Transformers and us
Chapter 1: The big change and meeting
8th grade. What a joy. My name is Tristan Phillips. (My real name is Bailey. I am the daughter of Jeremy Phillips, and Su Phillips, and the eldest of my only brother Matthew. 13 going on 14 in a few months…Good grief…I hate changes that don't go well.
Did I mention I've being followed by a few people? Not really followed, but watched. It's creepy.
I first notice was when school started. A man was in an ambulance, he looked 50 years old, white hair, red jacket, and blue eyes. He was watching me from a distance from the bus stop; I was sitting with my friend Jasmin when I saw him.
Then was the fireman, he was about in his late 20's or early 30's maybe, buff, black-blue hair, jeans, white shirt with red and black jacket, blue eyes and he was watching me when I was on my way to band practice.
Next was a police officer on a motorcycle. Shady sunglasses, Police suit, Cause they all have to wear them, duh, and boots. He let his glasses fall just long enough for me to see his eyes were light blue. He was the only one not starring as long.
A month later it was a husky, buff, and shy looking soldier from war. He saw me and for some reason he smiled. He was just coming home from war. And I was actually glade to see someone smile at me. But he also had light blue eyes.
Finally it was this boy about my age, he wasn't like the others at all. He was a lost soul at school trying to find his was way to class. He was blonde, an inch or so taller than me, strong for his age, and he was the type to wear yellow all the time. Yellow shirt, tacky pants, and black shoes like me. I just thought he was just another blonde with baby blue eyes. I was dead wrong…
I met the boy my age after an accident in the hall at school. My friends and I were talking when a crowed gathered around a fight; naturally I went to check it out. My friends stayed back in case I needed back up. (Teachers you know?)
I saw this kid being beaten by Blake, a macho guy and his goons. They were doing a number on the poor guy.
I ran in and punched someone out of the way, hoping it was Blake. I helped the boy, but he was slipping into a coma, I had to do something or else he wouldn't make it.
"Miss Phillips!" My English teacher/ neighbor was standing next to me.
"Mr. Hinds, I'll explain later, I have to help him before it's too late!" I shouted, and the boy was quickly losing his breath. "Just hang on, you hear me?" I asked him holding his hand.
He nodded his head, I quickly yelled for my friends. "I need wet paper towels! An ice pack, and the nurse Hurry!" They ran off.
"Bhumi, Please help me get him to the math room!" She helped me carry him to the math room and helped me lay him on a table. He was gasping in pain; it was almost too much to bear.
My friend Retha ran in with the paper towels, and my other friend Amber ran in with the ice pack. I placed the towel on his forehead, and I quickly placed the ice on his stomach, hoping to keep him awake long enough till the nurse got there. He shuddered as the ice touched his skin, soon enough I was holding his hand to keep him on earth and not in the deadly coma.
Finally the nurse came with Jerrica, and Jasmin at her side. Swiftly we got him to the nurse's office waiting for the ambulance to come and get him to the hospital. I slowly wiped the blood dripping from his nose, he begged me to stay with him. How could I turn a poor soul down like that?
"My names Tristan, what's your's?" I asked trying to keep him awake as the ice melted.
"Benny…Jones…" He breathed slowly.
I felt my knuckle, swollen like a waffle. Great. Dad's going to have a heart attack when he's sees the burse that will form in a few days.
"Your hurt…" He said out of the blue, it caused me to laugh a little.
"So are you Benny, I had to help you." I said, laughing a little.
"I only remember…tripping someone…and getting beaten to a pulp…" He said dazed.
I was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and said to me, "Please, don't go…I …don't want to be…alone…" He was afraid of Blake. I could understand most people were.
"Shhh, I won't go anywhere if you want…" I said, I felt like it was my fault he was in this condition…I hate guilt.
That was almost a week ago, boy did that mess up my week. Dad was mad, I didn't make the guy I punched bleed, and I got in trouble for helping a guy who wasn't at school for almost a week and a half. Man, I felt bad for Benny. I thought he'd move away, but he came back. But that's when my story began; you could say it was a nightmare.
----A week later----
Benny was walking again, but this time he joined out little group at lunch the only time we were all together.
"Hey, guys! Look who came back to school after a while." I said patting Benny on the back.
"Hey, your alive!" Retha teased shaking his hand.
He shyly looked at his feet. I could feel his uneasiness.
"She won't bite, I promise." I said smiling to reassure him.
He nodded slowly and he sat next to me as I sat at the little table we sit at everyday, but I noticed he was in pain when he tried to sit. He looked pained and it hurt to just see him in that kind of pain.
"Benny, you alright?" I asked touching his shoulder, suddenly I felt a shock.
"Wow! That hurt!" I jumped to the sudden pain in my fingers going down into my arm.
"Sorry! Are you alright?" He asked, his hand-touched mine easing any pain I felt.
I blushed a tiny bit, but only in pain, I can easily turn red.
"Yeah, no biggy." I said. Matt Wilson starred at me the whole time. I took a guess on what he was thinking. He thought I was falling for Benny, me. Right.
"Tristan, watch your self the school's beginning to think you're a doctor." Jerrica said, I just laughed at the thought.
"Right, like that'll ever happen. I'll just stick to being an NCIS agent for now if you don't mind please." I said giggling.
Suddenly my chair is pulled from under me, causing me to fall on my back, could my life get any better. And I knew just who did it too.
"Jacob, what did you do that for?" I groaned as everyone helped me to my feet.
"Aww, I can't have any fun while I visit my friends?" He asked poking my weak arm.
I felt weak, and then my stomach got tight, I was sick.
"Jerrica, get the nurse!" I shouted falling, my body was shaking rapidly, and I was going into a break down. My mouth was foaming, and all. Everyone was in panic, and it all went blank.
Next thing I know I'm in an ambulance. I sat up clutching my head.
"Ow, what happened?" I groaned, but as I looked to see who was driving.
NO ONE WAS AT THE STERING WHEEL!