"And with that, it looks like our time is up. Don't worry little one, everything will be fine. Have fun with your new life." Primus laughed and then everything started to get fuzzy.
Chapter Three: This Can't Be Happening
REAL WORLD! Well new dimension
Well, that was such strange dream! Well, it's over, and- WHAAT! ITS 7:30! CLASS STARTS IN 30 MINUTES! I jumped off the couch, that I apparently fainted on *LOL Fainting Couch!* and then ran out to my car. About 15 minutes later I arrived on campus (I sped like a demon). And I was able to get to class on time. MAN! What is up with me not getting up and being places on time?
MEAN WHILE at 7:30 AM
[BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!]
The alarm at the Diego Garcia base kept blaring, red emergency lights came on and soldiers started to scramble to their stations. "BY THE ALL SPARK! That can't be right!" stated a 24 foot tall lime green Autobot, that was staring at a very large monitor. "Ratchet? What is the situation?" Asked another Autobot that entered the room. Glancing at the new visitor, Ratchet sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose then replied, "An All Spark signal just went up, Prowl. It should be just a bug, but no matter what I do the signal is still there as if it were possible!" Prowl looked at the screen, his blue optics scanned the monitors information and then [Cluck] he glitched. Sighing again, but with more stress in the tone, Ratchet comm. Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots.
Ratchet to Prime
Prime here, what is it Ratchet?
We may have a problem, it seems we have picked up on an All Spark signal.
How can that be? The All Spark was destroyed.
I wish I new Prime. But for now, what are your orders sir?
We follow the signal and obtain it. We can not afford the Deceptions finding it.
Agreed sir. Im sending you coordinates.
As Prime received the coordinates, he wondered what awaited him and his team.
"AUTOBOTS! TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT!"
As soon and the Autobots and NEST soldiers heard the order, they all ran to their stations and rolled out. But none of them were prepared to find out what was in Jacksonville, FL.
BACK TO OUR HEROINE (12:00ish PM)
My morning class went by like a breeze, no tripping and hugging the floor, no dropping objects, and no giant robots in sight. The day is looking good so far. I just need to go to my ceramics class in 20 minutes, and then Ill be able to to go home! I thought as I ate my delicious chicken sandwich. So far, I had not asked or looked up Transformers since I woke up this morning in fear that I may jinx it. But other than that, my life was still normal, classes went on, the food getting digested in my stomach was fine, a shiny yellow car pulling up. Yup everything was norm-. Wait. I have never seen that cars here before. And what type of college student can afford a yellow Lamborghini? NO! BREATHE KORE! BREATHE! BUT SUNSTREAKER WAS A YELLOW LAMBORGHINI! No! And no! That was a dream, just walk, quickly, to ceramics.
And quickly I did! When I arrived at the art studio, I quickly through my belongings on the table and ran to get clay! If what I remember is true, Sunstreaker was a clean freak, even though he was an artist! Stupid brain! There's nothing to worry about! They're not real! As I put the clay on my wheel, a 6 foot lean man came into the room. His hair was clean cut and was black with yellow highlights on the tips. He wore jeans and a yellow T-shirt. But the strange thing was that both the yellow in the hair and shirt were the same color as the yellow Lamborghini in the parking lot. SLAG! HOLOFORMS! They have holoforms in this dimension? AHHHH! If that dream was real, then I am so screwed!
Everyone in class paused the moment he came in. Well, when a hot handsome guy walks into the ceramics room with all of the class being girls, let's just say that you can hear a pin hit the floor. Anyway, I kept working, hoping that the mess from the clay would deter him away. Unfortunately, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was starting to walk towards my direction. Well, let's see. I have my car keys in my pocket, if I run now then- "Hey, fleshy, I need to talk to you." But before he could keep talking or get closer, Prof.B stepped in. "Excuse me, but who are you? Are you lost? Would you like directions? Are you looking for someone?" May the heavens praise that woman! Prof. B is my spirit guardian! While Prof. B bombarded the poor boy, I made my get away through the back door!
HAHA! Nooo one notice my exit! So I bolted to my car, carefully though, I still don't want to be seen by that stupid Lambo! And I drove off! Well... That was until there was a blue and red peterbilt truck blocking the main exit off campus. SOOO! Off to plan B! Run on foot!
The good thing about going to college in the same area you grew up in, is that you know your way around. After I parked my car, again, I bristly walked to the dorms. There I would hop the fence that was behind the dorms and get of campus and take the back routes to get home. But all good things must come to an end. Plan B was foiled as I stared at the GMC Topkick parked near the dorms.
I had hoped that it would not come to this, but it looks like it has... RUN. RUN LIKE YOU BLINKED AND THE ANGELS ARE CHASING YOU! And while I run, Ill think of plan C, always have a plan, if the Maximum Ride novels taught me anything, it's always have a plan, even when you don't. So that's what I did. And I remembered the campus is next to the river, and we have boats... TO THE BOAT HOUSE!
Sprint, run, jog, whatever I have to do to get off campus, I did it! And once I made it to my destination, I realized something stupid. My arms are too weak to get the boats down. And I don't know how. WHY! Years of schooling have left me with nothing! Just when I began wallowing in my own grief and stupidity, I heard a noise. A noise that sounded like a jet... That kept getting louder and louder. Scrap! If that noise is what I think it is, then that's what I am, scrap.
Praying I looked out the window and saw my worst nightmare. A silver F-22 coming straight for the boat house. Coming straight for me. Coming was Starscream.
