Yay next chapter :)

I have a lot of fun writing this story.

Maybe because Cory is such a silly character and I enjoy writing about her.

I wrote this listening to Weezer's "Back to the Shack".

Anyway, please review.

Cory twitched slightly at the sounds of Billy messing around in one of the huge garages. She would have scolded him, especially after hearing something hit the floor with a loud clank, but she was too busy eyeing the long stretch of dirt road, waiting for the only decent-looking tow truck they had.

It was blue with only a couple dents, and the only one they had that wasn't spotted with rust. Using her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, she finally saw the image of the faded blue truck coming into focus like a mirage far down the road. "Hey! Tito's here!" Cory shouted at Billy, who made a couple of noises and a string of curses before coming up to stand next to her.

Cory placed her hands on her hips and grinned upwards at Billy. He just shook his head and swatted his hands at the blue tow truck like he was wishing it to go away.

"Just forget it, Cory. Another car, another day. We get paid for towing, fixing, restoring, junking, repo'ing...We have a decent house that three people live in, another building with an office that Uncle works in, and how many garages do we have?" he gestured to Cory who had an amused grin on her face.

"Six," she said, trying not to laugh at Billy's way of explaining everything.

"Oh, and the car lot and the trailer. Am I forgetting anything? Or do we live in middle of the woods with a gate surrounding us? And even after all the cars, trucks, and motorcycles that have come through here every day, you still get excited when Big Blue comes driving down that road." He lightly pushed Cory in the arm, who in return pushed a lot harder.

"I hope you're not teasing me, Billy." Before Billy could reply, the big blue tow truck pulled into the lot right in front of the two of them. Tito immediately jumped out of the truck and pushed his cowboy hat out of his face. "Man oh man, this thing just needs a little care and love, but she is such a beauty! I'm surprised your uncle bought it. You can tell this thing was a fighter." That's all Cory needed to hear as she rushed over to the back of the tow truck and see what was chained up back there.

"No way."

Cory immediately climbed onto the top of the truck and stared awestruck. "He didn't, did he? This was Abgail's dream car." Cory brushed her hands through her hair, holding it in place as she stared in a dreamlike state. "You can touch it, Cory," said a voice she recognized immediately.

"Uncle..." Cory turned her head and faced him, dropping her arms. "Expensive, yes, but a 2014 Chevy Camero is just what I was looking for."

Cory listened to her uncle as she stepped forward and placed her hands on hood, feeling the smooth, fresh, yellow paint. She even admired the two black racing stripes in the middle running all the way from front to back. Even the dark black grill was staring her in the face.

One word came to mind as she looked at this car: shone brightly in the light, making it look so fresh and new.

Cory wanted to take it on the road now. " yo Cory, are you listening?" Cory lifted her head and turned to face her uncle. "Yes?" She blinked, then focused, standing up straight. "What did you say?"

The poor middle-aged man shook his head and leaned against the bed of the tow truck. "It's yours, girly...I am a little late, but happy birthday. I'm pretty sure Abigail would have been jealous." Cory practically gave herself whiplash looking back and forth between the car and her uncle. "You're kidding, right?" She placed her hands on her hips. "Haha, you're funny. Where are the cameras, it's all a joke."

She could hear Billy in agreeing and arguing that his green Toyota Prius hybrid looked like nothing compared to this. But her uncle just shook his head. "No, it's yours. You've been working hard, and I expect you to go to school all the time, and I don't want to end up seeing you here during school hours." Cory blinked and looked back the Camero.

Tito, who had stayed silent this whole time, moved up to Uncle and whispered quietly to him while Billy begged Cory to let him take the car for a spin. "You didn't really pay for that all by yourself," he spoke quietly. Uncle shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, no, I didn't. I took some out of her paychecks to help pay for it. But she does deserve it, especially since it's coming close to the day her sister disappeared."

"Yo, Tito! Get Big Blue moving, I want to take it out on a run," Cory hollered at the two older men. "Where does she get this energy?" Tito grumbled. Uncle shook his head and chuckled. "You should see her in the morning. It becomes World War 2."

"HEY, I HEARD THAT!" Cory yelled at them Uncle groaned and stood at the side of the truck bed, pulling the levers to slide it down until it touched the ground.

"Did you- "Keys, please." She smiled at him, who in return let out a big sigh and pulled the keys out from his worn out jeans pocket and handed them to her. "Don't crash into anything." Cory placed a hand on her chest, looking shocked. "Do you know who I am?" Tito shook his head as he stepped away just as Cory opened the door and slid onto the seat.

Oooh, Cory has a sister named Abigail.

What happened to her?

Why is she gone?

For now,

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