Hey and welcome to "An eye for an optic, a spark for a heart"!

Chapter 4 guys!

I am incredibly sorry for the big wait I gave you guys but I've just started Year 9 and honestly...it's a reeeeeeal bum L

Anyways today is the day we all get to meet Ariana D'Amore

If you have trouble pronouncing her surname its (de-moor-ay) or (de-moor-ray)

Just in case guys! French surnames are complex but cool ()w()

So get ready to meet lil Ari!

I don't own any Transformer or Balto but I do own Ariana D'Amore

Great...absolutely positively perfect; how can the last day of year 8 go from bad to worse. Well one: it is secondary school and two: I've been picked to lead the cross country team and the gymnastics team next year. Sure I'll admit I like them both but to captain them...sometimes I real hate being sporty; oh and flexible. Why couldn't they have picked some lanky girl in my year to be in charge or was that too difficult and "time-wasting" for the P.E. teachers. These clubs better not clash with my Violin lessons or I will literally-

RIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG!

The first bell startled me and I let out a high pitched squeal as my hands flew to cover my sensitive ears. Why can't they just put a nice comforting jingle to alert students and teachers to go to lesson and registration or better yet an intercom system but ohhhhh nooooo! It costs too much money. CHEAP! CHEAP! CHEAP!

Sighing in annoyance, I removed my hands from the sides of my head before gradually trudging to my form room...on the other side of the school. I had wasted the majority of my morning rushing to sprint into the P.E. department to find who had gotten into certain sport teams only to see that I was captain of two! Oh how I really wanted to rip down that Sport billboard and burn it! I turned a corner; an aggressive look pasted on my tanned face as I could feel the kids in the year below staring at me in confusion and curiosity. I felt like punching a wall...but then again, what good would that do?

I turned around another three corners before climbing a flight of stairs as I saw my form room. The wooden door had a clear plastic sign that read "Room 29 Mrs Osman-Head of the English Department". Having an English teacher for a form teacher was relatively sound but the down side was that she tended to correct you in front of your mates if you said a slang word. Typical English teacher...Before I entered I rapidly leaned against the wall and threw my left hand into my inside blazer pocket to find my phone and check the time. I pressed the button on the side of my phone to see it was only 8:37am which meant the bell had only rang two minutes ago. I must walk surprisingly fast when I'm angry.

I gently placed my phone back inside the pocket and began to dig around for my make-up mirror. Upon finding it, I swiftly grasped hold of it and tugged it of the pocket. Flipping it open, I met my tanned face and my sapphire blue eyes. As I had been in a rush to get to school this morning, my white-blonde hair looked like the living dead. My attempt at straightening my hair was a complete and utter failure. I could've screamed! Knowing I couldn't do much with it, I hastily brushed it all to one side with my hands before throwing my mirror back in my pocket and turning to my left to grasp hold of the door handle.

Upon opening the door, almost immediately everyone ceased their conversations to stare at me as if I had offended them in some way. Before I could snap something impudent at them, Mrs Osman spoke and I gazed in her direction.

"Ahhh Miss D'Amore late again I see," She began standing up while her wrinkly hand made its way to her hip. "What is your excuse this time?"

Normally, I would've said something along the lines of "There was a big traffic jam" or "The car broke down" but today, I actually had a decent excuse; well in my eyes it was decent enough.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mrs Osman but was in the P.E. department..."

I don't think she was expecting to hear that as her cocky and slightly intimidating body language suddenly disintegrated and was replaced with a mixture between confusion and shock. But I think everybody knew what she was going to ask next...

"...And just what were you doing there Miss D'Amore?" Her flabby arms crossing neatly over her chest as everybody turned their heads back to me. It was as if they were watching a tennis tournament.

"I was looking to see who got onto what sporting teams Mrs Osman...I must've lost track of time"

There was a long silence and it made my stomach churn. She couldn't give me a detention on the last day of the school year...that is just too cruel! I felt everybody's eyes drilling into my body and mind as if they were trying to tell if I was lying. Ha! They wouldn't know if I was lying!

"I should really give you a detention Miss D'Amore...," Mrs Osman said breaking the silence and taking her place back behind her desk and on her blue spinning chair. "But as it is the last day of year 8 for you...I will allow this exception just this once. I expect you to come through that door a changed person next term, young lady. Now come on in and take your seat before I change my mind; I also expect impeccable behaviour from you today Miss D'Amore so no disruptive behaviour or I will gladly keep you behind an hour after school"

A grateful grin appeared upon my face as I fully walked in the door and shut it behind me. Mentally cheering with joy, I spotted my friends all huddled around the tables at the back of the room. Jessa Reid was a troublemaker who tended to treat teachers like dirt. I honestly couldn't believe what that girl was capable of! Apparently when a substitute teacher was teaching her maths she was unbelievably cheeky to her that she received islolation for two whole weeks. Her light brown hair was often straightened or in a high pony while her eyes where a glistening light green. Jessa wore her skirt incredibly short and sometimes I have had to pull her to one side and literally yank it down. She never did her top bottom up on her school blouse and you would often catch the lads having a quick sneak peek before she growled at them and they'd instantly turn away. She was a badass queen bitch and my best friend.

"I was wondering when you'd show hun...what took ya girl?" She asked pulling out the chair next to her as she removed her feet from the table top.

I threw my weight onto the chair and tucked my handbag under the table. Celeste and Ava were sitting on the table in front of us and had turned around on their seats to chat to us.

"JESSA! Ya thicko didn't ya hear what Mrs Osman just said to Ari?" Ava snapped.

I have a feeling that today was going to be rather interesting...

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The school day seemed to have whizzed by; it went from 8:37am to 15:05 in what seemed in a matter of minutes. Thank god it went fast as I don't think I would've coped. By now I was quickly stumbling home with my headphones glued into my ears. I was listening to "reach for the light" from one of my favourite childhood films "Balto". Even though he was greatly despised, he still made his way through the snow in order to bring back the stranded huskies in order to save the children in Nome, Alaska. But what makes it even more amazing is it is a true story!

When I reached my house, I rapidly unlocked the door and quickly locked it again when I got inside. I was buzzing with ecstasy as in a matter of hours; I was going to spend the whole six week summer vacation in Northern Ireland in my aunt and uncle's manor! I really didn't what to do with myself!

I could ride my shire horse Jedidiah from dawn till dusk or I could play with the bubbly Irish red setter; Gypsy.

I ran up the stairs; dropping my bag on my bedroom floor and leaping onto my bed while giggling with happiness.

"Ireland here I come"

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He couldn't feel a thing but his memories were as strong as ever. What those filthy terrorcon Insecticon abominations had inflicted upon him was utterly disgraceful. He certainly did not deserve that kind of pain and torture. What had he done to deserve it?! He did not know and was precarious as to whether the energon stained message they had left him was truthful. Megatron had attempted to power-down a number of times but every time he shuttered his vermillion optics to that extent, he saw the three Insecticons causing him harm. It was defiantly a sight he would not soon forget...

The former leader of the Decepticons began to ponder about all of the decisions he had made and if he had really executed all of those Cybertronians. Had it all been worth it? Killing anyone that questioned him so he could remain top-dog?

The silver warlord remembered back to what his past-self had said about a certain femme

"Ha! She never loved you! She feared you and she hated your murderous ways! Besides...would anybody love you or want to converse with you when you caused the..."accident"?"

accident...

...accident...

Those words bounced around his processor and his infuriation boiled inside his weak frame. What if she had never loved him? What if she had hated him? She had used to talk to him. Was this land of the dead meant to make him go INSANE! The accident hadn't been his fault...well not all of it.

He remembered her immaculate snowy white paintjob and protoform and those stunning blue optics that when she was happy would shine like the brightest of stars. A weak yet sad smile formed on his mouth components as he could hear his spark beating loudly and out of time.

"...H-help m-m-e..."

And that wraps up chapter 4 folks!

Feel free to ask any questions that you might have preferably over PM but in reviews would be much appreciated!

I am not sure when I'll update again but hopefully if all goes well it will be soon ()w()

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