Mysterious Vows

A collaborative story between Sisi and Night. Please take turns!!!
== Whispers (Night) ==
I woke, and immediately leaped to my feet. My clothes, which I had carefully put out the day before, were hanging on the chair where I had left them, the only change a white rose in the lapel of the shirt, which my mother must have placed there during the few hours I had managed to sleep.
I threw open the curtains, and inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of petrol, which always seemed to hang around me, and the smell of flowers, which were sitting on the windowsill, another item my mother must have placed while I slept.
The sky had a tint of blush, a sign of the oncoming dawn, but apart from this telltale sign of light, the sky was a deep navy blue, a few stars that hadn't yet faded from sight still glittering on the tapestry of the night sky. My eyes flicked to these stars first, and I smiled slightly when I saw that an entire constellation was still visible, even though it was faint. Orion, my favourite.
The door opened slightly, and I spun around, arms in the typical self defense pose. My mother blinked. "Fernsby?"
I relaxed, and rubbed my wrists. "Sorry, just reflexes."
She smiled. Ever since I was five, she had sent me to karate classes. Now, I was fourteen, and the best blackbelt in the dojo.
(Feel free to add more to this chapter~Sisi)
==What is Happening!? (Sisi)==
I walked out, and heard someone call my name. The voice sounded masculine. "Fernsby." I looked around. Nothing but the car. The car!? I said, "What. Is. Going. On!?" Again I heard that masculine voice."Turn around." I turned around, and the car freakin' talked! I screamed in fear. The car looked bewildered. Or as bewildered a car can look. "What? Is this not normal?" I yelled, "Duh, this isn't normal! CARS DON'T TALK!!" Then I added, "I know karate." The car replied, "So what?" I said, kinda weakly, "I can hurt you." The car said, "If you do, I'll be impressed. You're a 14-year-old human." I gave him a blank look. "I can still hurt you." He closed his eyes briefly. "Try me." I gave him the best kick I got. I heard the car snicker as I hopped around in pain. "Why. Am. I. So. Prideful!?" Mom came out and said, "Fernsby?? What's going on??" I said, "The car talked!" She looked at it, and raised her eyebrow. "Wow, 14-year-olds are imagitive!" I said, "But it did-" Mom said, "Bye..." waving slowly as she left. I left for karate, and tried to get Mr. Creepy-Car out of my brain. But how?? How did the family car we had for 10 years come to life??
(Feel free to fix spelling/grammar errors)
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