Not Like Them - Transformers Fan Fic

Introduction

This fan fic is a mixture of the first movie and fourth. (Sam and Makayla, and the A.O.E autobots)

AOE - Age of Extinction

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1

"Winter Collins!" A voice snapped me out of my daydream. Mrs. Kay was standing in front of me, tapping her pen on my desk. She had written a poem on he board, and we had to copy it. I didn't.

"Glad to see i've FINALLY got your attention." Mrs. Kay snapped.

"May I PLEASE get back to my lesson? Copy the poem on the board." She leaned in closer.

"Come to my classroom after school, you have a detention. That is the third one this week. I want to speak to your parents about your daydreaming situation." I looked at her.

"Mrs. Kay, I have no parents." I whisper/spoke. I hoped she would feel guilty for saying that. She did, but she can still talk to my foster parents.

She slapped my desk with her pen once more and walked off to the board. I could hear snickering of the other students around me as I slumped into my chair.

To get a clear picture in your mind of me, I will describe me to you.

I am a tall teenager, and I am called gorgeous by other teens. Being pretty is ok until you get catcalled on the streets. That's why I stopped wearing crop-tops.

Me:

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I put one of my long legs on the other and watched the teacher fuss about poems and their properties and techniques used. God. Why do I need to learn this? Unless I am gonna be the national poem geek.

After English ended, I threw my school books into my bag and swung it over my shoulder. I had to get out of there. I flipped my hair and left. I went to my school locker, and started getting sorted.

Travis walked up to me.

"What's shakin' gorgeous?" He asked me. God Travis was an idiot. Sure, he was a jock, but I hated him. Like I said earlier, I hate catcalling, and he's like the king of that.

"Leave me alone, Travis" I snapped. I wasn't in a good mood, especially after Mrs. Kay.

"Hey, chill. I was thinking, you, me, date. What do you say?" He said in a way that made me wanna punch his face.

"For like, the 100th time, NO. I would rather date an alien than you." I flipped my hair in his face and closed my locker door and walked away, my heels clicking as they hit the school floor.

It's funny how irony works.