(Y/n) (L/n), the girl who lost her family and was raised by her Uncle Ron and Aunt Judy Witwicky, along side her younger cousin Sam. She's been in the Army since she graduated high school, a damned good soldier for her age, and quickly rising throug...
Your mind was full of a million unanswered questions still as you watch your ceiling slowly start to illuminate with the rising sun. You had tried to fall asleep but your mind just wouldn't shut off. So with a groan you get up out of bed and get dressed for the day. Sam walk down the stairs as you pull your jeans up making you quickly tie your hair back out of your face before starting down the stairs yourself.
(Your outfit)
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You hear mojo barking and then Sam drop something in the kitchen. As you round the corner to the kitchen to see what the heck he dropped you hear his voice, "Satan's camaro is in my yard! It's stalking me!" He whisper yells over the phone before slamming it down and taking off out of the house not even seeing you. You look over the sink, ignoring the milk all over the floor, and see the camaro was in fact in the middle of the yard.
"For the love of god..." you mumble as you hurriedly put your combat boots on while trying to simultaneously running out of the house. Sam was already lifting his mother's bike off the ground. Running across the yard you skid into the garage on one leg, you smack the garage door opener making it start slowly sliding up. You weren't taking that skate board again, you'd never catch him and the yellow camaro following him down the street. Instead you yank a tarp coving your Harley Davidson you hand seen in forever.
(Your bike)
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Luckily for you the keys were still in the ignition, from your uncle Ron starting it up every few weeks to keep it from sitting to long. Twisting the keys, she roars to life immediately making you sigh in relief. Totally thinking, 'Fuck the helmet', you yank the throttle down making the back tire squeal while burning some rubber. Just like that your after your cousin being chased by his living car.
Speeding down the road you finally catch up to Sam peddling as fast as possible down the side walk. His car? Directly behind him... on the side walk. 'Nope, not suspicious at all...' you think to yourself sarcastically. As soon as you make it up beside Sam he flips his bike on a huge crack in the concrete. How he missed it was beyond you, but you slammed on the breaks and looked down at him. "Wow. Ten out of ten, that was awesome." You say sarcastically making him just groan and get up. "Yep... felt awesome." He managed to get out before you hear Mikaela's voice.
