The Adventure of a Lifetime

I don't own transformers, but I do own Kirsten my character. Oh and this is based off the movie and the book together.

Adventure/Romance

The romance is a secret, but I will give a cookie and thumbs up to any one who can guess it right.

On with the story.

The bell at Tranquility High School and students left the classrooms to go home. Kirsten Lanford leaned against the lockers across from a history class as she watched the students leave. Her friends most hated "enemy" walked out the door with some jocks. Trent DeMarco the schools most "hottest" Quarter back or as her friend Sam called him, Neanderthal jock Trent. Oh and the boy was stupid in not only school subjects, but in people to. Mikaela Banes was right at his side leaving with all her girlie friends. Kirsten thought she was smart and a lot more caring than Trent. Her friend Sam had a crush on her for a long time and still does.

The hall finally cleared and she was able to see Sam talking to Mr. Hosney about something, which looked like he was trying to convince him. Kirsten just shook her head, 'no doubt about a grade.' She picked up her and out a motorcycle helmet with blue flames on it as the door opened to the classroom and out came Sam with his brown hair a slight mess from the day.

"Hey Kirsten I got the grades, now dad is paying for half my car," he said holding up paper to show an A-. She grabbed the paper and shook her head.

"Sam, you and I both know you better than this," Kirsten said looking at him. "What grade did you really get and don't lie I saw you talking to Mr. Hosney."

Sam looked at her and sighed in utter defeat, "OK, it was a B-."

"Sam!"

"No really, that was my grade," he said steadily. "Just please don't tell dad?"

"Well seeing as you didn't change it from a C- I'll let it slide."

"Thanks Kirsten," he said gratefully. She just smiled and pushed off the locker handing the paper back and walking off. He followed saying, "Now I need money to get the girl."

"Well here," said Kirsten pulling out a five-dollar bill. "I'll be your first donator."

"Thanks, bud,"

"No problem. Hey do you think I could look at the glasses again?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"…OK," he said and pulled out his great-great-grandfather Archibal Witwicky glasses. They were cracked and scratched and slightly rusted. He had used them in his family genealogy report, and "sell" them at the same time. Kirsten took them gingerly and scanned over them turning in a circle.

Sam watched as she stared intently at them. They had met in the sixth grade and had become friends fast, so this would make their sixth year of knowing each other. Kirsten called her self a plane person because she had brown eyes and dark brown that reached a bit past her shoulders. She was five foot six and wore girl shirts along with guy or slightly baggy pants. Today she wore a lavender shirt with two butterflies and faded green baggy pants. Kirsten was nice and quiet to anyone kind back. Make her mad or catch her in a bad mood you'll be in pain. Sam should know, he got her mad and got kicked in the shin "twice" along with kicking a kid in the ass once. She was a tough girl. She usually got B's in her classes and was one heck of a grease monkey.

"You're always asking to look at them so why don't you just buy them?" asked Sam.

Kirsten sighed and said, "Because I don't need them and," she looked at Sam, "I think someone needs them more than me."

"How do you know its not you," he countered.

"He is going to need them for something important."

"He?" asked Sam.

"Yes he," she said handing them back to him.

"But how do…?"

"Sam you know very well when ever the words someone, something, or should come into my sentence it usually happens. Like I told you, you should review your math. The next day you had a pop quiz in math.

"Alright, alright," he said as they stopped by the doors leading to the student parking lot.

Kirsten pulled on a denim jacket and pulled her hair back with her bag on her back. "Now remember after you get your ride call me and tell me what it is." Walking out the doors she rushed to her own ride. It was a red Ninja motorcycle; she was glad it was one of her favorite colors; she placed on her helmet and got on it. Placing her keys in the ignition and started it up and pulled out of the lot.

When she turned the corner she saw Mr. Witwicky in his car waiting for Sam. She slowed down and pulled up next to him and said, "Hey there Mr. Witwicky."

"Oh hello Kirsten, have you seen Sam?"

"No, but he should be out soon," said Kirsten looking at the school doors and out came Sam. "Well I have to go, have fun paying for half of Sam's car." She put the visor down and took off down the street.

Sam saw his dad talking to Kirsten and asked, "What were you talking about with Kirsten?"

"Just saying hi and asking if she saw you…" he paused, "And she said, "have fun paying for half of your car" before she left."

"Well she's right, I got an A- on my project." Ron looked at the paper and sighed.

"Alright," he said as he pulled out of his parking space.

Kirsten pulled her bike into the shed and did a check on it before locking it up and getting into the house. In the kitchen she dropped her bag on the counter and to grab a granola bar from the cabinet. Grabbing the said food she looked down to see a message on the phone. Pushing play she heard her mothers voice come on saying that the meeting she was in would take too long and to just go ahead and eat. Kirsten just shook her head and got to work on Monday's homework.

As she finished it she saw how dark it was starting to get and made some chicken ramen noodles for both her self and her mom. On the computer she looked up on some random car sites while eating till her mother walked in the door. Greeting her and getting her bowl of noodles she turned on the TV for the news. Suddenly the secretary of defense was on talking about an attack that happened on a military base in Qatar.

Kirsten just sighed and excused herself to her room. There she worked on a sketch of a car till her cell rang. It was Sam and he called about his ride. He told her it was an old camaro. It is bright yellow with black racing stripes and pretty dirty.

"Well I'll come over in the morning and have a look at it. It sounds OK for a cheep car."

"Sure, fine with me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye," she hung up her cell and thought of what the car might be like then went back to finish her car sketch. After that she went to bed and stared at her ceiling till sleep took her into her dreams till tomorrow. Dreams she wished of some grand adventure of a lifetime.

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good, bad which was it? it is my first try at it and am really trying. do review if you liked it.

Oh can you guess who will fall in love and do guess for it won't show for a few chapters.