Disclaimer: I wish I owned Transformers... but I do not.
AN: PLEASE COMMENT! I need to know if I should do something to change my OCs before I get into the good stuff! I will definately update this in a day or so if I get atleast one comment so PLEASE! THANK YOU! :3
Alex POV:
Hi. I'm Alex. Well, Alexis, but everyone calls me Alex. Actually just me, my mom, and my friend, but... nevermind. I'm fairly normal hegiht with fairly normal weight. I have pale skin and hazel hair due to the fact that I dyed it. Anyway, I'm 16 years old and I live in Atlanta Georgia. I use to live in Alabama until my parents got divorced and we lost our house. Yeah... our relatives "didn't have room for us" so my mom decided that we would move to a different state all together. Pretty smart considering we have NO family here whatsoever. Anyway, that was when I was like 14. OOH YEAH! Ya know what else happened that year? I met my best friend Katie! I mean BEST friend! Like ya know how you have that one friend you hang out with in preschool, and then another in kindergarten- 2nd grade, and then another in 3rd- 5th, and then another in 6th- 8th, and then multiple ones in highschool? Well, I followed that pattern up until my freshman year when I came here and met her. And believe me, being the newbie your freshman year SUCKS! I remember I turned 16 October of my sophmore year. And now it's summer of my sophmore year and as far as I know, I'm still 16. Haha. Anyway, when we moved here, I was beyond pissed. My mom was too.
See, we had lost our house to collection agencies because we were so far in dept, so we sold our crummy car, borrowed a fat stack of cash from my mom's rich friend (and our ex- neighbor), and moved away. According to my mom, far enough that we were away from all the drama, but close enough so that we stayed in the south, because we've lived here our whole lives. When we got here, we couldn't find a house anywhere near our price range so we went with the option of an apartment. We got an apartment in a drab little complex with fairly low rent. Of course, by then, we were almost out of money, so my mom started looking for a job. Well she didn't exactly finish college or have much experience with anything except customer service... so needless to say, there weren't many employers who wanted her on payroll. But eventually she found a job working at a gas station. Monroe's Gas & Goods to be exact. It's minimum wage, but with my dad sending money (occassionally), it works out.
So when I started highschool you can probably guess how terrified I was. I mean, everyone's always scared their firs day, but when you're the new kid and you're already shy as it is... you can imagine I was beyond nervous. I remember on my first day I wore a combination of brand new stuff and hand-me-downs. And it helped that I brought my jacket along just in case 'cause by lunch I wanted to curl up inside it and disappear. But then I saw this girl looking almost as nervous as I was, sitting near some preppy sophmores that she was pretending to associate with. I went and sat with her, and to my suprise, she looked relieved to have me there. She was about the same size as I was, and back then our hair colors were the same because that was before I dyed mine. We looked pretty similar. Same brown hair. Same medium height, medium weight body styles. But our colthes were different. She was wearing clothes that looked all brand new: a blue see- through collared top with a white tank top under it, white skinny jeans, and blue sandals. I was wearing a red T-shirt with some logo on it, faded skinny jeans with rips at the knees, and black and white Converses. We talked about some of our fandoms through lunch and it turns out we both hate all that normal teen girl crap. Ya know like Justin Beiber, Twilight... stuff like that. She asked for my phone numbers so we could keep in touch because we only had one class together, and that was the start of it all. From then on, we were inseperable.
Since I first met her, I've learned alot about her past. She lives with both her parents, though her dad is frequently away on business (he's a trucker... yeah.). Her mom and my mom are good friends too. She lives in a house on the outskirts of town, just barely in our school district. It's nothing special, but it isn't too shabby either. She says it's where she's always lived. Her mom works at a lower school in the lunchroom. It isn't perfect pay, but they aren't really poor. I don't think she has as many family problems as me. She seems to get along well with all her relatives. Unlike me, she's not an only child. She has a brother named Nick, but they never see eachother because he's in the Navy. Her Uncle Lucas is in the armed forces too, but he works mainly on classified stuff that we really don't know about.
Our plans for the future are totally different though. Katie wants to be a musician. She plays clarinet and percussion in the band, and she's the best singer I know. Whereas, I can't sing one note. When I get older, I want to be an artist. Anything visually creative is right up my ally. I can draw, paint, sculpt, write stories, write poetry... I even have a hand- made easle in my room with my paintings sitting on it. Anyway, we both have different talents, but that's what keeps us together I guess. Ya know, they say opposites attract. ... No homo!
AN: SECOND FANFIC SO PLEASE NO FLAMES!