2
"Turn the music down!" Kiara clapped her hands over her ears and groaned. I'll never be able to study with this racket blasting in my ears! Kiara flipped her brown hair over one shoulder and tried to concentrate on her work, but it wasn't going well with her roommate playing music loud enough to wake the dead.
Another girl popped her head around the door to the bathroom. "What?" Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and headphones covered her ears.
"Please turn the music down, Heather."
"Alright." Heather turned the music down to a level that would wake only the dead with sensitive ears. Kiara touched the square charm around her neck and sighed. She went back to her homework. "Hey," Heather flopped on the bed, "what are you majoring in again?"
"Archaeology," Kiara clenched her fists around her charm. "And everyone knows you are majoring in music."
Heather rolled her eyes. "I was trying to keep it a secret."
"Don't you have homework to do?"
Heather huffed and turned off the radio. She sat at her desk and piled a bunch of papers together. Kiara thanked her silently for turning it off. She pulled something up on her computer that caught her attention immediately. She looked over at her roommate.
"Heather?" Kiara asked.
Heather turned in her chair. "I'm listening."
"There's a meteor shower tomorrow night; would you like to come with me?"
"Sure. Can Bruce come too?"
Kiara rolled her eyes, "Whatever." Bruce was Kiara's once friend, and now was Heather's "boyfriend". Boys.
Did Kiara believe in aliens? Not sure. She was sure there could be life on other planets, but she didn't know if there was. Some theorists sounded out of their minds, but who was she to criticize?
Nothing ever happens, she thought as she closed her book. Maybe tomorrow will be better with the meteor shower.
A man with red hair and brown eyes stepped into a dark alley. He was wearing a nice suit, but he leaned against the grimy wall anyway. He sighed, and a white cloud floated into the sky. A jet landed nearby, and he headed for it. The jet shifted, transformed, into a huge robot. It glared down at the human with glowing red eyes.
"What do you want, fleshling?" the robot droned.
"Your help, and call me Brandon," the man smiled.
"Decepticons don't usually partner up with humans, so what do you want?"
"I want to give you an opportunity. I know where the All-Spark is."
The robots lenses focused. "What do you want in return for this information?"
Brandon's eyes glinted, "A high place in your empire."
The robot smiled, "Done. And what about Lord Megatron?"
"I know where he is too." The robot got onto all fours. "What should I call you?"
"Starscream," the robot replied before he transformed. When he flew away, Brandon turned, his coat flapping in the wind, and raced away into the night.