Dear Karma

A Transformers Story

Co-written by MeinBenutzername and A Humble Reader

Summary: Samantha Johnson was never particularly prone to wild fantasies or dreams of grandeur. In fact, she was rather grounded in her view of reality, and it was expected that reality stay grounded with her. Unfortunately for her, reality doesn't always agree. As she encounters what is definitely too much for one teenager to handle, a small part of her has to wonder...just what in the world did she do to piss Karma off?

Note: MeinBenutzername and myself, A Humble Reader, in no way lay claim to any of the characters in this tall tale, the protagonist Samantha Johnson being exempt.

Please enjoy the story and leave a comment, if you deem us worthy.

Prologue

A Letter

In which the end of the beginning gives way to the before, and the after, too.

Sometimes I wonder how, exactly, I get myself into these kinds of situations. I mean, yeah, I do seem to be able to find trouble pretty much everywhere I go, but this is just starting to get ridiculous.

No, scratch that. Ridiculous? Pah. How about...insane.

It's as if my life has marked a mile stone in all the stupid stuff that has ever happened to me. It decided that it wasn't even gonna try and be subtle about how badly it was gonna screw me over. No, instead it just plopped a load of complete and utterbull shit on my plate and said "Eat up!"

I mean...really? This is impossible. Now, I'm not saying that I'm some kind of joy killing stick in the mud who wouldn't believe in something unless it came up and bit me in the ass. I know people like that! But I'm not like that. I'm all for accepting the possibility of some pretty weird stuff.

But this? No. This is the exception. I, I just, I cannot comprehend, why anyone would...just...augh!

Normally I can take things in stride. Just had my house teepee'd before a huge storm? And left to clean it up alone? Yeah, I got that. Friends acting unbelievably idiotic and embarrassing me in front of an entire assembly? Hell, it's pretty much a common occurrence by now. Mom being utterly stubborn and doing exactly what she tells me not to? Well, maybe that upsets me more than what I'm comfortable with, but she was being a total hypocrite that time.

I can deal with hypocrites, though. I can deal with stupid, embarrassing, unfair, ridiculous things. What I can't deal with, is this.

All of this. All of the bull being fed to me right now. Hell, I might have been able to deal with everything, if someone hadn't decided to put the icing on the cake for me there at the end. I mean, really? As if it wasn't bad enough before.

Whatever. I didn't write this letter to complain and whine at you about what happened. (Well, maybe I did, but that stuff up there isn't the main focus.) What I did write this letter for, was to tell you something very important, that concerns more than just me.

While I appreciate, all of the...special attention. There is only one, tiny little problem with this whole situation, sweet heart.

Karma, darling. You know I love you, but...

I have a list of people you missed.

Note: Thus concludes the prologue. It's but a mere teaser, I'm afraid. At this point in time we have made remarkable progress in a number of mere days, which is highly unusual considering how quickly things are normally accomplished. We are trying our very best to stay ahead of you all, chapter wise, but very soon complications with schedules are soon to arise, so updates may be sporadic, at best.

In the meantime, we highly appreciate any attention you have paid to our story. The next installment, the next official one, anyway, has been completed, but we plan to space updates out. We are currently working as diligently as we can to provide what we hope to be an engaging, if somewhat slow in the beginning, fiction for you hungry readers to feast upon.

Future chapters will be much, much longer. (Of this we can guarantee.)

Thanks much, and please come again.

Criticism and advice is welcomed.