Hello everybody Nillia here!
I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm spending time on this story and that I've edited it. The first few chapters will be short (sorry) but they will get longer as time goes on. This story is taking place in Golden Age Cybertronian which I decided is going to be a mix of everything. Then it transitions into a sort of G1 and Prime verse during the war and the aftermath will be comic based, more specifically More Than Meets the Eye (IDW)/Lost Light Crew verse. And because I am a sappy, lonely woman there will be an OC-Cannon character paring, maybe more than one y'all have to see. The pairing won't be obvious at first but you can defiantly tell as time goes on.
Love y'all,
Nillia Out!
Petra stares at the ground counting every dark streak on the linoleum flooring to pass time. This is the fourth time she's been called to the office in the last few days, for what she doesn't know. They called her father and the man came to the school slightly alarmed by the call expecting for his oldest daughter to have gotten in a fight with another student. He was wrong; the school was asking for him to remove Petra from the school because they cannot handle a child with her disabilities. What disabilities? She is a perfectly normal child who inherited her mother's sarcastic and blunt personality as well as his looks.
"Come on Ra, you're coming home."
Petra looks up at her father in shock yellow brown eyes meeting older yellow brown eyes. The young sophomore springs from her seat and trails behind her father slightly confused. They reach her father's truck when he asks why the office called him.
"What happened for the teacher to buzz the office and for them to call me?"
Petra shrinks in on herself, quite embarrassed by the events of today. "In politics class they asked if you can change something, anything what would you change."
"What did you say?" He inquires as they pull out of the school property and onto the highway.
Petra looks her father in the eyes and replies in the same eerie calm she had when she first answered the question. "I would go back in time to Cybertron and attempt to stop the civil war and if I cannot then I will try and help the innocents caught up in it escape."
Tyler ruffles his daughter's hair and turns his attention back to the road.
"Don'tcha think two people are better than one?"
Her expression brightens as she looks at her father.
"You'd help me?!"
Tyler laughs at his daughter shock.
"Yea I'd help ya, yer not the only one who likes Transformers squirt."
This was the last thing he said when a semi swerved out of control and barreled into them, killing both father and daughter upon impact.