Hi there, here is Rebecca Schneider. I will rease my first Account here, because it is connected with my facebook account wich I erase with it. This story was my very first Transformers story and I wrote this in german an translated it with a little help of Google Translator into english. So as I did with my other storys I posted here. no worrys I will post my other storys here, as soon as the other account is erased.

thanks!

Optimus: "For five years we have been on Earth. Many of us have a human partner with whom they prefer either to be together in the battle or to protect them. These partnerships have changed us and let us fight even more so for the future of the world who the Decepticons want to win for themselves. Earth's future is uncertain as before, while the Decepticons are here. But we will do everything to secure the future of the earth. "

New York City:

Here lives a young woman. Her name is Miracle. She got this name because she had been abandoned as a baby. In the deepest, coldest winter packed only in a diaper. The only poor few days old baby crying heartbreaking, until someone in the park where the baby had been abandoned, found and her took her in. The child had only an emerald with her, obviously a part broken off. These Emerald wore Miracle always close to the heart. She hoped, that someday, this emerald would help her to find her parents.

An elderly lady who was homeless, had found Miracle in Central Park, New York. The lady had only rags on the body but nevertheless she took thitself. Miracle got her name because it was really a miracle that she had survived in the cold. Although the homeless lady who all knew by the name of Elizabeth, had no money, she did everything for the little girl. Now and then Elizabeth got of charitable man slipped something for the little girl, and they had something to eat. It was not an easy life on the streets, but Miracle knew nothing else. She was used to provide a time or get on two days without eating. As a result, she was very thin and delicate. Her face was almost black, as she had little opportunity to wash. Her hair, originally brown, were so unkempt, knotted and greasy, so that they looked more black and stuck on the head and itched. She wore a dress that was too big for her and the dress was pretty torn up and a pair of patches were on the skirt. But despite the hard life on the streets Miracle loved her grandmother Elisabeth lot. When she was five years old, Miracle was a peculiar pen on the street that looked as if it was brand new. She looked a few times to see if anyone had lost the Pen. It did not seem to be so, and she took the pen. That same night, then Miracle had a terrible dream. She dreamed that her grandmother was asleep and woke up no more. No matter what she did, her grandmother did not wake up. Miracle woke up drenched in sweat and rushed immediately to her grandmother. She shook her shoulder to wake up to their grandmother. Coughing, she awoke and Miracle sighed with relief. The two lived in a small niche in a side street that was covered only by a wooden board. This had become rotten over time and could not protect them from heavy rain anymore. Which meant that Elizabeth was sick. The state of her grandmother deteriorated from week to week. Six months after her nightmare it happened then. Miracle woke up and her grandmother was freezing and she did not move anymore. Miracle cried terribly and ran to get help. She ran it blindly into a policeman, who agreed to help the poor weeping girl. The officer was only able to say that her beloved grandmother was dead. Miracle did not understand the whole thing. She had never come into contact with death. And with five years she had lost her only loved one. At that time, but she did not know of the extraordinary gift that was in her. Otherwise, they might still be able to save her grandmother ... She came into a Orphanage where her life was not very easy. The warden sank into alcohol, and forced the children to clean the home from morning to evening and to keep in order. It also often happened that her hand slipped and children were beaten. In this house of horror Miracle sank even further into sadness. She had become a very quiet and serious child. She had her fate arise, waiting only for the fact to be saved from it. Fortune seemed to be not intended for them ...

About a year after Miracle had come into the home, she dreamed of a huge fire that the whole Orphanage burned down. A few weeks later saw Miracle as the director of the home in a drunken stupor a burning cigarette on a mattress tossed. Miracle crashed once there and snatched the cigarette, threw it on the floor and stepped on it. But a lot did not help that the mattress had already caught fire.

Frantically ran Miracle to the other children and warned them, but no one would listen to her. Some even made fun of her.

Miracle shot the tears in his eyes. If they not quicquicdo something, all children would burn with the house!

At some point, the fire had been up to the rooms of the children. It was unbearably hot, and smoke rose into the rooms. The children were coughing and panicked. Boys and girls were sleeping in 4 separate rooms, there were 2 for girls and 2 for boys, two rooms for 10 residents. The rooms were very small, the beds were close together and the gear, which was released on the beds was so narrow that just by fit a child. The boys were left and the girls slept right in the hall.

Then echoed from outside sirens to them. The fire department had arrived. Once they made a jump cloth, to get the children out of the house. All 40 children crowded into one of the two girls rooms at the window. The fire department called the children: "Come on, jump! Do not be afraid!"

The boys were in the respect of course braver than the girls. The boys jumped one after another out of the window into the white elastic cloth that several firefighters had spread on the road. The girls had to cry, however they had fear from jumping from the second floor.

As Miracle decided to do something: "Listen to me! I know that you do not want to die. If you want to be adopted by parents, then jump! "

The girls looked at Miracle in amazement. She had all the time hardly spoken a word. Miracle was often occupied with her drawings. And she could really well. She had portrayed almost every child in the Orphanage and kept in a binder. There were many children they had treated badly. But there were some who admired her artistic talent and had almost quarreled about it wen next should be drawed. Here, her drawings on the back of old posters of movies or cardboard were beloved. But that was the Orphanage. She had her drawings generously ddonate to their models when she was done. And that was always very fast.

Now the little 6-year-old Miracle spoke so grown up with them, that they did girls, which Miracle said. One by one, closed their eyes and jumped out the window into the jumping mat. The smallest, Molly was only four and still had terrible fear. She stayed with miracle as the last remaining. Miracle included Molly on the shoulder: "Come, let's jump together."

Little Molly nodded, sobbing. Slowly, she climbed onto the windowsill. The window was so great that the two girls could be loosely upright.

"Do not look down." Said Miracle, "On three we jump. One. Two. Three!"

And the two girls jumped out the window. This feeling to jump out there was like how Miracle had always imagined flying. She smiled as she fell five meters in depth and then gently landed on the jumping mat. Miracle was almost disappointed that it was over so quickly.

The house burnt down completely. When it emerged as the children eke out their lives in the house had, it was a scandal same. Once the monitoring measures were tightened for children and youth centers. The children from the Orphanage which also had been Miracle were distributed to the surrounding homes. Miracle spent her entire life in the Orphanage. At 13, she came from the Orphanage in the youth center. Here her life was not easier here. Miracle was now aware that she had something special about her. And she proved in the future more often. If someone lost something Miracle knew in advance where the object in question was. Or if someone should be adopted, Miracle also knew this. This came to envy that Miracle did not facilitate the life in the home. She was ill starred. Thus, it was, for example, thrown with a damp cloth, or it was drawn to the long, brown hair.

Once she had ventured a girl, Miracle removed her pen, she had found with five years on the road, and annoy her with it. The pen was everything to her and Miracle was so angry that she broke the girl with a Punch her nose. So she was thrown out of the home and ended up back on the street. All they had was their Binder and her pen, from which she had always thought as a child, he would have something magical. From then on, she tried to eke out as a draftsman their lives to earn some money. At 14, this was by no means easy. She drew portraits for a few cents and was close to the poverty line, because she had not many orders. But among the street residents she had made through their talent a big name.