Chapter 3
I do not own any Transformers Characters just the plot and OCs.
I pretended to adjust my glasses as Justine's, my mom's, neighbours peered at us; some more discreet than others. They waved trying to be polite as they drank in my appearance. I was the shiny new toy, the nice, new piece of gossip ready to fly off the lips of the preachers at a moment's notice. Their ravenous eyes never left me, not once, a small polite and seemingly shy smile dance across my lips as I stood next to Justine.
"Just!" a voice squealed. "How are you?"
I glanced at the origin of the voice. A woman in her early thirties with wheat coloured hair with an almost Barbie looking body walked to towards us a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eyes. Her arms were spread open to embrace Justine. As she did that her eyes raked over my body, her smile faltered as she stared into my eyes, my optics, as I had changed them. My optics were, unlike my eyes, pure white and a little discerning.
"Hello." I whispered in a meek voice.
Justine stiffened as Barbie unattached herself and made her way towards me. She leaned back and stared with one of the fakest smile plastered onto her face. Justine had an almost pained smile on her face and I cocked an eyebrow at her. Barbie hugged me before letting me go almost as though I was wearing hot iron.
"Valentine this is Ms. Meadows." Justine said her voice strained.
"Please Just," Ms. Meadows cooed. "Val, darling you can call me Kyra."
"Well, it's nice to meet you Kyra." I said.
The silence was broken by Clara coming outside. She was wearing a miniskirt that came just below her butt and a low cut V-neck. A scowl appeared on my face and Kyra smiled at her, admiration appearing on her face. However, I saw something else a spark her eyes that she showed her obvious hate for my mother. Kyra did not care that Clara was basically selling herself; all she wanted was to ruin Justine's reputation. Clara was too blind to see that, I however was not and I was looking forward to making friends with Ms. Meadows and driving her into the ground and ripping her apart.
"Clara, go change your clothes." I told her and my sister glared at me.
"Val, Clara is a grown child..." Kyra started.
"She is a 15 year-old girl and last time I checked was not your daughter and is in no way related to you. She is not a prostitute and I will not have her wearing that!" I hissed my voice deadly silent and cold. "You can go and poison somebody else's child but you will not ruin my mother's reputation. I will not let you. Clara go change."
To say that Clara flew up from her seat at the order I had given would be an accurate description of what happened. The suddenly warm sun had become icy cold, the trees stood straight as the wind stilled. Whispers began to grow and watched as Kyra stood staring at me her face twisted with rage.
"You know," I drawled. "I thought you looked like a Barbie, but I was wrong so horribly wrong. You look like Godzilla's child with Gollum."
Kyra face resembled a tomato as she tried unimpressively to glare me down. I simply stared at her, my face neutral and void of any emotion. Clara had reappeared this time wearing more appropriate clothing.
"Game set," I told her. " And match."