Dimension to Dimension [>Completed<]

Dimension to Dimension

I don't own transformers! This is the only time I'm saying this.... We ALL KNOW NO ONE OWNS THEM EXCEPT HASBRO AND WHAT NOT!!! If someone wants to complain, send to inbox... Thank you and enjoy the story! X)

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"Austin! Finally!" Elliot said as I walked into work. I smiled and took off my winter stuff and tossed it onto the chair in the office.

"Happy birthday!" I inwardly groaned. It was NOT a happy birthday. I made a stupid wish last night hoping to be apart of the Transformers or meet them. This would make it my third time. Twice on New Years the past two years.

My life's been fucking hell. I moved out three years ago. On my 18th birthday. I had to get out of that damn house. I had to go to bed at 9 every night. I couldn't even stay up on weekends! I was 18 years old!

I couldn't have a boyfriend until I was 19. Literally. I nearly died from a severe case of Staph pneumonia. Hours away from death. I had to find a place to move into. Which I did, with my Gf. Lindsey. No, I'm not gay.

I'm a scape goat for my BF...well, Ex boyfriends mom. Caught him cheating on a girl I hated worth a passion. He said he didn't like her so why the hell were you sleeping with her IN MY BED!? Fucking idiot.

It's also the fourth year anniversary of my real moms passing. Accidental drug overdose on the 18th of may. Today's the 20th. My birthday. I still breakdown and cry.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I saw the Primes from when Sam 'died'. They told me that I would be in another dimension when I woke up, no one would know of the transformers. They said i was supposed to help with Optimus Prime and the Autobots. They wouldn't know me, but Elliot knows me. What a dream, huh?

Anyways, I work at the Rack Shack in Burnsville, Minnesota. Sweet place if you ask me. Best BBQ place ever.

I had my transformer stuff on under all my stuff. Me and my friend Donate had decided to have a Transformers night. Couldn't wait!

"Thanks Elliot." I smiled. I clocked in and grabbed the table cleaners and walked out to the lobby area and began scrubbing the tables.

I had dark auburn hair. My original color was honey blonde. The color on my bangs. I dyed it black and had Autobot blue bangs. Got a smart idea and re bleached the blue, turned it neon green. (A/N: I DID DO THIS! IT WAS HILARIOUS!!!) I took Sarah's hair goop stuff and it dyed my bangs skittle steam colors. Then dyed it dark auburn. And my hair is still soft! It's amazing. Stumped the hair salons too.

I weigh 118 pounds. 5'0". Brown eyes, but they go to amber and Chestnut throughout the day. Even Emerald. I have a slim frame with perfect curves. My face is perfectly framed with high cheek bones. Thin eyebrows and thick and long eye lashes. I always wore boot cut pants or slacks. Long shirts with Sweaters. I have dry skin. Sucks like a bitch. Literally.

It was near the end of my shift and Elliot let me go out early. I shrugged and passed out the tips to Chris and Mike. 20 bucks each. Strange... We NEVER get that much. I always had over 200 in cash. Just in case something happened.

I put all my gear on and walked outside. I lit up a cigarette and relaxed. I had been on and off smoking for all three years. Even after the pneumonia crap. I went back to the back parking lot and saw my crappy ford was missing.

"Excuse me, Sir?" I turned and faced the voice. It seemed awfully familiar. I saw a Middle aged man. He had dark brown hair and perfect features. He wore brown pants and a lime green shirt. A doctors coat was visible under his brown overcoat. What got me was his eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am." I growled. He stumbled back as I pulled back my hood. I saw an ambulance in the parking lot. Was someone injured?

"I-I'm terribly sorry! I didn't know." I smiled. It's alright. No offence." He sighed in relief. "Those are bad for you." I rose an eyebrow. "I know. I should stop. Specially after the stupid pneumonia crap." He rose an eyebrow at my hatred. I sighed.