Sparks || TRANSFORMERS (2007)

Prologue

"Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them... with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube... was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth."

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"Come on, pick up idiot!" Sam could be so tardy sometimes. School started in 15 minutes, and he was probably still asleep.

I sighed, flopping onto why huge bed. Complete with six pillows, and a large blue comfroter, it was the place I spent most of my time. If I hid out in my room, it meant less of a chance of seeing him. I sighed, rubbing my eyes, one of which was still sore from the other night when I had poked it accidentally. Sam's dad was supposed to be dropping you two off, but at this rate, you wouldn't be make it in time for the first bell. Well, at least we could miss homeroom.

Then again, I kinda liked homeroom. It helped me get my school life together. Get organised, you know? On the outside, I pretended to hate school, just like everyone else. But, inside, a part of me actually loved it. It meant I didn't have to see him.

I jumped as he knocked on the door loudly.

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Get your ass downstairs!" My father only had two voice tones. Calm or pissed off. If you didn't answer immediately after he called you, hi tone could switch up so fast it would make your head spin.

After that my body instantly went into flight mode, and I jumped off the bed, grabbing my rucksack on the way, along with my denim jacket that contained my earphones and phone, pulling the door shut.

"I've told you before to stop slamming the door. Don't you listen?" He scowled, and I mumbled a sorry, the response almost automatic. I spent more times apologising to him than I did having actual conversations. After he turned and skulked away, I placed a hand on my chest, willing my pulsing heart to calm down. I didn't want him to hit me again. I never wanted that to happen again.

I mumbled a 'good morning to him' as soon as I entered our lavish kitchen, sitting down behind the sleek marble island. My dad had already put my cereal in front of me, along with some sugar, a glass and orange juice.

"Not too much sugar Y/N," he said, watching me closely "You've already put on weight during the summer."

I bit my lip, in attempt to distract myself from crying. Or answering back. I hated how a signle comment from him could ruin my entire day, and I was determined not to let the happen. Thhe sooner I ate, the sooner I could leave.

Even though I was pretty sure most people would never wanna leave this beautiful home. When I was little, I thought my dad was a celebrity. Stupid, I know. But I'd never seen any other type of person live in a house like mine. Everything was modern and up to date. Even the microwave was automatic, and don't asked me how that was supposed to work. Sam, Witwicky, my best friend, had only seen my house, through emailed pictures, but said he wished his house was as big as that. But honestly, I'd take the loveliness of Sam's "little" home over the emptiness of mine any day. At least I wouldn't have to live with him. I shivered. My dad. The multimillionaire, town heart throb, man of dreams. Everyone wanted to be him, but I just wanted to get away from him.

I ate my cheerio's in uncomfortable silence with him, constantly checking my phone. It was 'iPod' the first ever model and every kid I knew was trying to get their hands on one. "Only the best for my daughter." Your dad would say, "Only the best."