Ella Rae Witwicky is the older sister of Sam Witwicky, she went to school and got good grades, like any normal human girl, she didn't have many friends, she would rather stuff her face into a book, but what happens when her dad decides to buy her an...
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Ellas POV
I drove into the nearest car wash. It wasn't to packed, which I was glad for. I parked near one of the hoses that I would be using. I got out and grabbed my backpack. I went into one of the public bathrooms. I walked into one of the stalls and locked it, I opened my backpack and grabbed my after school outfit. I took off my school clothes and put on my shorts and shirt. I put my school clothes into my backpack for later.
I walked out of the stall and threw my backpack onto my back. I walked out of the public bathroom. I walked over to my car. I could hear wolf whistles towards me. I rolled my eyes. Pigs.
I bought a few rags, I got a bucket of water and soap. And some wax to wax the car. I put the soap in the bucket of water and made it soapy. I grabbed the rag and started to wash the car. "You definitely needed a wash dude", I said as I started to Scrub the hood. But the minute I said it, the hood popped open and I fell back, I fell into the bucket of water. Making my ass all wet and soapy. I groaned in a annoyance. What the hell dude?! "I'm totally going to have to fix that, that wasn't cool dude", I said as If the car could really understand me. I got up, despite the soapy and wet ass, and I began to wash the car again. It was a bit hard to get to the top of the car, so I just watered it down, in hopes of getting all the dirt off of it.
Now time to dry and wax. I dried most of the car as I could. Since I'm short as hell. Once done drying, I began to wax the car. But once I had started it felt like the car was shaking, no, more like purring. What a weird car. "Your definitely something else dude, you ain't like any other car I've worked on", I said as I continued to wax it. But I loved my new car. It looked brand new. I put my hands on my hips, I looked like a proud owner of a new car. "You look amazing", I said. People probably think I'm crazy. But who gives a shit. Normal people suck.
I grabbed my backpack from inside of my car and went back into the public bathroom. I dried off as best as I could. Before putting my wet clothes in a towel and putting it back into my backpack. I didn't have a brush, but who was I trying to impress? Yeah nobody that's who. I walked out of the public bathroom and walked back over to my now cleaned car. I threw my backpack in the back. I grabbed my keys and started the car, I put the little dice balls on. "Now your looking cool", I said. I drove out of the car wash. I started to make my way home. Not before I stopped by a store to get me a red and blue slushee.
When I did get to the store, I bought some snacks and some oil for the car. I paid for it and I walked out of the store. I saw some boys laughing at my car. I glared at them. I unlocked my car and put the stuff inside. I turned back around. I folded my arms together. I glared at them. I then knew who they were. Trent and his goons. I walked over to them. "Don't you have somewhere else to be a Moron?", I asked him. He laughed in my face. "Your such a loser and you have a loser car", he said laughing. His friends laughed as well. Well that pissed me off. First no one calls me a loser and second, no one insults my car. I glared at him, I still had my slushee in hand. I got real close. "Oh I'm a loser huh?", I said. He chuckled. "You sure are loser", he said laughing in my face again. I grit my teeth together. We'll see about that. I raised my arm and poured my slushee over his head. The red and blue drink came out of the cup and *splat* fell on top of his head. I smirked. "Well at least I'm not the loser with slushee over his head, bye bye", I said as I waved my fingers at him. I threw away the cup, not wanting to be a litterbug. I got in my car and started it. I patted the steering wheel. "Don't worry about it, your not a loser", I said. I then drove myself home. Wishing I didn't waist my slushee. But it was totally worth it. Totally worth it.
