Happy Presidents Day my American Readers! This is another short chapter, I do apologize. I promise, they will get longer! Review and let me know what you think of the story. I love reading all of my reviews.
Carrier and Sire would fight... a lot. That's mostly what caused me to leave the cave when I did. I would hear them yelling about my coat of paint. I had a blue, turquoise and white paint job. It's just what I was born with. My sire wanted me to have a black and grey paint, but my Carrier and I had different ideas. I wanted to keep it the same and so did my Carrier.
Apparently blue is the Autobot's color and any predacon shouldn't have it. I call baloney on that. It shouldn't matter your paint job right? I know a decepticon who has blue paint, although, it is a dark blue.
Maybe because mine is so bright and vibrant that it sets off some problems.
Another thing they would argue about is my love of human things. Books, television, music. Anything that the humans would make, I loved. Carrier got me a custom made music player for my second birthday. Sire hated it, so, Carrier hid it and would only get it out if Sire wasn't at the cave.
Sire didn't like a lot of things that had to do with Earth, unlike me. I loved all of earth culture. The language, the music, the art, the festivals they held. The festivals reminded me much of the celebrations we had back on Cybertron; a bunch of people getting together to celebrate something most people loved.
Since I was the daughter of a commander, my sire pushed me to train the cybertronian way, despite the fact that I would never be put on the feild. I was a femme, that's just the way we were built.
I found interest in the way humans caught their art on what I believed to be films. I soon learned that it was an older term for movies. I found out I was a huge Disney lover and watched all sorts of movies in my data pad., from Snow White, all the way to what they called Zootopia and everything in between.
When Sire wasn't around, my life was good. I didn't have any worry in the world. I would sit and watch movies, or sing and dance along to songs and music or listen to my Carrier's stories about true love and finding ones sparkmate.
Her stories made me excited to grow up and find my true loved one. Find my sparkmate, someone I could love as much as they loved me. She also told me to follow my spark, no matter where it took me, I probably should've taken this as a hint sooner.