So here we go. Lizzy belongs to me. Transformers belongs to Hasbro. You steal, I come after you with sawed-offed shot gun.
On with the fun stuff!
Shelly Elizabeth "Liz" "Lizzy" Sartick was you're average teen, a little quirky perhaps, but she didn't stand out in a crowded room.
She was a quiet girl, with long dark brown hair that waved naturally. Her deep hazel eyes remained a testimony to her quiet nature. Her dark skin matched her dark features, giving her an older look. Her silence though, took away from that look, making her seem three years younger. At fifteen, nearly sixteen, it was mortifying to be considered her younger sister's, Morgan, Little sister.
It wasn't to be helped though, for she was who she was, and she was a quiet person, preferring to listen first, and speak last. Thinking was more her realm, especially if it was creative. Her love for knowledge, and creativity, had long led her towards her local Library. Her own Brother had worked there in his teens, until he had gone off to join the military, hence she was well known here, and here was where she was most comfortable. Amongst her fellow book lovers, and old friends, she spoke a little louder, and easier. Yet even with them, she felt a little out of place.
Such is the personality of the heroine of this story, if such she can be called. Liz's adventure started upon the day she picked up what she believed to be a discarded hunk of junk, which looked like a treasure to her.
It was a small metal sphere with a hole in the top, where she looped a ribbon around it. The metal itself was not spectacular, just the usual brand, perhaps lighter, and slightly more durable, but aside from this, it didn't differ from any other type of metal she had ever seen before. The sphere was small enough to fit into both hands if she laced her fingers just so.
She had discovered it while she was playing hide and seek with her brothers, when she was not but six. Her mother had told her to throw it away, but the girl hadn't listened. Next time her mother saw it however, she agreed to let her daughter keep it, for she had not the heart to tell her to throw it away after so much heartache they had all suffered at the hands of divorce.
So Liz had kept the little thing on her shelves, and had long forgotten it. Then, It happened she was dusting them off, and rediscovered the Nick-knack. She was now fifteen, and felt no attachment to it, and considered at last discarding it. Yet a call to go elsewhere had kept it safe from her cleaning.
Little did the quiet timorous girl suspect that her past treasure was worth millions of lives...
So that's the the introduction. Glad I finaly got the goofy thing posted!