Hi again everyone! This is something I've been doing for the last few days to help with my writers block... And I liked how it turned out. And it is a Transformers fic. They may not be giant metal robots.. but they're there. It's also something I don't remember ever having read before...

Dedicated to all my fellow Kiwis and bookworms :3

Prologue

Dec 21- 5:15 AM- Ragland- New Zealand

It was a very cold, grey day for the middle of summer, and the wind was battering the small shack Lucy's family had rented out for Christmas. The water and wet black sand from the Ragland beach seeped in through every crack and crevice in the walls and floor. Even the roof seemed to be made of some kind of flimsy, soft curtain that let all the elements play with the minds of the house's inhabitants.
Lucy, the young daughter of Peter and Samantha Cartwell, sat in a fold-out chair next to a window, listening to the wind howling through the trees and whipping the ocean about outside. The window was open, the girl facing the sea with her eyes closed to keep out the sand, which was slamming against her face like a thousand pins and needles. Her long, blonde hair was thrown around her neck and shoulders by the strong, biting wind.
Outside it was grey. The sky was grey, threatening rain; the sand was dark, metallic, swirling around the beach and trees in mini tornados; the sea was grey, rolling up to the shore in great lumps, which broke abruptly into hundreds of little pieces of glass as they hit the metallic sand.
Overall, it was exactly the kind of weather a little family doesn't want for their annual summer holiday.
Lucy opened her eyes, squinting through the sand and salty, wet spray. She liked this time in the morning. The air was crisp and cool, even back in Town, and there were hardly ever any people around to break nature's spell, aside from the odd idler or dog walker. Not that she had to worry about tourists or chicks in bikinis today . . .

The girl started as a warm yellow glow filled the main room where she sat, and a slender hand rested on her shoulder, "Morning Lucy!" Her mother's cheerful, yet vaguely tired voice rang out from behind her, "Mind if I close the window? The sand and water is getting all over everything." Another pretty hand reached around her and fastened the window shut.
Lucy blinked a few times, feeling rather claustrophobic at the sudden lack of cold, wet, wind. But then turned to the cheery face of Samantha.
"Muuuum.. What're you doing up? It's like 5 o'clock!"
The woman smiled, "Actually, Dear, it's 9:30." She wiped some sticky black sand off Lucy's forehead with a thumb, "And you've got sand all over your face!" Samantha tutted teasingly, "you should go and wash it off before your father sees you."
Lucy sighed, "Yes Muuuuuuu-" she glanced out the window once more and froze, was there someone- out there?! Swimming? She caught a glimpse of something red and shiny, but then it was gone.
"Lucy?"
"Huh? Oh.. Yes Mum. Sorry, I just thought I saw someone out in the water." She frowned, "But I don't think it was anything, really."
"Well good! Now go wash up!" Samantha teasingly pushed her daughter away from the chair.

For the rest of the day Lucy sat near the window, her knees tucked up against her. Half of the time reading one of her new books and the other half gazing out the window daydreaming about the crazy swimmer and wondering what the red thing she had caught sight of was.

'It could have just been a buoy..'

Near dinner time she slapped her book shut, looking determined. Flicking her side fringe* out of her face she walked up to Samantha, "Mum, can I still hang out with Ana tomorrow?" Lucy looked up at her mother with the most pleading eyes she could summon, "Please?"

*bangs

I hope you liked it! Please leave a review, and tell me if I've got anything wrong.. Or anything you liked :3