A.n First Transformers story and it's REALLY different from the movie :) I only own my own twisted plot and the my charcter.
Singing will be like this
Small pale fingers strummed the guitar as she sat on the bench, rain pouring down on her
black and blue colors her
breathing in the rain for the hundreth time
her tears burning
but she refuses to let them see
she plays the happy songs in the sun
the boy who believes he's the holder of her broken heart wrapped her glass self in his arms
come on darling why can't you see he doesn't deserve to piece it back
come on, come on, come one,
glass breaks no one can see the fists flying inside her breaking her down
believeing anything as her eyes close under the rain as she plays
come on darling
come on darling why can't you see he doesn't deserve to piece it back
come on, come on, come one,
glass breaks no one can see the fists flying inside her breaking her down
believeing anything as her eyes close under the rain as she plays
come on, let it all fall away, but never never never let 'em see you cry darling
come on
come on
breath in the rain as the song ends
burning rain is ending as she ends herself inside
why does everything end
come on darling why can't you see he doesn't deserve to piece it back
come on, come on, come one,
glass breaks no one can see the fists flying inside her breaking her down
believeing anything as her eyes close under the rain as she plays
on and on.
The music stoped as the girl sitting un top of the roof looked up at the moon, tears refusing to fall. The moon shined brightly as she prayed to him, "please let tomorrow be better".
He watched as she slipped, back into her room with the insterment. She tucked herself into bed and fell into a dreamless state as the moon sent her an angel. A star shoot across the sky and landed in the medows miles away from her.
The annoying alarm buzzed for the 6th time as Mr. Witwicky yelled about his path, and I tried to fall back asleep, but the alarm wouldn't shut the hell up. I sat up and grabbed my bat that was underneth the bed and beat the thing until it 'shut up'. After I was done, sadly I was already awake and Mrs. Witwicky had started to call me to wake up.
"I'm up!" I yelled as I headed for my shower, throwing off the baggy white tank top and blue lace panties.
I washed my body carefully over the cuts high up on my thigh and the brusies on my upper arm in the shape of Trents hand where he grabbed me yesterday. I got out of the claw footed tub and I smelt like rosemary mint, carefully appiling my makeup and I put on my clothes (A.N out fit link on proflie).
I sprayed my neck with Taylor Swift's Wonderstruck prefume and grabbed my bag moving down the stairs, Mojo yipped at me with his cute little cast.
I cooed at the dog "is someone happy for their pain pills" I giggled as his tail shook faster making his body fall over.
"Alright thank you Trent, next is" our teacher through his list and then called out "Calla Witwicky" I took a deep breath and walked past Trent who slapped my ass as I did.
I held a pair of glasses and then started talking about my Grandfather. The class ran out of the room execpt Trent who leaned against the door weadge as I went to talk to the teacher.
"So what did I get" I asked praying for at least an A.
He looked at me "B minus"
I plassed the glasses in my pocket and pressed on hands on the desk leaning in "Look, can you do me a favor" I paused as he looked up again "can you look out the window for a second? See my father? He's the guy in the green car? Let me tell you about a dream, a girl's dream, and a man's promise to that girl. He looked her in the eye and said 'I'm gonna buy you a car, but I want you to bring me two-thousand dollars and three A's"
I heard Trent laugh, but continued, I needed that car
"Ok, I've got the two thousand and two A's, alright so here's the dream."
I pushed myself back and cupped my hands, "your B minus? Poof! Dream gone, Kaput, Sir, just ask yourself... What would Jesus do?
I ditched Trent as I ran to my Father's car smiling.
"Ok I have two thousand and threeA's, please let me get a car" I pleaded clasping my hands togther and shook them.
"Alright I'll get you a car"
I cheered as we drove away from the school.
We Pulled up to a brand new car dealership and I turned to my Father "this is not funny" I said blank faced as he laughed and drove out and over to some place called 'Bobbies' I think...
My Father and 'Uncle' Bobby started to talk and I caught something Bobby said "A driver don't pick the cars. Mmm-mm. Cars pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine."
As I walked over to the cars, my gaze landed on this beautiful 1977 model Camaro. It was painted yellow with black stripes, primer and rust patches, riveted hood scoop, Cragar SS wheels up front, Eric Vaughn Real Wheels in the back, marine-grade vinyl seats, and even an eight-track player.
I slipped in to the drivers seat and running my hands over the wheel I was intranced with this car.
"Nice car I'll sell it for 5,000" Bobby said and I looked at him "The paints faded" I said rubbing my thumb on the wheel.
"But's it's costom" he said and I snorted "so it's costom faded" he glared at me and hissed "yes it is"
I controlled my laughter.
"I'll let you have it for 5,000" Bobby said my Father and that started the agument.
"No, I'm not going above 4,000"
"The door just closed."
I looked up as he turned to me "get out of the car" I raised my hands in surrender knowing I wasn't getting the Camaro.
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I said in a bitchy tone "I thought you said 'the car chooses its owner' guess you lied" I closed the door and walked over to the green car of my Fathers.
Bobby yelled at my back trying to get the last word "well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father!"
That's when a loud sound blasted through the lot and the sound of shattering glass, I turned and looked. Every car in the lot's windows were broken, but the Camaro was fine.
Bobby looked at the cars then the Camaro then me, back to the Camaro and then to my father saying "4,000 it is."
I smirked and thought 'I win'.
A.N first chapter :) R&R please, ALSO the song is mine, I wrote it please do not steal it!