Author Notes:

Originally, this was called Being Different. It was also a Transformers/beast wars fanfiction, but I decided to revise the story a bit. Sorry. I just had to revise this; it was bugging me to death. The first story idea had been rushed to make a story for a friend for Christmas, and it came out all Mary-sue like with no plot in sight. (Hey, that rhymed! Tee Hee!) Sorry if some of you liked the first story, but I just couldn't do it. I had been in a hiatus on it since I think 2-3-9, and today is 8-11-10. I don't know about the rest of you, but that is a long freaking time for me. I could have written more chapters for it, but I got stuck and couldn't come up with anything at least for that idea and plot. This one though is talking the same main oc (based on my friend) and putting it to a different plot and ideas. All in all, it is a much better fragging story.

Disclaimer: Only own ocs idiots, I am not that lucky to own Transformers. I don't even own the whole story, because I used some quotes HazelHazard wanted me to put in the story for her.


Chapter 1: Paranoia


Paranoid glances being stole our way seemed to almost grate against our skin like sandpaper. I could literally hear their suspicions of us being freaks, hobos, killers, or runaways, whispering in my skull if not in the air around us. Moving closer to Nicu, I continued walking forward dejectedly. My head held down; hair effectively blocking their glares. I hated it, when people stared at me. I suppose it was their right to be wary of strange kids wandering their neighborhoods, if not for their families safety at least their own. Then again we didn't look that bad. Did we?

In curiosity, I sent a glance through my hair at my closest friend and adopted brother Nicu. He was still a young boy. This year, he would be ten.

He had skin, which looked like smooth, light colored dirt you would find near rivers, while his light brown eyes, which reminded me of crystallized honey hid behind long, dark eyelashes and dark brown, wavy hair. His wide eyebrows arched in frustration from the stares. His glare at the ground was pulling at the faint white scars. One was just above his right eyelid, while the other was on the left cheek near his ear. While the two small, gold hoop earrings, he wore, shined faintly in the sunlight.

The clothes he wore were simple but comfortable. They were faded from time but still acceptable; an old red and brown stripped and short sleeved shirt with a v-neck, old gray jeans, and gray sneakers. I don't get why they were so judging of us.

Looking down at myself, I saw the same faded by age, black shirt, long unbuttoned green over-shirt, brown colored pants, black slipper-shoes, and black scarf that slung evenly around the back of my neck that draped across my chest; I had been wearing. My cloud blue eyes, pale skin, and white blond hair cut at chin length with two longer, small braided strips coming to my shoulders greatly contrasted to Nicu. In short, I looked like my normal teenage self. Well, except for the fact, we were missing our twin black backpacks from our last "adventure" as Nicu refers to them. They were more like a for once non-cliché super hero comics take on the real life kind of deal. That is, if you asked for my opinion.

Stopping in front of a street crossing, I checked the different ways that we could go. If we go straight, we will keep going through this neighborhood. To the right, they had more perfectly lined-up houses. That left the left side with a road and sidewalk lined with short trees on either side that exited the neighborhood. Looking farther to the left, I noticed that way lead to a park.

"So, Nuri, which way are we heading?" Nicu asked.

"Well, it's either neighborhood of doom and possible childcare calls coming after us or nice park with a possible place to spend the night. I don't know about you, but I am just itching to have to run like a mad woman away from some creepy child care service weirdoes," I answered with a little smirk in my voice.

Nicu stared at me for a moment then just grinned goofily, "Park, it is then," he stated.

With my reasoning fully understood, we started off to the park. Fairly small Birch and Maple trees lined up on each side in a particular order in the grass evenly split up between the sidewalk. It went two Birches, one Maple, and then began again with two more Birches. Just shows gardeners not governors should choose how to use our state funds properly, staying to the job they were designated to. Beautiful trees all the same especially now in the fall with their leaves turning deep sun colored yellows and reds.

The park, itself, was more of an older fashioned park with a few more modern themes thrown in of course. Bench frames were made of iron with wood fitted in for the back and seat. A stone bridge standing clear over a large man-made pond; it even had green vines clasping up around its sides. Dozens of old fashioned lamps and fountains thoroughly finished the rustic feel. I could even see a clock bigger than me perched over the park on a nearby police building. The more modernized area of the park was made up of a single dog park, spray paint wall for artists, and skateboard area all still holding a rustic look to them without further ado. Simply put, it was magnificent.

The city clock rung its melancholy bell five times, yet I paid no attention to it. Instead keeping my gaze affixed on the cracking concrete worn to a sun baked gray color with the years. The city clock was three and one forth minutes early anyway.

The rustling leaves brushing against the sidewalk made me cringe. There is something about being on the run that makes me feel as if there is always somebody following me though only rightly so. But Nicu glanced at me almost sarcastically, silently telling me that I am being a bit too paranoid so I bit down on the inside of my cheek; the pain of which temporarily drowned out my paranoia.

A red glow flooded my right peripheral vision. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but complacency killed the dodo. Thankfully enough, I was neither a cat nor a dodo. So with that thought in mind, I turned around to see were the red glow was from. I gasped loudly a little overdramatic yes, but let's move on.

"What is it? Are they back!" Nicu hissed under his breath, back rigid.

"No! It's just that they have a Crazy 8's Pie Café here too! I love that place! Besides, I though you were the one that told me not to be paranoid."

"You purposefully did that."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. We found where were eating tomorrow though."

Searching around I found a park bench shaded by a rather large cedar; a suitable resting place to spend a few hours sleeping. I casually strolled up to it in case anyone was watching and proceeded to slip myself beneath the wooden seat.

"No matter how many times you do that I will always think it is weird," Nicu muttered, grimacing.

"Well, at least, I am safe here, unlike you." I countered.

Nicu was otherwise sprawled carelessly and vulnerably atop the bench.


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