After Action Review
By Nopporn Wongrassamee the Evil Author
Summary: Various people react to the events of the Transformers movie. So what do the normal people think?
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro… although some fans seem to think otherwise.
Author's Note: Some names not mentioned in the movie are taken from the novelization.
Tranquility High School
First open school day after the news breaks
"I don't get it, man," Trent DeMarco, stereotypical high school jock, said to his best friend.
"Get what?"
"Last week, that Sam Witwhiny dude was just another dweeb with a piece of junk car," Trent explained. "Now he's got a new car, popularity, and," Trent growled here, "Mikaela. What's he got that I don't got?"
"Fame, press coverage, and victory against overwhelming odds," his friend answered. "For a start."
"Huh?"
"Dude, where ya been?" Trent's friend held up a Time magazine. "It's been all over the news."
Trent snatched the magazine. On the cover was a slightly blurry image of some kind of mechanical monster. The picture looked like a still taken from video footage. The monster in it looked like it was screaming in pain, presumably caused by the smaller human figure under it holding something up that was burning against the monster's hide.
In the corner was another picture, obviously a zoom enhancement of the main one, where Sam Whatshisname's face was easily identifiable.
"Oh, man, that is so not fair," Trent muttered. "How's a guy supposed to beat that?"
"I dunno," his friend replied. "Maybe you can destroy a killer robot too."
Before Trent could reply, a stranger bumped into him. The man was obviously not a student. He looked far too old and he was dressed in ragged clothing. Trent wondered how an obvious hobo walked onto school grounds. Maybe he was a parent?
"John Conner?" the hobo asked.
"The new kid?" Trent snarled, taking his frustrations out on the guy. "How the hell should I know? Look around. He's gotta be here somewhere."
Without another word, the hobo wandered off into the crowd.
"Man, they'll let anybody in here, these days," Trent muttered. "Where were we?"
"I was saying that you could find your own killer robot to destroy," his friend reminded him.
"Oh, c'mon," Trent scoffed. "Where would I find one of those?"