She never did ask for this. She really didn't. Alright, that was a lie. So maybe she did always secretly wish for this to happen. But that was all it was supposed to be! A wish! An empty, to-be-unfulfilled wish. It had all started out so normally too...

6:42 AM

The December sky is still dark as the figure walks up the street, backpack slung over her shoulder and binder gripped tightly in a partially numb hand. She shivered as she finally got to her destination.

The bus stop.

Granted, most other kids would not hesitate to say they hate school. But she really didn't mind. She was a descent student with alright grades and great friends and a loving family. But besides being someone to only certain people, she was basically a nobody to everyone else.

Who was she exactly? Sarah Matthews. That was it. She was a freshman who was fourteen going on fifteen. She lived in a quiet little subdivision about ten miles from Chicago with her mother being another ten away. Living with three older brothers had taught her how to fight and protect herself. She was your unaverage average girl.

Sarah tried to adleast look descent, running a hand through the mess of brown curls that she had the privilege of calling hair. Round, large chocolate irises being kept behind a pair of black and red glasses. She stuck in her earbuds and cranked up her music as the yellow howler monkey cage on wheels pulled around the corner.

I'm twenty stories up, yeah, up at the top. I polished off this bottle now it's pushing me off.

Asphalt to me has never looked so soft, I bet my momma found my letter now she's calling the cops.

I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it, cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance.

She hated One Direction. Despised Justin Beiber. Loathed One Republic. Any boy band you could name and she hated them. She would much rather have Johnny 3 Tears screaming in her ears about death, sex, and drugs than another Brit singing to every girl in the world about how she's his "baby baby baby oh!"

Sarah didn't have the courage or the plan to escape from her town (because in all honesty she hated it) so she went with the next best thing. She escaped into her music. The song could be about an eagle eating out a shark's eyes but as long as the beat was good, she would like it. It was better than listening to everyone talk behind her back.

She wasn't just a nobody. According to just about everyone in her school, Sarah Matthews was a grade-A freak. A perfect magnet for any and all types of harassment. She would admit to being a bit on the heavy side for a girl, her fashion wasn't exactly the best, her face wasn't magazine worthy. She was ugly, drabby and just plain weird.

To them at least.

The only reason they thought she was weird is because she likes Transformers and Ninja turtles instead of Barbie and Ken.

She refused to watch the turtles now because of what Nickelodeon had done to them, but she still had the Autobots. The teasing acknowledgements she got from her brothers everytime she would be glued to the television every week for a new episode were well meant. She knew they were just messing with her as any brother should his sister.

But now the series was over, she had seen every episode at least three times along with the Movie premier. She knew how it ends, but that didn't mean she didn't wish she could change it. Thousands of times since she had seen it, she dreamt and hoped for a different ending. To change the course of things.

Sarah stared out her window at all the passing cars and buildings, pulling her sweatshirt around her tighter. She was glad it was Friday. So glad it was Friday. Finals were coming and she really had to cram in everything she could for History to make sure she passed. She was having enough trouble keeping up with it all in the first place. She turned her head away as they came up to a stop light, staring at herself in the mirror.

God she hated her face.

She glared into her own eyes, just waiting for the mirror to suddenly shatter from her horrible features like in the cartoons. Not even a crack. The gentle rumble of an engine next to her caught her attention and she looked to her left.

A vibrant red truck was pulled up next to the bus. For a moment, Sarah's mind wandered away and she actually leaned closer to the window. Then she saw the driver and slumped back into her seat.

Yeah right, Matthews. She thought to herself angrily. Like the Autobots and Decepticons could be real! Like you would actually be able to see one on your way to school...

She unzipped her sweater a little and her hand immediately found the cold metal of her dogtag. She loved the worn out price of jewelry. Her father had gotten it for her a week just before Transformers: Dark of the Moon came out. The back side where the Autobot insignia should be may have been scratched off, but she still wore it around her neck everyday. She brought it up to her face, the chain just barely straining as she stared at Optimus Prime. "I wish you were real..then you could take me away from here," She sighed sadly.

Sarah shrugged back on her backpack, standing up with the other freshman and filing in behind them off the bus. She ignored all the sudden sneers from her other schoolmates as she passed them, making her way to her locker as fast as she could.

After depositing her things and grabbing her Monster, she dug around in her pocket for her change and stopped in front of the vending machine. She really didn't want to wait in the lunch line just for a milk so, seventy-five cents later, she held in her hand an ice cold can of Cherry Coca-Cola.

"Hey Matthews!" She flinched at the highpitched voice behind her and turned. The blonde that smirked at her was one she really did not want to deal with today. Even more so her boyfriend.

"Buying a soda are we? Don't drink it all! You do want to be able to keep up with everyone in gym today don't you?" The ear shattering laughter that came from the girl made Sarah's blood boil and heat rush to her face. God damnit this girl needed a good pop in the mouth!

"It's for lunch, Bryn," She was able to grit out. Today was not going to be good. She could already tell.

"Lunch? Hmm..try not to eat the table today, alright?" She snickered, her and her boyfriend of the week beginning to walk away.

Bryn Presmiki. The most popular girl in the entire freshman academy. Dear God how Sarah hated her. Bryn always had the hottest clothes, the most perfect hair, her face was clear of any imperfections.

And she was always the biggest slut in Sarah's grade.

She had a new boyfriend every week and they always ALWAYS slept together before the week was up. If the blonde's beauty didn't make any guy want her, it was the fact that she would no doubt sleep with you if you two were together.

Bryn's shorts were always too short, her top was always too tight, and her boobs were always showing. Next to Presmiki, Sarah looked homeless. She was constantly in jeans and a sweatshirt with the occasional flannel. Grumbling under her breath, she stalked back to her locker, dropping off her soda before slamming the red door shut.

Today was not going to be good. Not one bit.