My Toys Are Alive

Christine

"Nice to meet you Christine." The Autobots say at the same time.

I shivered. "Nice to met you too, although I already know you all."

"What?" Frenzy exclaimed, falling off the edge of my desk and faceplanting into the carpet below.

I chuckled. "Are you alright Frenzy?"

He looked up at me, shocked. "You know my name!?"

"How?" Starscream sneered as Rumble laughed at his twin.

Which led to a mini fight between them, I watched as I answered. "Well, you guys were my toys . . . but somehow you all became real . . . ."

"Toys?" Starscream repeated disgusted, I nodded.

"I bought you all with my own money. So if you're wondering why you guys are so small it's because you're in . . . toy form." I explained, glad that they were the sizes they are at the moment, knowing if they weren't I'd have a heart attack or simply faint every time I ran into one . . . God that'd be creepy.

"That sucks."

I scoffed, muttering, "Not for me."

I glanced down at Bumblebee as he snickered, obviously hearing my comment.

"Christy!"

I froze as I heard Sara called for me, she was home early. I groaned she just had to use my nickname. I felt my face get red as I stood up and quickly opened the door, slamming it shut behind me, running downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen Mike was there, he was early too, they usually got home around five.

Mike and Sara are my foster parents, my real parents died in a car accident a couple months ago, and I still didn't like the fact that two strangers owned me, that's the way I see it anyway. But I got used to living with them, they were a nice couple, I just felt bad that they adopted me.

I wasn't the perfect kid. I was fifteen, my brown hair was dyed with blue streaks, I was short tempered and usually snapped at them when they were trying so hard to be nice.

They'd ask me to call them mom and dad, but I refused, saying that weren't my parents, and they'll never replace them.

I felt bad a week after that and apologized, but I still called them by their names.

I watched them kiss and greeted them after they were done, they hugged me and asked about my day.

"Oh . . . how'd my day go? Um, it was normal. How about yours?" I had just got the words out of my mouth when a large bang came from my room upstairs and tiny voices, most likely yelling, I flinched.

"What was that?" Sara asked looking at the ceiling. "Is someone over?'

"No! My laptop must of fell, I was watching some videos." I laughed uneasily. "I'll be right back...."

I dashed upstairs and marched into my room, fuming. "Alright who did it?"

The arguing stopped at my arrival, and I glared down at all of them and repeated myself in a harsh tone, and a little louder at the moment I was in, what my dad called, 'Megatron mode'.

"Who did it? Don't make me repeat myself again."