Okay, I know I should've update Hurt first, but i felt like typing this. Sorry I haven't updated anything soon, I've been busy the past two weeks. The first week I went to The Barclays (I met all the golfers, but my favs were Phil Mickleson, Rickie Fowler, Ernie Els and Bubba Watson! xDD) and then the second week I went to vacation in Lancaster and went to Hersheypark. I also start school Tuesday, I can try to type them up after school at the library so I have no distractions at home, but I cannot upload the because the school blocked this website. Gp figure.
Anyway, I should be updating Hurt soon. Don't worry. Now onto the story!
I OWN NOTHING!
3rd POV
The Prologue
The funny thing about losing someone close is that even though you don't think it's possible that world could keep spinning, that life could keep living, that you could keep breathing; it all does.
The world doesn't stop spinning.
Life keeps on living.
And you keep breathing.
No matter what.
Though your life continues, it doesn't mean it's pleasant. Sure, it's been a month since he died, but does that mean they could just forget? No, it doesn't. You can't forget. Not for one second of one day of one year. You're mind cannot forget. It isn't that simple.
People said they were sorry for your lose, but does that help? If you said yes, think about it again. Does it truly help your heart in healing? No it doesn't. Deep down in your heart you know your loved one is gone and they're not coming back. You won't seem them again until it's your time.
It took the Autobots a while, but they are able to move around and work without stopping every second to bow their helms in sorrow. Just like with Cliffjumper. Just like with every Autobot comrade they lost in war.
But they didn't just forgte him and move on, they simply continued living.
But, it wasn't as easy though for the humans. They weren't used to losing friends in battle like the 'Bots were. This was taking a toll on them. The two adults and three kids. All of them.
We start our story with a certain teenage girl who, no matter what she thought, cannot live without Ratchet. It just is not possible.
3rd POV
Miko
The 15th of January in the year 2013
2:43 P.M. in room 226 at Jasper High
Miko sighed as she ignored yet another one of her teacher's rants. Her English teacher, Mrs. Peterson to be exact. They were going over this week's vocabulary words by filling out a worksheet. Not that she even started it yet. She hadn't been able to focus in school ever since the incident.
She sighed and looked out the window for the millionth time that month. It has been raining for a couple weeks now and she hated it. Just another reason to make her day dark and gloomy. Just another reminder that this wasn't a dream.
She had been caught many times looking out the window daydreaming or doodling Ratchet and his name on her schoolwork. She didn't mind the thirtysecond lecture she got from her teachers because she was back to doodling the next second.
She was drawing a small grin on her doodle of Ratchet when she heard someone's clearing of the throat. She looked up and saw her teacher crossing her arms and angrily glaring at her.
Miko rolled her eyes. She was sick of teachers, she was sick of being sad, she was sick of her host parents pestering about every detail of why she was sad. In which in fact, they did not get.
"Yes?" She said in am annoyed tone tapping her pencil on her desk.
"Ms. Nakadai, there is no doodling in my class! Is that understood?" Mrs. Peterson said sternly looking down on the Japanese exchange student.
They stared at each other for a few moments, neither budging, until Mrs. Peterson realized that she would not win this battle and that she needed to continue going over her work. She stood straighter, groaned and rolled her eyes before she spoke towards Miko "Please give us the word that matched the definition on number 7."
Miko narrowed her eyes once more before looking down on her paper to answer. She read the definition in her head, 'A steady progression of up and down'. She scanned through the word box and froze when she figured out the answer. Her eyes widened in realization and her heart clenched with sorrow.
She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to fight the tears that were threatening to fall down her cheeks. She shook her head and muttered. "No."
Her teacher scoffed. "Excuse me?"
Miko bite her lip and looked up. Mrs. Peterson was surprised when she saw tears in her student's eyes. She hadn't frightened her that much, right? No, impossible her and Miko were always doing this every class. They always bickered, so why this was any different she had no idea.
"I said no. I refuse to say the word." Miko stood up pushing her chair behind her.
"Miko, you cannot simply refuse to answer a question." Mrs. Peterson reasoned. "So sit back down and answer this question before I send you to the Dean!" She pointed at Miko's chair that stood a few feet behind her.
"I don't care what you do. It doesn't make any difference. Nothing in the world does. You don't care about me or him or anything besides your stupid school work. There is a life outside of school you know and for some of us it would be a lot better if we didn't have teachers that are fragged in the head and are the most annoying people in this world making it even harder than it already is to deal with!" Miko shouted throwing her hands in the air finally having enough of everything.
"Miko!" Mrs. Peterson scolded. "Sit down and finish your work immediately!"
Miko smirked and grabbed her worksheet, "How 'bout this?" She said as she tore the sheet up into piece scattering them around the floor in front of her teacher.
Before Mrs. Peterson could even speak Miko spoke up and waved her hand at her baffled teacher. "Yeah, yeah. Dean's office now, what else is new?" Miko said grabbing her book bag and exiting the classroom and she walked down the hall with her head held high.
There was no way in Hell she was going to The Dean's. She was going someplace special, but first she needed to grab her bike, and her two best friends. They had a long day a head of them.
I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain
Go rest high on that mountain
'Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son
Hmmm...I wonder where she plans to go with Jack and Raf? I actually know, but do you? Feel free to guees ;D
I don't own the song above^^ 'Go Rest High on That Mountain' by Vince Gill
Acknowledgment to reviews from the one-shot (the pre-quel), If You're Reading This-
Transformersfan524 - Thank you. I tried to get them in character. It took awhile, I mean I had to sit down and imagine the scene and how the story would play out, but the tricky part was figuring out the dialog of the Autobots. It isn't always easy, but I managed.
Sounddrive- I am glad you enjoyed it as a one-shot, I typed up the chapter that I was going to post to make it a two-shot. I may post it as a separate story, kinda like a blooper, when I finish this, I may not.
Kbanes2 - I made you cry? I'm sorry, but yet I am actually proud. I did not think my story was powerful enough to mess with my readers emotions. I'm sorry.
Fanfickisara- I am glad you are okay. lol. You're welcome and thank YOU for the awesome review. They make my day.
LunarShadowAngel- I made someone else cry? Gosh guys I am really sorry. Thank you.
Gothic-Princess-77- THE THIRD PERSON I MADE CRY! AM I SOME SORT OF MONSTER?! Anyway...thank you for the review, I appreciate it a lot!
Okay guys, this one may be sad. Not sure yet, there will be a few parts along my story where you may tear up, I apologize in advance for that. But, please enjoy the story anyway!
R&R please!
