Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XIV

~~~ Kayleechiara: Thank you very much. I mean, this story has been running around my mind, whispering to me to type it down. That's sounds weird, doesn't it? Oh, and Longshot, well, this little fella has been an old character that I had made in the story, Genesis (P.S. I'm not finished with that one yet at all). He'll be running throughout the series just like Teresa and her group of friends and yes, like I had posted, I love writing small minnie stories. Heck, maybe I'll make a collection of them in another fanfic. Oh and BTW, love the criticism. It's really helpful and maybe I would change the centered text and put it to the left align.

Well, let's give it a try. ~~~

The Glasses!

Selena's P.O.V.

I remember the first time I ever saw grandpa's glasses.

It was at a hospital when I first saw grandpa. He was very sick and was clinging onto his life. He kept his great grandpa's glasses in a case next to the table besides his deathbed.

He was old, fragile, and pale. He seemed dead to me. That's all I saw when I first saw him.

He opened his eyes and looked at me and my brother. He didn't say anything, which I thought was rude. I didn't know this old man. I was young, like around 5 years old or younger.

Well, anyways, grandpa slowly motioned to his glasses as if he was asking us to give it to him. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to touch his things, but I grabbed the case off the table and gave it to him anyways. He grabbed hold of the case slowly since he was old. He opened it up and me and Sam inched closer to see what it was. What we saw were those broken glasses.

Sam quickly grew uninterested and started to tug on my shirt so we could start playing again, but I didn't budge.

I was intrigued with the glasses.

The glasses were old and broken, a crack to the edges of the lens. The crack looked like a spider's web, but what intrigued me was something that the glasses held.

I was probably the only one who saw it, but there was something there. Like a grid or a map. To what? I never asked.

Grandpa saw this and smiled at me. He then said very slowly to me, "There is an adventure out there waiting for you." I didn't understand, but then he gave me the glasses.

I held onto the glasses and smiled.

"Sure." I had said in a cheery tone.

Days later, we found out he died slowly, but peacefully.

I searched for the precious glasses and sighed, banging my head onto the kitchen table. I groaned and stood back up, rubbing my head from the bruise or bump I would later get.

Feet stomping down on the stairs caught my attention. I turned around to see Sam running towards me with urgence.

"Hey, you found the glasses?" I asked.

"Yeah and it's right-" He said. He walked past me and towards the table, grabbing his backpack. "-Here."

I facepalmed and groaned in frustration.

"How did I not see that?" I asked myself. Maybe it's because no one would think to search on top of the kitchen table?

Sam opens his backpack and takes out the black case that holds the glasses. I grabbed hold of the case from him and turned around to see Mikaela walking towards us.

"Your mom's so nice." She said. She put her bag on the table and grabbed her hair, taking out a hair band.

"Yeah. She can be nice and crazy." I muttered. I opened the case and take out the glasses, inspecting them.