Looking through the video, mom took, I spotted no mistakes in my perfomance.
Oh, hello! Didn't see you there. Let me introduce myself.
My name is Sophie Lancaster, I'm 16 years old. I have the sterotypical american blond hair and blue eyes. I'm kinda on the taller side, standing 5'7 ft., though according to my doctor, I won't grow much more. My body is fit, from ice skating. My mom's name is Gracie and my dad's Jack. I have an older brother named Miles. He's... special, though for the last few months he really matured. Something his best friend, Sam Witticky or something, said.
Anyway, the video I'm looking at, is from a training session at the local hockey stadium. Just for fun, I decided to make a 'piece of art' as mom calls it.
It's just a dance sequence, with the the song 'Shake It Off' by Taylor Swift.
"Hey, Soph? Sam, me and some friends are going to the hockey stadium to play. Wanna join? I know, you have some sort of sequence or training to do, right?" Miles called.
Why not? I could practice, while have some fun. And I could meet these freinds, that Miles seem so familiare with. I'm happy for him. He really needed some company, besides Sam.
"Sure, let me get my stuff. I got a new costume I need to try, to make sure it fits and all." I called back.
"Alright. I'll tell mom an dad you coming to." He said and he was gone.
I shut down my computer and gathered my stuff. I took the bag with my new set. It's a tight top, cut short to show my stomach, and my just barely there sixpack. It was golden, with lots of sparkles. There was also tight fitting shorts. They covered my stomach. They were a light silver, also with lots of sparkles. When wearing both, only a few inches of my middrift is shown.
A cars honked made me look up and out of my window. Sams car. A beautifull Camaro. I don't know alot about cars, but I know a pricey car, when I see it.
"You coming, Soph? We already a little late." Miles yelled. I grapped my things and ran down the stairs.
For some reason, the stairs hate me. I've been told I'm gracefull, even if I'm just walking. That gracefullness is from my ice skating, but when I'm on stairs, moving or not, I somehow trip. That's how Miles and Sam found me. Sitting on my behind, shaking my head to get the dizzyness away.
"You tripped again? I thought ice skaters were supposed to be gracefull, now fall on their ass." He laughed.
Ass.
"I didn't trip! The stairs tried to kill me! I tell you! Their're deadly!" I 'cried'.
I stopped and looked up. Miles looked exparated and Sam looked a little freaked out.
I just laughed and got up.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." I said, while patting my, now a little sore, backend.
They both rolled their eyes.
I grapped my ice skates from their spots, and followed the boys out. What greeted me, made me falter my step.
"Miles! Why, in the name of everything holy, are there THIRTEEN hot-as-hell cars and motorcycles AND trucks parked in front of our house?!" I, kind off, yelled. He just shrugged.
Very helpfu...
"Ugh! I forgot to do my hair. I'll be back in a flash!" And I was gone.
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Normal POV
Miles watched his sister run back to the house. He shaked his head, she always forgot something.
Miles walked towards the familiar cars, trucks and motorcycles. But he knew they weren't normal vehicals. They were aliens. Living robots. Autobots.
Doors opened, riders got off their transports, and Miles met up with them.
"Listen guys. The girl you just saw, is my baby sister. I don't want her to know about you, okay?" He asked, almost pleading.
"Do not worry, Miles. We will be discreet around her." Orion Pax, better known as Optimus Prime, said. "Autobots, keep discreet. Don't let the femme know about us." The last Prime ordered. "Yes, Prime." Came the answer.
"I'm back. Oh, hello." The femme, Sophie, said while panting.
"Soph, these are my friends. Orion Pax, his wife Elina, the twins Sean and Seth, the other twins Mark and Simon, Ian and his wife Chloe, R.C., Fia, Ray, Ben and Jazz." Miles introduced Sophie, while pointing out who's who.
"Hey, guys. So, you're joining us on the ice?" She asked.
"Yea' lil' lady. Hope ya can keep up." Jazz said, smirking.
She just smirked back. "Maybe I should ask you that, lil' man.'"
An indegent "Hey!" was heard and then laughter. Becauser he were shorter than the girl, by a few inches. Not many, but enough to be noticeable.
"So, should we head out?" Sam asked.
A few minutes later, and the curious neighbors saw the very pricey caravan leave.