am going to do my disclaimer once for the entire story. ok, here it goes
disclaimer: i do not own transformers and i never will
What. The fuck. Is that.
I had woken up just a few minutes ago, at around lunch time, like I usually did during the holidays and it started out as a normal day for me, Marie Cristiana Larcroft. At first I just lay in bed, enjoying the warmth of my blanket over me and the softness of my pillow, but I inevitably had to get up. I was instantly chilled by the cool air from the overhead fan as I stumbled towards my dresser, trying push my blond hair out of my face so I could see. After hitting my toe on the corner of my bed and running into my dresser I finally managed to grab the hairbrush and carefully pull it through my wavy hair. The light from the cracks in my wooden blinds was warm where they hit my skin and made the room just the right light, not too bright but not too dark so I couldn't see.
I put the hairbrush down and glanced briefly at myself in the mirror on the wall behind the dresser, I froze. Looking back at me was what I usually saw every morning, a 5 foot tall girl with copper coloured hair that went down to her butt, greeny-grey eyes and typical bronzed Aussie skin.( bronzed Aussie is what people call the tanned/olive skin of Australians.) what really caught my attention though was the soft light that shone through the five times too large tee shirt that I wore as Pj's. the light pulsed in tandem with my racing heart. I pulled down the collar of my sleeping shirt to see that the light was coming from underneath my skin exactly where my heart was.
Last I checked I wasn't the real life version of Tony Stark.
I stirred my tea absently as I thought. Thank god nanna and poppa are out or I would be in more trouble than a croc in dry season. I was currently staying with my grandparents for Christmas at their home in Canada. While I loved the cold I just wasn't used to it, I was used to the glaring sun of the outback and the burning plains of central Australia.
I rubbed my chest through the oversized sleeping shirt, I am not going anywhere so why bother getting more clothes dirty, as a stinging sensation reminded me of my predicament. I cant tell anyone, they would freak out, heck, who knows what will happen. I fiddled slightly with the woven bracelet I had gotten from nanna. It was quickly becoming my favourite, and only, piece of jewellery to wear. It was thin strips of tan leather wove around 4 fragments of dull, but still slightly shiny, grey, twenty cent coin sized pieces of stone.
I sipped at my honey flavoured tea once again and sighed, cant let this keep me down all day. I got up, drinking the last of my tea and putting the cup in the sink before moving into the lounge room. Hmm, what to watch, what to watch. I sat down and dug through the draws that contained all the movies that my grandparents owned. Ooooh, haven't watched this in a while. I pulled the DVD out of its case and put it in the player. I quickly moved to the couch and plopped myself down in the most unladylike fashion.
Ah, Transformers, one of the best movies out there, full of fight scenes, guns, explosions and giant kick ass robots.
As always the movie was awesome and I proceeded to watch the other two but I was constantly wincing and rubbing at the constant pain coming from my chest. The day after the movies went on quite similar only I was doing different things, constantly rubbing and occasionally hissing at a particularly painful sting.
It was 5:00 PM and my grandparents had just rang and told me that they would be home in a few minutes, at fist I didn't think much about, that is, until a lance of pain from my chest reminded me that I pretty much had a light bulb un my chest.
I stumbled as I ran for the bathroom, hitting my leg as I yanked the medicine cabinet open. Where are they, where are th - AHA. I scrabbled to pull the bandages out of the cupboard and pull off my night shirt, leaving me only in my short pyjama shorts. I wrapped the bandages around me, carefully concealing the soft, pulsing light.
I pulled my shirt on quickly as I heard poppas car in the driveway and bang of closing doors.
I fiddled with my bracelet once more. They can't know, they cant know.
