Okay so this is the first time I have written a story in the batman area so please be kind! If there is a problem with a name of a character or not sticking to a characters personality please PM me or leave me a review with the correction.

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Decepticon fanatic

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On the side of the highway

On the side of highway 68 there are many crosses signifying the death of a loved one. However we are looking for four specific ones.

Near Salinas, California the high way runs on the other side of the river. Her are the four crosses. Two are noticeably larger than the other two. On them are pictures of the people whose lives were cut short: a 13 year old girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, A 15 year old boy with brown hair and blue eyes, A woman in her late 40's with hazel eyes and graying strawberry blonde hair, and finally a man in his early 50's with grey hair and kind brown eyes.

A car pulls up next to these crosses. Out steps a 17year old girl dressed in mourning black clothes. Her wheat colored hair conceals her face. She silently places a white rose on the ground next to each cross then quickly gets back in the car.

That was her family. She was the only one living… if you could even call it that.

Her name was Alyssa Nicole Belmonte. She was an honor student, played sports for her high school, had friends, and was in many clubs that corresponded with her hobbies. Her life could have been viewed as perfect…

Until the accident occurred.

The family had just finished having diner. Alyssa's mother and father were talking about politics in the front of the truck. Her siblings were arguing in the middle row. She was in the very back of the vehicle daydreaming. Suddenly a large pick-up truck going about 90mph smashed into the front of the family truck. There is a horrible screeching and groaning sound as the front of their truck is compacted and then forced back into the passenger area. Her parent died instantly followed by her brother and sister as their heads smacked into the side of the vehicle. Alyssa felt her sisters seat move backwards very fast knocking Alyssa unconscious and evidently into a coma. No sooner did the remains of the vehicle skid to a stop did the engine catch on fire. The fire slowly ate its way towards Alyssa eventually burning the area from her left shoulder down her side to the area just above her knee. The fire fighters had put out the fire just soon enough that there was only skin damage and major scarring. The paramedics had done everything with in their power to try and keep the scars from looking to horrible.

Alyssa woke up a few months later in a hospital. She was then told what happened. She just sat there. The doctor had expected her to start balling and screaming about how unfair her life was. But no, Alyssa wasn't like that as soon as she got the news she felt like crying and screaming but she had learned early in life from her mother that they wouldn't get her anywhere. Instead she started thinking, asked questions as to what would happen to her and how bad her injuries were. She learned that she had missed the funerals and that arrangements as to were she would go where already done. All she had to do was get on a plane and meet her new family.

When the hospital released her she was given a plane ticket, access to her family's funds, her few possessions: her I pod, laptop and some of her clothes. She was also given all of the pictures that had been in her house. She left all but a few of her favorites with her grand parents for safe keeping.


Alyssa's point of view

I boarded the plane knowing this was the end of my old life and the start of the new… as cheesy as it sounds.

I sat in my window seat in coach. Luckily no one sat next to me

The actual flight was uneventful.

When we landed I met my new family: The Gordons.

Apparently Mr. Gordon was some high ranking person in a police department- a commissioner or something.

The first week I spent with them I tried to get out of the house- running errands and such.

But every time I went out I could feel men's eyes on me. Whether it was because I was the commissioners new… uh… Daughter I guess would be the best way to put it? Anyways whether that was the reason or because I was indeed good looking, which I thought was the most unlikely reason. I did have a pretty face I give myself that much- perfect cheek bone (or so my mom said), symmetrical. I had light brown/golden eyes that were a nice shape. I had a weird body type- I looked soft when I knew Softball training had made me anything but soft. I was an hour glass shape. My mom had always teased me about how big my chest was. It wasn't that big, only a d-cup, but she said it looked funny on someone as little as I was. I'm only 5'3 and not getting an inch taller. I had stopped growing in my fresh men year. I was little but I was powerful. My softball coach loved that because when ever we had a game with a new team, when I was up to bat they would adjust to a small hitter moving in. Then I would get angry and smack the ball deep into the outfield. I loved seeing the look on their faces as I rounded first and kept going.

Anyways! (Getting a bit off topic) After the first week I preferred staying inside. Mrs. Gordon and the kids were nice. They reminded me of my old family. I played with the kids quickly becoming friends with them. I treated them like my own siblings. I helped them with homework when their parents busy. They would come home excited to show me their scores. While the kids where at school I usually did house work. Mrs. Gordon kept telling me not to but I did anyways after a while the house was so clean it was kind of ridiculous. So I started staying in my room, listening to music and drawing, or sometimes just thinking. Whether out of desperation to get me out of the house or to get me interested in the police career I may never know but Mr. Gordon dragged me out to the police department.

I woke up on the day he was taking me. I had packed my laptop and I pod into my new back pack the night before. I took a shower; blow dried my hair and put my hair into a lazy French twist kind of thing with a clip, so that the end of my ponytail was actually near the top of my head giving me the appearance of having energy. I put on my favorite Dry Kill Logic band T-shirt and a pair of kind of tight light blue faded jeans. I had my checker board black and (courtesy of a sharpie) dark purple Vans on. I finished g3etting ready put my back pack over one shoulder and headed out to "commissioner" Gordon's car and off we went.


k this was a bit rushed cuz I have to go visit my Grandma So thank you for reading.