Authors note: I don't own Transformers, all rights go to their rightful owners. Also, this is somewhat of an AU, because of characters that aren't in the movie or have died
February 25, 2018
I wasn't anything special, only a girl trying to get through high school. I always longed for excitement, something beyond anything seen on TV. Oh well, you don't get everything you wish for. Right now me and my family were getting ready for our trip tomorrow, we were planning on going to London for a relatives marriage. I don't really want to go but I don't have a choice. Maybe I can pretend to be terribly sick and-
"SOFIA STOP WRITING IN YOUR DIARY AND HELP US PACK!" Someone yelled, most likely my older brother Samuel, from downstairs. I groaned, closing my journal and rolling off the bed. I begrudgingly opened my door and dragged my feet down the stairs. "It's not a diary, its my journal." I said when I saw Samuel about to go upstairs (probably to drag me downstairs) Samuel gave me a look. "I don't care what it's called, just help us with packing." He sighed. I rolled my eyes brushing past him, and into the living room. I'm there, I saw both of my parents packing up almost every clothing they had. I rubbed my face, glancing at the pile of clothes abandoned on the couch. "Mom, dad, I don't think we need all of those clothes. Besides, houses in London are quite small." I reminded my parents with a sha'e of my head. "We know honey, but we are going to be there for awhile." My father told me while he was struggling to close his suitcase. I sighed yet again, walking up to the over stuffed suitcase. I sat on the case while my father closed locked the latch. We did the same with my mothers. After about a hour after packing it was around dinner time. We were having Alfredo and breadsticks, my favourite! After dinner, we were all exhausted so we went straight to bed. I quickly changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth. After putting my hair in a bun, I snuggled up into my fluffy blue blanket. A couple minutes later I was sleeping like the dead.
February 25, 2018
Journal entry 521
Todays the last day in America! I'm not as happy about it as some people might think. The wedding is gonna be really boring, and In like 5 years their probably going to be on the Maury Show to see 'who's the father?' I mean like really, they probably don't even love each other and are marring for money. Packing has been really boring and I have barley getting enough sleep because of the nightmares I've talked about before. These ones have been especially crazy and gory.
I just wish for something exciting to happen.