A/N: So, many may not know me. So just for you to know, I'm an ordinary girl, writing what comes to her mind. I'm also a fangirl. So don't judge me, okay?
This story is mainly written to improve my English, so excuse me for my poor imagination.
Also, English isn't my first language. I'm Polish and any mistakes or grammar errors are to be expected. Please, I accept any criticism and advices, but be kind. It's my first story here.
1-Valkyrie-1: :D
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own TRANSFORMERS. Only my OCs and the plot.
Chapter 1: Keep on going.
She was no one special.
Just a stoic, emotionless girl that went to their school. At least, that's what everyone says when asked.
There was one thing that made her stand out, the thing she hated the most since birth.
A rich family. That's what made her different than most. Main reason - aside from her attitude – why she was hated by kids. She gets the best grades, rides with a limousine, has an escort whenever she goes.
That…she is.
What she never was? A child.
A ring rang and everyone ran out of the class, cheering because it was time to go home.
Just one girl stayed behind, hair falling on her face when she packed her things in the bag, slowly standing and walking out. She was in no rush. Her driver would wait. That was his job.
"Lookie here!" A familiar, happy voice made her sigh inwardly. "Why is my best friend sad?"
The girl looked at her, as if to say: really?
"It's my face." She said flatly, her grey eyes shining.
The blonde shook her head, sighing herself and slowing her pace to walk with her friend, not even sparing a glance at the students who were staring at them, some surprised and some laughing at them.
Sunny, because that was the name of the blonde girl, was known for her cheery personality and out-going character, yet she choose to be friends with that one person who everyone despises.
Bridgette – the dark-haired teen was on the other hand known for being the coldest, smartest and richest kid in their school. She never smiles, she's distant to everyone.
Why somebody like Sunny would want to hang out with her is beyond them.
"So." The blue-eyed one started when they walked out of the building. "Mom's asking if you want to eat dinner with us."
Bridgette blinked, stopping next to her transport.
She searched her mind for her schedule, but she couldn't remember anything important today. She nodded her head. She wasn't up for eating her food with them again. And another trip to the hospital wasn't how she wanted to spend her weekend.
"Great! " She exclaimed. "I'll meet ya at five, Bridgie!"
She watched her as she disappeared in the crowd, then looked down and opened the door to the car. No alone dinner then, she thought, sighing with relief.
"I'm home, Mother!" She called out, hanging her jacket on the hanger and quickly moving to her room and finally throwing her bag on the bed, wincing when it made a sound of something breaking. Must be her thermos or else.
She changed, her exclusive clothes dumped to the laundry bin.
She glanced around.
Pink. That horrible color was everywhere.
She hated it.
Then a look at the clock told her it was half past four.
She closed her eyes, counting quietly from ten to one.
"Bridgette!" Here we are. "How was school?!"
The overly loud voice made her grimace and sigh once more, before grabbing what she needed, stuffing it into her smaller backpack and moving downstairs again.
Is she drunk?, she asked herself when she saw her, but no. She wasn't.
"It was good." She answered, managing not to scowl when she saw the state her Mother was in. Yes, they took care of her, taught her mannerism and how to dress herself, but – as it seemed – they didn't know how to do that themselves.
She wore all that pretty stuff, yes. But her hair was a mess, bangs under her eyes were awfully visible and her skin was pale. Maybe she has a hangover?, she thought looking her over, but not taking a step closer than she should have.
"Grades?" Her voice was hoarse.
"None."
She narrowed her eyes, the first sign for her that she didn't do something right.
"None, what?"
The dark-haired girl stared at her for a moment. "None, Ma'am."
The female nodded her approval, disappearing in the kitchen. Without a word. Just like that.
Guess, I'm not telling her about dinner at Sunny's, she thought, making her way to the door, taking her keys and once again leaving the house.
She knocked.
The door opened almost at the moment she stopped in front of the door and the blonde girl threw herself on the Bridgette, making her stumble a bit. Only years of practice helped her catch the balance.
"Mom! Bridgette's here!" She shouted, looping an arm around her shoulders.
"Tell her we have guests and take her to the living room, please!" She called back, probably doing something in the kitchen.
Sunny nodded.
"So, you remember I have Dad in military, right?" She asked while they neared to the room.
"How could I? You talk about him like he's one of those heroes in the movies." She answered. "That and you've told me several times that I have to meet him."
That was true.
James Donnelly was Sunny's hero. If there was someone the girl was talking about more than her favorite superheroes from Marvel universe, it was him.
"Yes, and guess what?"
"He's back?" That was easy, she thought.
"Yeah." She whispered, before her sullen expression turned to something more Sunny-like and she was back to being her cheerful self. "Did you see those fancy cars outside? They belong to his friends. They're from military too."
She did. At least four of them.
"Since when military owns fancy cars?" She asked, not fully understanding it. "Don't they use jeeps and all?"
Sunny stopped for a moment, before shrugging.
"Don't know."
The dark-haired girl brushed if off too. Just cars. Nothing more. A machines that killed. If those idiots thought it was safe driving sports car, then so be it. After all, she wasn't part of it.
The living room was crowded and this time, she was glad she didn't have social anxiety. Though, her social skills lacked and she mostly tagged along with Sunny, she was doing quite well.
Then the dinner time arrived and she was, unfortunately, left sitting beside a red and blue haired man. He was at least a head taller than her and looked like a really important person. And from the look of it, a respected too.
She wished her dad looked like that too.
Maybe she wouldn't be scared of even looking at him.
"So, Sunny?" Who said that?, she wondered, looking around, then spotting the other blonde man, Sunny's father on the other side of the table. "Anything new happened?"
Blue-eyed girl grinned.
"Well, I made a new friend while you were gone."
Grey eyes widened, when almost all heads turned to her, before quickly disappearing to their normal state of blankness and she was left staring at her plate.
It's rude to avoid one's gaze, her mother once said, but it's even ruder to ignore them.
Politeness, my ass, she thought.
"Bridgette Evans." She introduced herself, her voice flat even when she desperately wanted it to have a brighter note. "It is pleasure to meet you, Mr Donnelly."
James smiled.
"The pleasure is mine." He answered warmly and she almost frowned at that. "So, how did you two meet?"
This time, Sunny sent her the look, winking. "That's classified."
He raised an eyebrow when the dirty blonde haired man laughed.
"Oh? How classified?"
"That kind that will make me kill you if you knew." She said seriously, but her eyes betrayed her and showed the amusement she tried to hide.
Bridgette shook her head, glad that the attention was not on her and resumed her eating.
"What's with the long face, hmm?" Bridgette raised her head, but didn't look at her friend, instead on the flowers in front of her. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"I'm afraid they're worth more than just a penny." She answered quietly.
Everything was going so well. Sunny was happy….well, more happy than usual since her Dad came back and the girl was glad. But…It kind of hurt, looking at them. Like, they were part of something bigger together.
"Hey…" The blonde made her way to stand in her vision, not liking her tone. "What's wrong? You don't like it?" The hurt made its way into her voice and she didn't even try to stop it. She didn't want her friend to feel uncomfortable.
"It's different." She said. "They act so…immature."
At that, Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"They are having fun." She deadpanned, gesturing to the room behind them. "That's the point of people gathering together. There isn't much time for fun in times like this, y'know?"
She stayed quiet.
There were so many words in her head, she wanted ask so many questions, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. She would seem nosy, that's what her Mother taught her. You don't ask questions unless the person gives you permission to do so.
That's bullshit, she thought to herself. She knew it, but what could she do? If her parents find out, she would be good as dead.
"It's about them, right?"
"I don't know them, Sunny." She finally said. "They're strangers to me. What if one of them went on my family topic? What would I tell them?"
"Maybe the truth?" She suggested. "And they would help you?"
"Help me?" She huffed. "I don't need helping."
"But you want it." She pressed. "And you know that."
She shook her head.
There was no point in even trying to do so.
She was weak.
Pathetic.
That's what she always would be. Not Sunny, not fancy cars, no military would ever change that fact. It was just how it was. She was never good enough, always a trouble.
She sighed.
But Sunny didn't understand it. She had a loving family, she didn't need to be perfect like she had to be.
"So, how are your guests?" She changed the topic, leaning on the fence. "Someone caught your eye?" She asked, barely repressing the smirk. It was always fun teasing her, but she couldn't smile. No. If someone…
The girl blushed.
"Hey! None of that!" She hit her in the ribs. "We are soooo not getting on that topic again, Bridgie. Better, maybe you will tell me, how are you liking my Dad's buddies?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"My opinion on this matter is irrelevant, seeing that I don't know them."
Sunny snorted.
"That professional tone and your accent don't mix well." She stated, letting out a chuckle when the dark-haired teen blinked confused. "Aw, you're so funny sometimes, you know?"
At that, Bridgette had to look away.
"You should know better, Sunny. It is not in my programming."
Sunny laughed, a sound kind and so, so different that the one she was used to hearing at home.
It was worth to keep on going if that was the reward.