spare the women a glance as he focused on ron. "Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter.
Glancing out the window, Judy groaned. "They're ripping up my rose bushes!"
" National security?" Scowling, Ron raised an eyebrow.
Simmons nodded. "That's right. National security."
"I'm going to call the cops, something fishy is going on around here," Ron turned to leave but one of Simmons' men grabbed his arm.
"Yeah, there's something a little fishy about your son and his girlfriend," he pointed at me.
"I am not his girlfriend!" Muttering under my breath, I scowled. Why did everybody think that?"
"Scan them," Simmons motioned for one of his men to step forward.
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