A/N:

Hello fellow Transfans and fanfic readers. As you may have noticed this is both my first Transformers fanfic and first fanfic on this site. I would like to say I would love it if you told me the 100% truth about what you think of this chapter. Also tell me if I should fix anything-anything at all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

I do own my characters and the storyline/plot of this fanfic.

Warning: In diary entry, some spoilers from the 3rd Transformers movie.

Chapter 1

(Raven POV)

Dear Diary,

23 August

I couldn't wait for my first day of highschool!...

I'd say I couldn't wait for my first day of highschool, if only I hadn't moved to the city where I was born and where giant alien robots tried building a fort and bringing their own planet to earth. But that was fourteen years ago, I was born on the exact day of the attack. Everyone was surprised I even lived because of everything that happened. But I have a feeling I'm supposed to be alive, for something.

Okay back on topic. Well today was my first day of highschool and also my first day to be able to use my new skateboard! That's right I skateboard to and from school. odd though I'm actually one of those people who never skateboard...but I do.

At school in history I'd asked about the alien invasion that had happened 14 years ago, just so I could figure out why it was so important. But strangely the day was forgotten and nobody spoke of it, nobody even saw the Autobots after the damage had been fixed a year after that day. So my teacher ended up telling me the Autobots either left or they have gone into hiding, never to come out again unless Decepticons come back.

But that nobody speaks of that day or even the year after and that's not the strangest. I talk about that day and the bots that were in (even if I never heard of them, met them, or seen any pictures). It's like something erased all memory and data from the face of the earth and humans. How can I even remember?

I was an infant?

Gah! Off topic again. Well I'll just say this last thing. Good-bye and I'll see you again tomorrow night.

-Raven Foreshade

I closed my diary and gently placed it under my pillow where I know nobody could find it, well it's not like I have a brother who looks for it. Sometimes I wish I had an annoying pest for a brother than being an only child who's also adopted. I sighed wiping those lonely thoughts from my head and layed my head on my white pillow, I pulled my leopard printed blanket until it covered me before actually closing my eyes.

Morning came sooner than I would think because the next second I know my alarm clock is ringing and I jump in surprise. I end up rolling off my bed and hit the floor of my bedroom, the hard wooden floor with a fuzzy white rug.

"Ow, my stomach." I moaned rolling onto my back.

I sat up which only made my sore stomach hurt worse from the movement, but that didn't stop me from crawling over to my white dresser. My dresser was across the room from my bed with a oval shaped silver mirror that had little metal vines twisting all around it, a bronze butterfly was at the top where the vines came from. I stood up, the first thing I end up seeing in the mirror is my face and hair.

"Why?" I asked.

Odd markings went straight down both of my cheeks, starting from right below my eyes and all the way to my jaw. They glowed light blue slightly which makes me wonder if I'd been in contact with any chemicals when I was born. My eyes were two different colors, one eye was light purple and the other was orange; I closed my eyes.

"Those eyes aren't normal." people had said yesturday at school, and every day of my life and avoided me.

"They're right." I muttered.

My eyes should have more colors at least blending into them like other eyes but mine don't they're just one different solid color each. I opened my eyes but did not look in the mirror where I'd see sad expression; I opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out black leggings, a dark red shirt, and gray skirt. My faverite colors. So after I was dressed I was again looking in the mirror, my hair was long and the shiniest I've ever seen on anybody it was also a very bright shade of gold with natural bronze streaks and high lights. My skin was pale ivory-my skin just helped in making me looking odd.

"Raven time for breakfast!" Mary my adopted mother called.

"Coming!" I called back.

I ran from my room, down the hall, down the stairs, and across the downstairs living room until I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. My adopted mother sat at the table where three plates full of food sat in each spot we sat; I walked and sat in my chair at the end of the table next to the window.

Rob, my adopted father, sat across from Mary on the right side of the table. "Breakfast looks and smells good honey." Rob said.

I looked down. Eggs, toast, and sausage covered my plate completely, with the eggs and sausage piled a little high with the extra food. Beleive it or not I eat the most in my 'family' and I happen to be the skinniest, I'm actually very skinny with only slight curves that made my hour glass figure 'perfect'. Yup I'd be beautiful as could be if it wasn't for those markings on my face, my eyes, my skin, and anything else about me!

"What's wrong Raven?" Mary suddenly asked.

I looked up to meet the worried hazel eyes of Mary. "Nothing, I just don't like how I'm different from everyone."

"Sweetie that's a good thing." Mary said. "Being different is great."

"Yeah and we're happy we have a different daughter." Rob added.

So I wouldn't have to respond emmediatly I shoved eggs and sausage straight into my mouth and chewed slowly. My adopted parents took that as a 'continue to talk and try to encourage Raven' response.

"You see most people don't have your beautiful hair or those pretty eyes." Mary told me with a smile.

"That's because most people aren't freaks." I muttered.

"You aren't a freak." both Mary and Rob objected.

Sure I'm not. And you didn't just say that too fast to show you think of me as normal. That's right you think I'm beautiful and normal like everyone else, but I know you think differently you think I'm a freak too. SUre you adopted me into your familey but that was only because I'd been the only one unadopted at Chrismas time and you felt sorry. Even though it was a lot more work than saying "hey I'll adopt that kid", in truth I don't remember the whole adoption process and all that stuff. But they did feel sorry for me and gave me a late Christmas when I moved in with them.

Breakfast was eaten and finished without further conversation or further attempts at cheering me up. Originally I would've left and run up to my room to cry my loneliness and hurt out about my appearence but didn't. I didn't want to cause drama so I finished my breakfast, washed my dishes, and gathered my things. With one sweet goodbye I hopped onto my skateboard outside and headed toward school-school that was six blocks away once I was out of my neighborhood.

"Nobody thinks I'm normal." I muttered half way to school.

I kept my head down all during french that morning and in Algebra, but in Biology someone actually sat next to me at my table. I looked up through my long black eye lashes and through a curtain of my hair-my long too staright hair. Sitting next to me was a boy, he sat straight and tall full of confidence with short raven black hair spiked and olive toned skin that brought out the friendly glint of nevy blue eyes that looked right at me.

"Hi." he said.

Stupidly I didn't respond at first. "Uh...Hi."

"I'm Jake." he said. "Who are you?"

Okay I must be dreaming. Is he talking to me? Nobody yesturday talked to when I even said hello or hi, they really ignored me when they saw my face. I'll just test him to see if he'll just ignore me after one glimpse of my face, so I sat up straight and looked at him.

"I'm Raven." I replied.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw my face but he continued to smile. "I didn't think I'd become friends with someone diferent."

"Friends?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Yeah. Friends, yesturday I had all my classes with you and it looked like everybody is just too weak and cruel to be friends with someone different." Jake told me.

After school I'm skate boarding home with actually happy thoughts swarming around in my head from just today. Turns out I have all my classes with Jake except when I have French he has German and when I have Algebra he has Calculus. Also he has gym at the end of B Days. So pretty much all my classes on A Days and one class on B days. But that's okay, we eat lunch together and just talk well he talks I listen.

"He's so nice." I said.

It was true, he was the first person in the first two days at that school who was actually nice to me. I know I'm probably over reacting about it and all the rude mean people. But that's what happens when you're the outcast all your life. One new friend on day two of new higher grade school, I thought.

"Now lets hope he stays my friend." I whispered.

A/N:

How was it? I want your completely honest oppinion even if it means you hated it with all your heart. I'm strong as a rock so don't worry about hurting my feelings.

Chapter Written: 10/1/2011