Prologue
My name is Adam Henderson. And there's a few things you might need to know about me; My parents really don't like me, my sister who's younger than me asks if my hands can retract and create electricity, and then there's neighborhood dogs which react to my presence. My feet shuffle on the floor. The year is 2054 or at least it has been that long since the reporting of some giant robots coming back to Earth.
Nearly a year. It's October right now. I glance to my Mickey-Mouse watch seeing its Seven O'Four PM. Drats. I'm late for the movie! The movie I am so anticipating to see is called Pacific Rim or something similar to the movie. Giant machines, at least I think so. I live in Washington DC. You know the place where it rains a lot and you would think the president lives there instead far out back. Yeah. I live there with my parents who don't really like me. Maybe it's because of my… Little incident.
I rush by several other people, bumping into them and causing one to fall on the ground. Geeze. I can be rude when I have something in mind, and sometimes people just take it too personally. If I had lived in Colorado in one of my past lives it could be something I'll really be regretting. It's the place where fires start up then create death in its time being active. The doors to the theatre closed on me before I can get right into the building itself.
"Come on!" I complain, looking up to the sign. I am seventeen years old and of course a boy. My hands go through my spikey hair, you know, it's not really entertaining to have the same hair due since you were a kid. Mine happened to be ridiclious. So I actually changed my own hairstyle four years ago when this strange glowing orange shard came into my life. In a way, it's part of the incident that created my own family-relationship troubles. My hair used to be blonde but then it turned black when…The shard went into me."You can't close this late!"
I kicked at the door. Leaving a hard dent at the glass-ware. Mom likes to argue I didn't change my hairdue but it was just the odd crystal that did it. I fell on my bike and it was right at my knee. It was poking from the ground. Add it up. My cellphone rings 'Here we go, come on in,' lyrics from a song I cannot remember the title anymore. Strange for me, yet, it's not that strange around mom. Because it's her ringtone. And…you guessed it. She's the tone calling me.
"Yello." I answered, expecting her to act harshly about my room being in a mess. Usually she called me to get back home and clean up; she couldn't stand seeing filth around her. I strongly tell you she has the neat trait. You know like those traits that are really hilarious in Sims 3. You can't pass up the opportunity to watch them get frustrated.
"Adam, come home, now," I heard her chillingly say, Mom usually didn't sound cold. Cold as in mean-hearted. It surprised me a little. "Don't question me, just come home. Your father has something he would like to tell you." I shrug ending the call. Things get so serious around adults. Really fast. My mom's name is Cathrine Henderson. My dad is Jacob Henderson. My little sister is Abreil Henderson.
And I just got here. I looked up towards the sky getting their usually dark appearance. Then rain falls on me. There are some stones in front of the theatre big enough to be thrown into a large well of the sorts. Wishing rocks."I wish we lived in Mexico or somewhere better than this lousy rainy state." I kicked a stone out of my way. "o wow o wow o wow ow." I held my foot that now really hurt. "Lesson 465: Don't kick large stones!"
I sucked in my pain, and forced myself to start heading home. Things haven't changed really that much from the time bad machines and good machines came, actually, robots. My friends keep correcting me on the factions who've decided to either attempt ruling this planet or saving this planet; the names were Autobots. And Dec-cep-tea-cons? Their name reminds me of tea for some reason. Everyday life on Earth is going smooth with politically charged trials, corruption essentially everywhere, and kids being kidnapped a lot on this planet. Oh, even those first kisses. And kicking good movies!
If giant robots came into my life with a better background than what I currently have, I would join them within a heartbeat. When running, my shoes become something similar to those stick things used when skiing. It's not easy using those devices since they can really go where you do not want them to go such as hurting somebody by accident. The rain helped me get to the house faster than I would have expected, well, actually go figure about it since rain is slippery with boots or using electric with your hands you can actually shock a person with it.
My house is actually part of an apartment complex; it's one of the biggest apartments in the entire building itself. It actually surprises me when they added the gate in front of the building. It's not a customize-able building that you can change through the years. It proved otherwise to the people before us who made our apartment's windows look really crabby. My long feet returned to their short and stubby appearance within shoes. I wonder what I had become. Sometimes I never got the answer when contemplating about the question itself. So I went inside, used an elevator, and then went into the apartment room my parents owned for the time being. I saw my dad sitting in a chair with a shamed face on him.
"Adam, sit down please." He said, his hands were grasped together. I never see him this mellow before. What's going on? I did exactly as he told me to do, besides, when a parent has that attitude it means the child is not a child anymore. Just a teenager. And things were getting geared up to a serious tone.
"So what's up?" I ask. My bicycle was sold on Ebay after the incident. They didn't want any reminders about it; the reason why they did it is because I kind of/sort of changed the price tags on every product in Wal-Mart by accident with some newly received hacking skills. My parents knew about it, however, no-one knew it. And then I did a whole lot of reckless things believing I can help others, like a superhero could be, when I was thirteen. I never got thanked for what I did, the feedback I recieved was just scolding over using it.
Dad cleared his throat. "Son…" He rubbed his hands. "You are going to the Autobots."