“Please continue, Ms. Carlin this is not an auction house.”

She nodded. “At any rate my great great grandfather ended up going blind and crazy before he died.”

Just then the school bell rang and the class scattered out the door. Spencer smiled to herself as she watched Ashley leave. She placed all of her memorabilia back in her bag then turned to her teacher.

“Pretty good right?”

The teacher simply swiveled his chair around to face her and squinted in thought. “I’d say a solid B minus.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped. “B minus?”

“Ms. Carling you offered to sell your great great grandfather’s crap in my class.”

She hid her hurt expression at his flippant use of the word ‘crap’ and argued back. “Can you do me a favor, look out the window at my father? He is the salt and pepper haired man in the black car.”

“Uh-huh.”

“He promised me he’d buy me a car. He said ‘Spence, bring me $2000 and three A’s.’ I have the 2000 and two A’s. Your B minus just blows up my dream of having a car. Kaput. Gone. Destroyed.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Spencer was only briefly spotted as she ran out of class and through the quad towards her dad. She was a golden colored blue but someone did notice.

“YES!” Spencer screamed as she reached her dad in his Jaguar. “It’s and A minus but IT’S AN A!”

“Alright Spence let me see.”

She shoved her report card at him and buckled in the passenger seat next to him, ready to go. Today she would have a car and could finally put her license to good use.

Her father smiled brightly at her and then drove off into town towards all the car dealerships. “Oh which one to choose.”

Spencer shook with excitement as her dad drove into the Porsche dealership.  “No way dad.”

He chuckled heartily. “You’re right Spence, no way am I buying you a Porsche.”

She glared at him; he simply continued driving until he took a left into ‘Bobby B’s’ used car dealership.

“Here?”

“It’s your first car Spencer.”

“Yeah but you want it to run or at least I do!”

Her dad parked and the both got out of the car. “Can’t you be happy with 4 wheels and an engine?”

She scoffed.  “How am I ever going to lose…or get the right attention from…DAD!”

“No sacrifice, no victory.” She sighed and prepared to argue back.

Just then a tall, black, oddly dressed man walked forward and introduced himself. “I’m Bobby B. How can I help?”

“My daughter here is looking to buy her first car.” They both enthusiastically shook hands.

“Let me tell you the car picks the driver.”

Bobby B guided Spencer toward his lot of cars buttering her up with a speech. They approached a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. She ran her hand across the hood then opened the door and took a seat behind the wheel. “This isn’t bad.”

Her father perked up, happy that this might go quick.  “How much?”

“Well given the classic nature of the car and the custom paint job…5000.”

Spencer’s dad sighed and gave a small frown. “Nope, I’m not paying over 4. Out of the car Spence.”

“But dad…” Spencer knew he was dead set on the price and opened the door and got out.

Bobby B seemed unphased and showed her the next car on the lot; a yellow rusted VW bug. As Spencer closed the door the passener door flew up and hit the Bug next to it. The three of them awkwardly stared at each without a word. Suddenly, out of nowhere, all the glass window around them shattered.

Bobby B assessed the damage and then turned to Spencer and her dad. “4000”