Shatter What I learned at an early in my life was that good things were ALWAYS followed by bad things. Like one day you get an A on a test and the next week you get a D or worse.
That was how this week was. On Wednesday I got a surprise visit from my mom's friend, Celeste Crawford, a famous artist in Brooklyn. It was the end of the school day and I was walking towards where Bulkhead usually waited for me, but he wasn't there. I looked around and saw that Jack and Raf had already left with their guardians, so I did what I always did when Bulkhead was late, I sat and started to draw.
10 minutes turned into 30 minutes, and still Bulkhead wasn't here. 30 minutes turned into an hour and no sign of Bulkhead.
I sighed. He wasn't coming. I got up and started to walk to my host parent's house.
Just when I was about to cross the street a silver jeep stopped right in front of me, had I not stopped the person would have run me over.
"Yo watch it!" I yelled. The passenger side window rolled down for me to see a familiar face.
"You have your mothers looks and your fathers temper, hop in sweetheart." Said a women's French accent.
I smiled at Celeste and got it, and then I turned to have a better look at her. Golden hair with soft curls, pale skin, bright green eyes, amazing complexion, the body of a model. It's no wonder why where ever we go she turns heads.
When we reached a red light Celeste turned her green eyes to me.
"So what's been going on petite amie*?
I just shrugged. I couldn't tell her about the 'friends' I had made and I most certainly couldn't tell her about the isolation and overwhelming sadness I felt. She would freak out and give them a piece of her mind, not caring that most of them were giant, alien robots.
"I found out that the brochure lied, so I've just been hanging around town with some friends, getting by in school, which is kinda easy*, playing my guitar, drawing and painting. You know stuff like that."
Celeste nodded, her eyes focused on the road as the light turned green again.
We drove for a little while, talking about school, 'friends', and of course, art. We drove into town and stopped by the local bakery.
I looked at Celeste confused.
"Why are we here?"
She laughed.
"Because silly, I live here!" She opened the bakery door and ushered my inside. She waved to the baker, who waved back, as we made our way up the stair and into a short hallway. At the end of the hallway was a simple wooden door.
Celeste walked to the door, opened it, and walked inside, leaving the door open so I would follow.
I did.
Closing the door behind me, I gasped looking around the room. It looked like a Manhattan apartment! In a small living room was a table, futon, and a small TV, the walls were a off white color, and the ceiling was white. Not what I expected from an artist's home, but it still looked cozy.
The kitchen was kinda small, only room for a table with two chairs, everything was either white or orange. Why orange I don't know, but it reminded me of the summers I spent in Tokyo.
It had one bedroom filled with a bad and paint supplies, of course.
"I like it." I said. Celeste turned to me and smiled. "I'm glad sweetheart, but I'm only going to be here for a week for an artist convention."
I perked up. "Hey can I go?"
Celeste laughed. "Of course you can go, if you want to."
"You bet I do!"
Celeste laughed again.
"Okay kiddo, but that means we're going shopping! The convention is on Friday and God forbid you wear your street clothes!"
That's another thing with Celeste; she loves to shop and loves to dress me up like a Barbie doll. Fun huh?
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Oh no we can't have that now can we?"
She chuckled.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow, I'll pick you up from school the moment you walk out the door got that?"
I nodded and she started laughing again, she was such a happy person.
We talked about pretty much everything under the sun until I felt a buzz coming from my phone. It was a text message from Jack asking me where I was. I scoffed. Like he cared, Bulkhead probably wanted him to send it.
I told him that I was at a friend's house and he just said that he and Arcee were coming to pick me up and told me to give him the address.
I did and 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door, I opened it, introduced Jack to Celeste, and left.
The drive to the base was a quiet one, and I could tell the Jack and Arcee were probably upset with me, but for once I didn't care. I had fun with a friend.
Too bad nobody else at the case felt the same way. I got chewed out my Optimus, Ratchet, and Bulkhead for not going to the base right after school.
I felt anger bubbling over me and I let them know it too. I all but yelled at them that I would have been at the base if Bulkhead had remembered to pick me up from school, and I also made it clear that they weren't my only friends( Ratchet also made it very clear that we weren't friends, that I was here to be protected and that's it.) I flinched at Ratchets words, I knew it already, but hearing out loud was like getting slapped in the face.
I narrowed my eyes at them and clenched my teeth and said in a semi calm voice that Celeste was only going to be here until Sunday, then she will leave to go back to Brooklyn, but until then I'm going to hang out with her.
Nobody liked that idea. If I was with Celeste then Bulkhead couldn't protect me and what if the Decepticons showed up?
I tried to reassure them that where we were going was crowded and the Deceptions were dumb enough to expose themselves like that.
Still they didn't like that. Like I cared!
I stomped away to another room, making them think I had left, but I really hid behind the wall to try and calm myself down, though I wish I hadn't.
I heard Jack's voice speak up.
"My god she's such a child sometimes!" I flinched at his words.
"A stupid one at that." Ratchet said, why did their words hurt so much? I should've expected this.
"I think she's being selfish, she's endangering all of us so she can have fun!" Arcee.
I silently gasped. My mask was starting to slip, so I did what most people would have done. I ran away. I ran through the hall, out of the base and in the direction of town. I just wish I knew how long I had to walk.
I had walked for 30 minutes straight when I heard the sound of a car coming from behind me. Thinking it was an Autobot, I kept walking. It didn't take long for the car to catch up to me, but to my mild surprise it wasn't an Autobot, or a Decepticon. The car was a little familiar though.
The passenger side window rolled down to reveals a man face, no older than 16 with fire red hair and piercing green eyes.
Wait a minute I knew him! He was the guy that challenged Jack to a race, and lost. I believe his name was Vince.
"Hey do you need a ride? It's another 10 miles until the town." He said, kinda generously.
I smiled a little. Okay maybe accepting a ride from someone I didn't know very well wasn't a good idea, but I had a pocket knife on me so I figured I would be kinda safe.
"I would love a ride thank you, Vince right?"
He seemed kinda surprised that I knew his name, his cheeks even reddened a little.
"Yeah, my names Vince. Hey you're that artist chick aren't you? The one from Japan?"
I blinked at him as i sat down and closed the door.
"Yeah, but how do you know me?"
"Oh well I don't KNOW you, seeing as I just met you and all, I just know you're from Japan and an awesome artist."
I laughed, okay he wasn't SO bad and he managed to cheer me up a little.
Vince grinned as he started to drive.
"So can I ask why you were out here all by yourself? In the middle of nowhere?" Vince asked.
"No you may not." I said laughing to let him know that I didn't mean offence.
"Okay okay, sorry I pried." He said, also laughing.
Yeah he wasn't a bad guy.
We sat in silence for a while until my cell buzzed again, and again it was Jack asking where I was.
I didn't reply. Okay maybe I did but it wasn't nice.
I threw my phone onto my lap, and scowled out the window.
"Careful, don't break my window by making it spontaneously combust." Vince said in a joking manner.
I chuckled, I just couldn't help it!
"So I'm guessing the person who sent you that text is the reason you're out in the middle of the desert?"
"You're a good guesser."
"Hey I was wondering if you would like to hang out with me and some of my friends at the park." Vince asked randomly.
I shrugged. "I got nothing better to do."
I could have sworn that his smile got even wider. Oh boy what was I getting myself into?