|Sam, female style
Author: Rat001 PM
Samantha Witwicky is a teenage girl who lives with her Uncle, her Aunt and her cousin. She never knew what a real famliy was like, until she got her first car. Romance in later chapters. Don't like it, don't read it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Family - Sam W. & Bumblebee - Chapters: 37 - Words: 34,663 - Reviews: 252 - Favs: 210 - Follows: 160 - Updated: 06-19-13 - Published: 04-30-10 - id: 5935561
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I'm back! J. I have made three changes in this Transformers story. One, Sam is a girl. Two, Jazz lives from getting torn in two by Megatron. Three, Sam parents are in jail so she lives with her Aunt Grace, Uncle Tom and Cousin Taylor. (Tom and Taylor are really mean to Sam. But they still love her.)
Ring! Ring! The alarm clock went. Samantha got up and slammed her hand on the top of the clock, then grabbed her glasses. (A/N: No, the gasses are not Archibald Witwicky's.) Sam had long black curly hair and sky-blue coloured eyes. Sam started to get dressed. She got into a white boob-tube with black stripes, (a boob-tube is a type of top) black pants with white stripes and black high-heel boots.
It was Sunday, and Sam was getting a car. Her Uncle, Tom, a short man with no hair, had bought his daughter, Taylor a hot new car and hadn't got one for Sam. But then the neighbours started to talk about it so he said he'd get her a car on Sunday.
Sam and her Uncle were soon driving over to 'Bobby B's car deals'. (A/N: I don't know the proper of the store. .)
'Should have known he would take me here,' Sam thought. 'He's such a cheap-oh when it come to me, but when it he's 'little princess', he buys stuff for her like there's no tomorrow!' Tom parked his car and he and Sam got out and went over to the owner.
"Hello there," The owner greeted them. "Name's Bobby Bolivia, what do need?"
"I'm looking for a cheap car for my niece." Tom told him.
'Yep, a cheap car,' Sam sighed.
"Follow me," Bobby told them he took them over to a car lot. "Pick any car and I'll tell you the prise."
Sam started to look around when she spotted a 19's century yellow camaro with black racing stripes. "What about this one?" She asked walking over to it. "It's cool, it's got racing stripes."
"Yeah it's got racing-" Bobby stopped mid-sentence. "What's this?" Sam heard him mutter.
Sam slid into the driver's seat. 'Wow, it feels great,' She wiped a bit of dust off the steering wheel. In the middle was a weird face. (A/n: Don't know how to describe the Autobot symbol, :P.)
"How much?" She heard her Uncle ask.
"Well," Bobby started. "Considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, (Bah, bah.) Five grand."
"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Tom told him.
"And yet he spends 20 grand on his 'little princess'."Sam muttered.
"Get out of the car, Kid," Bobby told her.
"Now," Bobby said walking over to a yellow car. (A/N: I don't know what the car's called. :P.) "This one here for four G's is a beaut."
"I like the camaro," Sam told them as she shut the car door. But when she did the other one hit the car Bobby was showing them, almost getting hit in the process.
"You all right?" Tom asked.
Sam then heard the radio in the car turn on saying. "Greater that man,"
"Just fine," He answered he then started to walk over to another car saying. "That one's my favourite, drove all the way from Alabammy-"
He didn't get to finish because the camaro let off a high-screech that blew up all the cars windows in the lot not including the camaro's.
Bobby looked around at his cars, then he turned to look at Sam and her Uncle holding up four fingers. "Four thousand." He squeaked.