Terra

Hey!

This isn't part of this story but I would like some opinions about it, please. I won't be working on this new story for a while but I would like to see some thoughts on it. I would greatly appreciate it. 

In regards to this actual story (Terra), I'll try to get a new chapter out soon but I can guarantee that in like 2 months I will be able to write more and hopefully finish before the new school year begins.

Anywho here is what I would like reviews on.

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Objects colliding with each other as they landed on wood assaulted my ears as Sam went up to present our Genealogy project. I sighed as I closed my eyes, burring my face in my arms. A soft pat on my back led me to know that Mikaela was next to me. Sam started to ramble about our great-great-grandfather, about how he was an explorer in the Arctic circle. Groaning, I lifted my head when I heard Sam rattling off prices for the objects he had brought in. "Unfortunately, despite the genius that he was, he ended up going blind and crazy in a psych ward. Drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about this uh, giant Iceman that he um, that he thought he discovered." The bell rang cutting Sam off. My classmates filed out of the room while I waited for Sam to get done talking with the teacher.

'Ouch, B-. Come on Sam, talk your way to an A.' "Look, can you look out that window for a moment. You see my father, the man in the green Car? Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream, a twin's dream, and a man's promise to that twin. He looked me in the eye and said, "Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me 2,000 dollars and three A's. Okay, I got the 2,000 and two A's. Okay, here's the dream. You're B- 'phoof' dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself. What would Jesus do?" I could feel the tension before I heard our teacher sigh, a scribble of a penile and Sam was pulling me out of the building.

Helping me in dad's car, Sam started to cheer. Dad agreed and said he would get us our car. I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt the wind blow through my hair. I crinkled my nose as we reached the more populated area of the city. "I got a surprise for ya," Dad said. We pulled in to a parking lot when Sam started to freak out. "No, Dad! You gotta be kidding me!" Sam said I smiled at his joy knowing it was about to come crashing down. Smelling the air, I could just tell it was an expensive car lot we were in. "Yeah, I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Dad laughed. I giggled at Sam's expense. I listened as we approached another place that smelled more like a junkyard and rust. Trumpet music assaulted my ears along with a low rumble of an older car. That was the noise I focused on as I had heard it behind us only to pass us after we turned around. Almost as if it was following us.

I felt Sam grab my hand as he pulled me out of Dad's car. Grabbing tightly to his hand, I followed him around. Sam kept grumbling about half a car, not half crap. A giggle escaped me as a new voice appeared behind me. "What can I do for you today gentlemen and little lady?" I crinkle my nose in response to the older male's voice. I whispered to Sam, "Is he black?" Sam replied with a faint yes as the man kept talking. "Let me tell you something, Son. A driver doesn't pick the car, the car picks the driver. There is a mystical bond between man and machine." The low rumble of the car I heard reappeared, the engine revving.

While dad and the man, Uncle Bobby B as he called himself, were talking Sam lead me through the parking lot. I trailed my fingers across the hoods of the cars as we passed. As I was running my fingers across one it felt like it shivered under my touch. Me pausing caused Sam to stop and I heard him gasp. "What is it? What kinda car? Condition?" I started rambling. I knew Sam didn't know much about cars, but I had gotten him a book, with dad's help, on different cars and makes. "1977 Chevrolet Camaro, I think. Its faded yellow with racing stripes. It's the best-looking car in this lot." Sam grabbed my hand and lead me to the driver's side door. He let me get in first.