A/N: So, I got one reviewer asking me to keep updating. I think that Ill take you up on that! There was a reason for teh italics last chapter, and this is why. Yes, I did just change perspective. Sorry, but this was teh best way to start out my story. Anyways. this is goingto be a short chapter, and I hope to update again soon.
The girl shut her journal angrily, throwing it halfway across the room. She was mad at herself. The pen clattered to the floor as she sat up, her thoughts a million miles away as the journal landed on the floor in front of her with a loud thump. She glared at it as the waning sun caught the lock and flashed brightly. She reached over and snagged it, pulling it close to her chest for comfort. She really missed Starscream.
With that thought, she opened the journal, gently grabbing the pen as she marked the inside of the journal. She counted the seven marks that were there as she sighed, blowing her unruly hair out of her face. She looked up as the sun completely set behind the horizon, and the darkness settled around her like an old worn comforter. It was still warm enough at night that she didn't need the old jacket that he had found for her a year ago.
"Where are you, Star?" she asked to the stars above her. Her eyes searched for an answer among the small pinpricks of light. She placed the pen into a pocket on the jacket as she stood up, dusting herself off. She tucked the small tattered journal beside the pen as she slung the jacket over her shoulder.
She moved out of the abandoned warehouse she had been taking shelter in; it was the easiest way for a flier to get ot her in a pinch. And, she didnt like having a roof over her head. She would rather be soaking wet then dry.
She had already been in one place for three days; it was time to move on. She knew that Starscream could find her wherever she went. She started walking into the city that lay before her; she may not know where she was going one hundred percent, but she would move with purpose so that it looked like she knew where she was going. She glanced uneasily over her shoulder; she felt like she was being watched.
Becasue of her time on the streets, she was used to getting this feeling. She knew that her grimy look always made people pity her. But, it was a fact of her life that she was almost always covered in street grime. Her sadness over Starscream was making her lax; her attention was split multiple ways.
Unknown to the girl, she was being followed. A lone military jet was circling behind her, its colors black and purple in the rising moonlight. The jet waited for a few seconds before it was bathed in a gentle purple light, and then it was gone, seeming to be swallowed up in the darkness.
A/N: Oh, another cliffhanger! ARent I evil? Well, cna anyone guess who was watching her? I thought it was pretty obvious. But, untill next chapter, enjoy!