it was 2007 and a completely…normal…day on Earth. You’re in your junior year of high school like Sam and Mikaela and you’re what high school kids consider to be a loner because you have no friends and you don’t really talk to people. Right now it’s about 4pm and there’s a high school party at the lake and all the cool kids are there like Trent, Mikaela, and almost every other high schooler. You show up in attempts to try to become social for once since your parents forced you to. You’re pretty happy being alone but your parents didn’t accept that response.

Trent: playing football with his friends while leaning against his brand new truck.

Mikaela: watching them with little to no interest so she sighs and mumbles to herself because Trent isn’t paying attention to her anyways. “this is annoying…”

then you pull up in an old rusted 1977 Chevrolet Camaro. It’s a yellow one with stripes. Little do you know that your car is alive.