Author's notes: First of thanks for taking time to read my story. It is my first Transformers story. Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. The other characters belong to me.
I jumped with a start. I could feel sweat running down my face from that nightmare. I turned to face my clock 5:30. 6 hours of sleep, that's the most sleep I had since the accident. I don't sleep anymore, I never sleep and I use to cry myself to sleep but not anymore. When I do sleep I have nightmares. The same nightmare I had since the accident.
I got up and took a shower. I was in there for about half an hour. Then I put on my dark blue vest top and black jeans. As soon as I did that I went into the next room and turn on the TV. Transformers Prime was on. I use to love transformers. Optimus was my childhood hero. But I like the decepticons as well, especially the seekers they're my favorite bad guys but I'm a autobot fan all the way I loved them to bits. Well I use to love. That was until the accident, that's when reality punched me in the face. Heroes aren't real. It was time to grow up. That accident change me. It force me to grow up. I'm 16 now. The accident happened 4 months ago when I was 15. Now I have to look after myself, no more parents to help me. No more parents to protect me. No more family to keep me secure. No more messing around.
I still remember every episode of transformers Prime. I turn it over I don't like to watch it anymore. Later, I turned off the TV and started making my breakfast. That's when my brother walked in, he's 19. He's got dark black hair and brown eye's, with a hint of red, at least I think they're brown it's been so long since he looked me in the eyes. He doesn't look at me the same way anymore no one does. They don't see me anymore they see her. My sister.
All I got from Jacob, my brother, was a mumble goodbye and a slammed door. That's the most I ever get out of him. His more distant, well he was distant before but now he doesn't look at me or talk to me.
I quickly got up and grabbed a brush. To get the knots out of my dark black hair. When I was happy with my hair I looked at the mirror. Heck, even I don't look at myself anymore. It hurts too much.
I quickly put on my black leather jacket before grabbing my bus pass and my school pass. Not that the last few weeks of school matters.
I got on the bus and went to the only 1 seater there is. I zone out listening to Linkin Park 'Somewhere I belong'. About 40 minutes later I finally got there. I grabbed my bag and got off the bus, looking down keeping to my self, not looking anyone in the eye. I started walking to class when I bumped into an old friend of the family's, Kate.
"Hi Tori." She called to me. I turn around to face her, wanting this conversation to finish as soon as possible.
"Hi Kate." I responded.
"How are you and your brother doing." She asked with a sad smile. I looked in her ice blue eyes, but I only saw pity. Me and brother well, he doesn't talk to me and act's like I don't existed. Even through I feel like my life is falling apart but hey that's fine, his been through enough losing his family, friends, having no one looking at him the same way, having no one to lean on and being in a traumatized accident, oh wait that was me. I thought bitterly. and I probably know as much as you do about how my brothers doing.
But instead I put on a fake smile and lied "Me and my brother are fine, but I have to head to lesson before I'm late." I started off cheerfully and started walking off before she could say anything else.
As soon as I open the door to lesson the class went quite. I started walking towards the back looking at my feet as I walked. I knew people were staring at me and giving me sad looks but I didn't care. I don't really care about anything anymore. I just sat at the back of the class. Ignoring everyone, ignoring the world. No one bothers talking to me because they know I won't listen to them, and I wouldn't respond to them. I just shut off the rest of the world. So that's how the day went apart from lunch, when I walked passed a bench and imbedded into it was 'Amy Jones RIP" I stared at it for a few minutes. I missed her funeral but it wasn't by choice. My eyes starting to water. However, I wouldn't let them fall. I just turned around and moved on, it seems the rest of the world has. I groan when I remember I still had to go to work. I hate work, since I started I've had no time for myself. I head for school at 8 and come home from work at 10:30. But I need the money for rent and food and let's just say a bunch of other stuff.
Later. As soon as school finished I headed to the bus station and caught a bus to the shopping mall. When I got there I put on my work uniform and a stupid hat that looked a beef burger. The joy's of working at a fast food restaurant.
I've been working for a few hours now and so far everything been boring, there's not many in today. So I might go back to the empty void I call home early. I was taking someone's order at the moment. As I was typing his order into the machine I couldn't help but notice he was staring at me. I felt a little uncomfortable under his glaze.
"Is there anything else?" I asked the man. He blinked a few times.
"No, no that's it." He said still trying to work out who I was. You see the accident I was in hit world wide on the news. It's all people were talking about for a few weeks.
"you've seen my face before and now your trying to work out who I am aren't you?" I asked already knowing the answer not looking him in the eye.
He looked a little shocked at first. "em yes sorry for staring but... Do I know you?" he question.
"No but I was in the news for a while," I replied. Putting him out of his misery. He nodded until realization hit him.
"Oh are you that girl who survive that terrorist attack in new York?" he asked. I nodded. He had a sad expression on his face. I wanted to change the subject before he started asking more questions. Looking at how much the price was for him and his family. I turned my head back towards him.
"that would be 21.99." I said sternly. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a 20 and 10 dollar bill.
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said handing me the money. I looked down avoiding eye contact. I hate looking in people's eye it shows too much emotion.
"Thanks." I mumbled taking the money. I was about to get his change, when he told me to keep the change, he walked away before I could say anything. Pity money. I wanted to object before he walked away but I need the money. If he want's to give a stranger extra cash that's fine by me.
The next customer looked slightly suspicious. I don't know why maybe it's because his eye was brown with a little bit of... red!? Well some people have weird looking eyes, my brothers got a hint of red in his eyes as well but anyway it wasn't just that it was the atmosphere around him it was just wrong, like he shouldn't even be here. But, I shook it off. He had jet black hair, a sky blue jacket with white and red strips on. He had a white shirt on underneath and black trousers.
"Your order?" I asked him.
He looked at the menu next to the desk. He looked slightly confused before looking at me, he then ask "What would you pick?" I was a little surprise with his request no one ever asked but before my face could show any emotion I shook it off.
"Hmm... well normally the customers pick th-" I started but was rudely interrupted by another customer shoving his way to the front.
"I'll have a cheese burger with extra sauce." He demanded.
"That's nice, but you will have to wait at the BACK of the line ." I told him as politely as I could. Giving him a bit of a glare trying to get my point across.
"Wait, oh I get it." He said grabbing his money and waving it in front of me. "Now how about that burger?" He asked. Seriously who does he think he is? I just gave him a bigger glare which in return made him flinch a bit.
"Tori, what have I said? Smile at the customers don't glare at them." My manger lectured however I held my glared. "I am so sorry, let me just talk to Tori." He said turning me around like they can't hears us. But I think the guy with the blue jacket was talking to Mr big shot. "Tori be nice unless you want to lose you job." He said and then he said how the customers are always right and some other rubbish. However, he wouldn't let me have a say in anything. I just had to shut up and listen and when he was done he got a phone call and disappeared to the back but not before shouting to play nice.
When I turned around I notice the guy with the blue jacket looked angry but also like he was being hold back by something.
"Yeah, girly play nice." He mocked. I growl lowly. "Look babe." did he just call me 'babe'? "Just give me my order and I'll go how about that?" He asked. But I wasn't going to let him off that easily.
"Or why don't you go to the back before I kick you out here myself." I say politely as I can thru clenched teeth gripping the cash register.
"Oh, trying to play hard to get?" He said giving me an uncomfortable look.
"Look, moneybags. I'll say it one more time... Get out." I growled.
"Well that wasn't very nice. Remember your boss said to play nice or else." He mocked giving me a grin.
"But no one said I got to." A rough voice snarled. Before I knew what was happening 'moneybags' was on the floor at the opposite side of the room. I turned to the guy who did punched him who happen to be the guy with the hint of red in his eyes. Then he stomped towards moneybags looked peed off.
"GET OUT!" He screamed. Terrifing the guy and everyone else. Moneybags scrambled to the door as fast as he could. The red eye guy then looked around the room and then stomped out. I could see him outside he was talking to someone on his... phone? Well it looked kind off like a phone.
I then quickly made a burger, grabbed some fires and a cola bottle and rushed out side before he disappeared.
He was about to walk down the road before I stopped him. "here." I mumbled. He stopped to turn around. I handed him the food and drink. He looked slightly confused. " I got your order, you can have it for free for helping me out. Now were even." I said but if my boss saw what happened I would of been fired.
"um... thanks." He muttered. Before I could do anything else a red sports car went racing towards me at a speed that was no doubt breaking the speed limit. It suddenly stopped like it just noticed me. This person's car was literally a few inches close to hitting me. I moved away from his cars still in shock. Then the car just drove off. I started shouting at him shouting he should watch were his going.
I turn to the guy with the red eye he looked kind of shock. But quickly headed the opposite way saying "I gotta go."
Leaving a startled me behind.
Author's notes: Thanks for reading please comment and tell me what you think. Also I have dyslexia so forgive me if I got some spellings wrong and stuff like that.
