A/N: Yes, this is a new story. Yes, I will try to finish my other two that I have. This has been driving me crazy for some time now, and its been sitting on my harddrive for awhile. please, review and tell me waht you think, even if you only review to tell me you are confuzed.
This may come as a surprise to you, but there are other forms of life out there. In fact, some 'aliens' may be closer than you think. Some of them are here on earth, hiding in plain sight. I know one of them. He is a mech, which is what they call the males of their species. He can transform into a F-22 military jet. And his name is….
Well, you don't really need to know that. He told me not to tell anyone. I promised. And I always keep my promises.
So, anyways, these aliens are pretty cool. And they are nice; depending on which ones you come in contact with. The Autobots are nice to humans, and the Decepticons are nice to me. Oh, wait, I said too much. Sorry. This means that I'm going to need to kill you now.
Well, maybe later. I'm too tired to do it now. After all, it's three in the morning. What do you mean, why am I up? I almost never sleep. It's normal for me to be up all hours. I rarely need to sleep. Don't really know why, either. It just seems that I can survive on three hours of sleep, depending on what I do during the day, or week.
Oh, wait, I forgot again. I never told you who I am, did I? Well, I am a thirteen-year-old girl. That's right, I'm almost a teenager. He tells me that a human teenager is a terror, but I want to prove him wrong. I have dirty blonde hair with matching hazel eyes, although in the light, they have a slight red tinge. People always ask me if I wear funky contacts, or if I burst my blood vessels in my eyes. I always laugh at them, and then I walk away. Sure, I'm shorter than most people I know, but I also have the build and speed to get away if they try to follow me.
Although, now that I think of it, it doesn't matter if they follow me. I don't know where I'm going most of the time. All that I know is that I have to keep moving forward, and I cant stand being in any kind of building for too long. I also have a thing called…what was it again? Claustrophobia? I don't know. I just know that I hate enclosed spaces. They scare me. They make me panic.
I don't know why, but I have no memories of the time before my twelfth birthday. That was when I met him. The alien F-22. Ever since then, we have kept in contact.
I never thought that I was any different then the other humans before. But, keeping in contact with an alien that had turn into a military jet without any sort of technology is apparently impossible for others to do. Again, the proof is there that I'm not right.
He keeps telling me to ignore them, anyways. Why do the squishes need to be the same as me? I can be my own person. At least, that's what he says.
But, I haven't seen trail nor wing of my friend. He hasn't contacted me for a week, either. It's starting to worry me. We normally talk about things every Wednesday.
He had been talking about strange things recently. About his wingmates and that he was scared for the three of them. He also seemed to worry for me, as well. He didn't want his friends to find me. Kept telling me to keep my mouth shut and my feet walking. He also told me if things got really bad, to go to the Autobots. They would protect me.
Every time he asked me something, I would ask back, "Why?". He wouldn't answer me straight, either. He just gave me random coordinates, and then the conversation ended. I checked the coordinates out the other day at a library. He wants me to find a way to the middle of the mountains for Autobot help? How could I do that if he didn't give me a ride, or anything?
Yes, you can say I'm worried about Starscream.