Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Author's Note: as I promise and hoped to die and crossed my heart, this chapter is longer. Also, thanks to thedeathchandelier for helping me form an idea in my head.
(Third P.O.V)
She felt cold metal wrapping around her frame, jerking her towards the sky. The older girl noticed that the younger girl wasn't on her back anymore, and she panicked. She looked up to see red eyes staring down her, and screamed in fear. That was when she felt warm metal wrap around her, pulling her from the red eyes. She looked up to see blue eyes. Then, she felt the cold metal grab her again, and she knew it was red eyes. It seemed to her like they were playing tug-of-war, and it wasn't a really enjoyable feeling.
Then one of them dropped her. She wasn't really sure who, but she felt the wind whip her face. She shut her eyes shut.
"Miss! Wake up!"
Searing pain filled her body as the voice pounded her eardrums.
"She's breathing..."
"Broken arms...ribs..."
It hurt too much. She let a pain-filled scream escape her mouth as she clutched her sides.
"Move her arms..."
Everything was cold, and she remembered. She had stupidly jumped out of the art room, when it was on a second story. And the second story was pretty high. She must have hit the ground...
...but then she felt something vibrating against her hip.
She never brought a phone-heck, she never even had one-so what was the nagging vibrating? She had nothing in her pocket except-
That shard.
The one that made the kid hysterical... she groaned in pain, rolling over onto her front. Hands were poking around her sides, and some were trying to push her onto her back again.
"Stretcher..."
At that moment, warmth flowed throughout her body, and the pain was gone. Her breathing-she never really noticed that she had a hard time breathing- eased up a bit, and she fluttered her eyes open. She met shocked gazes, and she peeked down to see her shirt lifted up beneath her bust. Grunting, she sat up and pulled her shirt down, glaring at the doctors. She glanced around, and sighed in relief when she found the young girl awake and...
...running towards her.
She braced herself, but the young girl really wasn't heavy as she tackled the older girl into a hug. She awkwardly pat her back, and she saw the woman who was crying-the older girl figured her as the mother of the young girl- walking to her seated form, and knelt down. She grasped the girl's hand, and repeatedly thanked her over and over again. She saw the elderly teacher-Mrs. Norris-also thank her, and her face flushed in embarrassment. She was never thanked this much before.
"It's really no problem," she murmured.
"You saved Anna! My little Anna!" the mother exclaimed, bringing her daughter into a hug.
"And you saved my student. You were brave," Mrs. Norris complimented. The older girl rubbed her neck sheepishly.
"It was kinda reckless..." she laughed, ignoring the gazes from the doctors. She could hear their mutters.
"How? She had broken ribs and arms!"
"How did it heal so fast!"
"Erin!" the older girl snapped her head up to see a man jump out of a fairly large truck.
"Uncle Will!" Anna squealed, breaking free form her mother's grip.
"Will!" Erin-the girl presumed her as the mother of Anna- said in shock.
"Anna!" a higher voice squeaked, and a young toddler scrambled out of the truck(now, the older girl was darn scared, since there was a considerable amount of height between the truck and the ground and the toddler couldn't be more than 2 feet tall!).
"Annabelle!" Anna then scrambled out of her uncle's arm and picked up the squealing toddler, and Anna ran over to the still seated girl on the ground. "She saved me from the fire! She was so brave!"
The older girl would have never thought that the frightened child in the burning building would be the same child praising her.
"I never did get your name," Erin knelt down to the girl again. This time, the older girl got her breath hitched in her throat.
Damn. Wasn't expecting this to happen.
(First POV)
Alright, it wasn't that I didn't have a name, but it's been what, 5 years since someone last called me my name. Biting my lip, I fidgeted with my raven black hair nervously, glancing around to see if I could come up with a fake name for myself. There was no way Mrs. Norris would remember me.
"Urm...uhh..." Erin gave me a weird look, but it was a natural reaction. Then I remembered that on the 'Chart of Good Deeds', when I was saving Anna, there was a girl's name there.
"I'm Linzy." I said finally.
"That's the name of one of my students!" Mrs. Norris exclaimed, only out of pure shock.
I hope.
"Erm...yeah...pure coincidence, is it not?' I laughed nervously.
"Well, I'm Erin. This is Anna-" Anna's mom started(well, I already know their names now).
"And this is Annabelle, my cute cousin!" Anna placed the young toddler on my lap, and I froze.
"Hi Linzy!" Annabelle giggled. At least she could pronounce that name right.
"Hi...Annabelle."
"I'm Will, Erin's brother and Anna's uncle."
"He's my daddy!" Annabelle said, hugging his leg. Anna perked up, and ran over to the ridiculously huge monster truck.
"And this is 'Hidey!" she rubbed the tires. Will and Erin's eyes widened in fear, and they cast glances all over the people, as if a kid naming a truck was scary.
"Hey, I name my stuffed animals sometimes. Not really a scary thing," I shrugged. They started cracking up. I really wasn't trying to be funny.
"What are we going to do about school?" Anna asked, running to Will.
"Will, what about Sarah?" Erin asked.
"Oh, she's at work. I was just picking up Annabelle from the daycare with Ironhide," Will said, then looked as if someone had found out his dark secret.
"Oh." was all Erin said, and then she turned to her daughter. "We're gonna go home and have some lunch. It's high in the afternoon." she turned to me. "Would you like to join us Linzy?"
Normally, I would have instantly agreed. But, there were too much things bothering me.
For one: What was that daydream about, with the red eyes and blue eyes?
For two: Why could I feel pain in that daydream(though I'm beginning to suspect it was my broken arms and ribs)?
For three: How the hell did my broken ribs and arms heal?
For four: What was the shard doing anyways?
With so much questions unanswered, I could not eat right now.
"No thanks. I have to get going," I politely turned down Erin's offer. "Maybe I'll see you around next time. Erin, Will, Anna, Annabelle," I paused before adding with a sly smirk,
"Ironhide."
Little Preview:
My eyes gaped at the many transforming little monsters. They used to be my living room appliances: my T.V, my lamp, my DS, my vacuum cleaner, my camera, and my laptop. As one of them cocked their weapons, and my back was up against my fireplace, I could only say: "Holy shit."
Author's Note: See, it was longer! And please review! Also, I know I should be working on my 'Seven' story, which I'm staring on the next chapter right now. Just a not for those who read that fanfic.