Healing Hearts

Chapter 4

"I've got a surprise for you."
"No, no, no- no way Dad! You've gotta be kidding!"
"Yeah, I am. There's no way I'd get you a Porsche for your first car."
"I'm not talking to you for the rest of the year."

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"I'm Uncle Bobby B, baby! What can I get you?"
Sam looked around at the cars, spotting an old, rusted mustang that had racing stripes.
"What about that one?"
"Well, the car chooses the driver, after all. You really want... hmm, I've never seen this one before. But it goes for five grand."
"No, I'm not paying over four."
"But it's rusted!"
"A rusted custom job is still a custom job. Now let's look at this yellow buggy right here, it's a nice looking-"
The mustang's passenger door swung open to smack the buggy, leaving dents of all sorts in the metal.
"Well, what about-"
A sharp screech reverberated through the air as all the surrounding cars' windows blew up from the high-pitched frequency.
"Take it! It'll be four grand!"

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"Someone's stealing my car! Hey!"
Sam pedaled as fast as he could after his retreating car.
The car turned left a block later, and Sam forgot to pedal as he didn't see anyone in the driver's seat.
"Hello, this is the 911 emergency hotline. My name is Joel, how may I help you?"

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"Hey, want me to drive you home?"
"No, thanks. I can walk."
"Are you sure? My car's warm and ready."
Sam blushed as he realized his terrible word choice.
"Sure, I guess."

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Sirens blared as a police car turned on its lights for Sam.
Groaning in dread, Sam attempted to pull the car over to a stop, but the steering wheel wouldn't budge.
"C'mon you stupid car, turn!"
"Sam, why are you accelerating?!"
"I'm not! My foot's completely off the pedal! It's this car!"
The squad car continued its chase, following the rusty mustang's sharp maneuvers to a T.

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"Oh my God, my car's a living robot. My car is alive. My car is fighting another robot. That's my car!"
"We get it Sam, they're cars that can turn into robots. Just shut up before they notice us."
"Right, right, of course."

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"So, you talk through the radio?"
A crowd's cheer sounded through the robot's radio as it clapped its hands. "Thank you, thank you, you're beautiful."
"What do you want with me? With us?"
"Message to star fleet... in the vast stars of space... messengers sent down from Heaven."
"What are you, an alien or something?"
The alien robot pointed at Mikaela with joy before transforming into a mustang again. "Any more questions you'd like to ask?"

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"Hey, look, you pissed him off! That's four thousand dollars that just drove off!"
Mikaela shook her head in exasperation before both teens' eyes widened at the sight of a brand-new yellow Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes parking right next to them on the road.
Climbing in quickly, the two humans were shocked into silence at their robot's amazing transformation.

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"Bumblebee to Optimus Prime, come in Optimus Prime. Sir, I've found a lead to the Allspark."