Hey everyone! Thanks to all who have decided to read this story! This is sort of my debut fanfiction and I'm always open to help and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I'd love to get reviews! Please be nice though :)
This story is post Revenge of the Fallen movie. I know this is pretty short for a first chapter but bear with me as there will be plenty more to come!
I own none of the characters other than Amy, Hannah and the unnamed step-father. Those are mine :)
"Hannah! Get up! We're supposed to be leaving for your first day at college and you're still in bed!" A tall, elderly man fumed from her doorway. A girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes sat up and glanced blearily at her alarm clock. The screen was black.
"Crap! My batteries died!" She shrieked, throwing the blankets off and snatching her clothes off the back of her desk chair.
"You have ten minutes. Hurry up!" He sighed, closing the door behind him with a snap. The teen glared at the place her step-father previously stood.
"Every day this past summer he's hauled my ass outta bed at an ungodly hour. But the one day I actually need him to be a prick he lets me sleep!" She groaned, stripping off her pajamas and dressing at record speed.
"I can't believe after four years of high school you can't get yourself up on time!" The old man snapped as Hannah threw her bag in the back seat, chocolate pop tart in her mouth.
"I told you my battery in my alarm clock died! It's not my fault!" She snapped back, sliding into the front passenger seat.
"And maybe if you hadn't stayed up so late last night with your stupid online friends you might have woken up at a decent hour!" He countered.
"Amy isn't some online friend! We were best friends for three years before she moved to Florida! Forgive me for staying in contact with a person I care about!" the teen snarled, slamming her door.
"Do not talk to me that way! I could just let you walk!" her step-father yelled, angrily turning the key in the ignition. The engine turned over and died.
"Great! Just great! We'll take the truck." He sighed, hauling himself up and making his way to their green Ford F150 but not before planting a kick at the hood of the Saturn.
"Piece of crap…" He muttered, as they both got into the truck and pulled out of the driveway.
"-Optimus. I've located the source of the virus.-"
"-Good job Ironhide. You know what to do.-"