If My Voice Had Wings
Book One
Chapter 02 – Marguerite des près
Written By: Wrath of an Aerow
(Flower, also meaning "Wild Daisy") Marguerite des près ~ Doust thou love me?
Shauna Fairheart would much rather have been sitting at home and doing her artwork rather than shopping for a new pair of inline roller blades. Her old ones were too small for her feet, and her friend, whose name was Emily Williams, insisted that she'd get a new pair. After a few tries, Shauna had eventually let herself be dragged by a very persistent Emily.
"What about these ones, Shaun'?" asked Emily as they walked past a pawn shop. Emily pointed to a pair of white and black, scratched up pair of blades with blue laces. Shauna shook her head. She wasn't a shopping person, and disliking big crowds and small spaces did not help whatsoever. "Well, you gotta pick sometin'!"
The fifteen year old soon-to-be sophomore rolled her amber-brown eyes. Shauna was tall and relatively thin with light tanned skin and dark brown hair. A single gold streak was dyed on her side-bang that covered her right eye. Today, since it was still well into summer, she wore a white tanktop and baggy jean shorts that ventured to her knees. A gray, thin sweatshirt was tied around her waist and she wore black and white skater shoes.
She ran her fingers through her hair. "I dunno, Em'. I'm not cut out for wheels of any kind except for a bikes'."
"You'll never be cut out for it if yeh dun' try it!" she shoved her hands in her black Adidas sweatshirt pockets. Emily had black hair and stood a few inches taller than her friend. Her eyes were a shade of dark brown and her skin Hispanic-tan. Like usual, she wore jeans, a sweatshirt, her favorite beanie, and skater shoes. Her sleeves were pulled up and her beanie bet her eyebrows.
Shauna put her hands in her own pockets. "Let's look inside then," she said, slightly irritated.
Emily grinned in triumph and grabbed her friends' wrist, and dragged her into the pawn shop. After a bit of bickering back and forth, Shauna had purchased the used inlines and retired the pawn shop. Emily pestered her to try them on, and she did so, and was content that they fit nicely. Emily helped her to her feet, and after a few minutes, the fifteen year old girl skated freely. Emily had her skateboard and she expertly jumped on it and kicked the ground for momentum, following her friend.
Both high schoolers lived in the not-so well-known state of Idaho, in the town of Nampa. Today though, they were in the plaza of the capital city of Boise, shopping. They had came here also for a good look at the video game store, and a trip to the mall to venture in the Hot Topic. Unfortunately, nothing caught their tastes, and Emily had brought up the suggestion of looking for skates. Seeing how they had a solid two hours before Emily's mother would pick them up, Shauna had, un-willingly, complied.
Since the clouds were overcast, and it was a week-day, the sidewalks weren't crowded as it usually would be, which allowed the girls to skate if they wanted to. And that's exactly what they did.
But before any fun could really happen, Shauna's cell phone rung to life in her pocket, and she quickly fished it out.
"Who is it?" asked Emily, hopping that it wasn't her father.
She shook her head, knowing who Emily thought it was. "It's Sam…Hello?"
She saw Emily roll her dark chocolate brown eyes. The boy who lived in Tranquility, Nevada. Shauna's closest cousin since her father took her back from her mother. Emily didn't like the stuttering guy because he reminded her of all of Shauna's other friends; nerdy. But this one was different, and Emily couldn't name why he was different. He just was.
After a few minutes, Shauna snapped her phone shut and shoved it back in her pocket.
"Anythin' wrong?"
She shook her head, "No, he wants me to ask Trent if I can go down to Tranquility for the rest of the two-week break."
Trent was Shauna's father, who she refused to call 'Dad' because she preferred her mother and hated his sharp attitude. He had taken her from most of her friends at Hawkfeather high school and was strict, also not allowing her friends over.
"You aren't going, are you?" Emily asked, shocked.
Shauna shrugged, her amber eyes meeting Emily's chocolate ones. "You know how close I am to Sam, Em'. I haven't seen him all year, y'know." Shauna got up from the bench they were stationed at and pulled her friend up with her. "C'mon," she smiled serenely, "let's skate before your mom has to come and get us."
"Now that's the spirit, Shaun'," beamed the shorter girl.
"Don't push it," Shauna chuckled.
Sam Witwicky shut his phone.
He sat cross-legged on the hood of Bumblebee, and let a loud sigh escape his lungs.
Bumblebee rumbled below him slightly. "What is…wrong, Sam?"
"I'm just trying to get her down here, y'know, Bee? I haven't seen her all year. She's like a sister to me. It's just her dumb-ass dad is over-protective and won't let her come down here, not even if my dad offered to pick her up."
Bumblebee was quiet for a moment. "I am sorry you…are disappointed, my friend. Perhaps…he will…soon change his…mind."
Sam snorted, "Yeah right. He'll do that when pigs fly."
Bumblebee frowned, though it wasn't visible. He hated to see his charge so angered or sad, and he simply didn't know what to do about it with this scenario. There was nothing he could say to calm Sam down, and both knew that. Ever since Mikaela and he decided to just be friends, Sam had been more happy-go-lucky, and was overjoyed to know he could spend time with his best friend and the Autobots more. Though, right now, he wasn't his happy self. He absolutely loathed his Uncle Trent, for many more reasons than one. But he wouldn't go into detail about it at this point in time.
After awhile, the Autobot's engine came to life. "Would you like to go to the base…and…shoot some puppet-drones…? Iron…hide would be…happy…to lend you…a weapon to calm your anger…."
After a second, Sam nodded. "Yeah, Bee, I think I'd like that about now."
The driver's door swung open and Sam slid into the seat. Since school was already over, he could spend the rest of his afternoon at base, also because today was a Friday, and that meant tomorrow was a Saturday. Free to hang out at the base and help and lazy around. Pulling out of the garage, Bumblebee set off on the hour-long trip to the base nearby the Lookout.
Later that day, Emily's mother came and picked up the two girls and dropped Shauna off at her dad's house. Shauna thanked Mrs. Williams for the ride and turned heel, and walked up to her front porch. The screen was closed, but the door behind it wide open. A few flies buzzed around a cigarette disposer and Shauna sighed. Opening the screen, she entered the house.
The house was bare and relatively clean. The carpets were a light brown while the walls were made of dark wood. As you entered the house, you entered the living room which consisted of a black leather couch and a flatscreen television. A few paintings hung up along the walls and a light hung from the middle of the ceiling. To the right was the brightly-lit black and white kitchen and the left was a hallway leading to the bedrooms. Across the room was an open door which had a computer and a bookshelf. On the leather couch was her father, Trent, watching a Boise State football game.
Shauna could smell the cigarette smoke from where she stood, and wrinkled her nose up slightly. Her father was about her height, which was five feet nine inches, and had dark, Hispanic skin with a head full of spiked, pitch-black hair. Trent had dark brown eyes and was a bit on the over-weight side, wearing sweatpants and a black work-out shirt. His elbows sat on his knees as he watched the football player almost score a touchdown.
"Touchdown!" yelled her father as he pumped his fist in the air.
Shauna shook her head and closed the door. Her father's head then spun around and met eyes with his daughter.
"Oh, hey, sweets, pizza's on the counter," he said.
"Don't call me that," she said with a very slight hiss. "And Em's mom bought me lunch, so I'll pass."
Trent narrowed his eyes. "Suit yourself."
Without hesitation, Shauna quickly went to her room and shut the door behind her, locking it. She put her blades in the corner and sauntered off to her window, which she pulled up to let some air in.
Her room consisted of a bed, a wardrobe, and a small dresser along with a radio, small TV and a laptop. Papers with sketches littered her floors and her gamecube and controller was strewn in front of her television. A Rob Zombie poster sat above her bed and a bulletin board with pictures of her friends and past pets on it. She sighed heavily, and plopped on her bed.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a black and white form on the curb close to her house. Turning her head, she saw it was a police car. Once she got a look at it, it's engine roared and it's tires screeched along the pavement before speeding off. Shauna blinked. That was weird….
Deciding not to pay any mind to it, she grabbed a long slab of smoothed out wood and some computer paper and a pencil. She then began to sketch the paper away.
Chapter completed Wednesday, August 10th, 2010
A/N - I only own my OC's, and transformers rightfully belong to Hasbro/takara. I also do not own any bands or brands mentioned in the text above. Again, sorry for the short chapter and lack of adventure and excitement, but might as well get the boring chapter out first, right? It will get exciting in the next chapter, I promise. Please leave a review, and thank you all who's read, favorited, and reviewed this! It means a lot! (Also, this story is an advanced rewrite of my old, old fanfiction "lovely spark". Look up "dinobots4ever" and you'll find "Lovely Spark" at the top of the list. It changes greatly and this is more planned out.) I hoped you enjoyed!