Starlight (Transformers: Prime)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Raspberry

Or a word about how you nickname pansy muscle cars.

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Natalie walked slowly, dragging her legs on the ground; she wasn't in a hurry or anything anyway. She wasn't sad, either; just more than the road she walked nearly automatically, she was interested in analyzing happenings of last few hours in canyon, taking them apart to the bits, trying to remember every, even smallest and least insignificant detail. She was just thinking about what had happened, to put it simply. She wasn't much of a fan of physical form of memorizing events – photography or 'putting one's frustrations onto the paper', that is writing down a diary. She always thought that if parents want to photography their kinds, let them do so, and diaries are for stupid, pre-highschool tween girls that are unable to deal with their 'big problems', which aren't either big not anybody cares about them. No, Natalie favored memorizing. And memorize she did, whatever she deemed interesting or important enough; if only an open bone fracture, or being bitten by a huge rat can be deemed as such, that is. Yes, Natalie was the person to deem those more macabre happenings interesting; things that normal people wanted to forget no matter what. To add to that, she even remembered bits of her stay in her mother's womb (how, from where or why; that remained a secret even, or especially, for herself). So, remembering one piece and recalling it few times, arranging and re-arranging them all to make logical whole, she learned them by heart. Something like that what happened earlier today was surely not a thing she wished to forget; and she wouldn't. Not when so determined to remember.

The whole process of intense thinking made her way home longer; from around seven to about twenty minutes, but still when she nearly hit her forehead on one of sandstone pillars she was genuinely surprised. She stepped back from treacherous, two meter tall, thick column and walked up to metal gate painted white, through which she stepped rather reluctantly, as always, sparing one, long critic glare for the garden. She found the garden rather ugly, and not fitting her tastes at all; it was way to unnatural for a deserted Jasper scenery, and Natalie would have loved to have one or two runs though it with a lawn mower.

Lush, weekly trimmed grass, straight rebates of colorful flowers, rose bushes and decorative trees were standing out starkly with very unfitting square of green and color on scenery of warm, golden-orange, deserted environment of state of Nevada. Natalie was always immensely annoyed by this pathetic excuse of a garden, stubbornly kept by her mother, who visited home only once or twice a year anyway. But that wasn't the worst yet, no; the absolute worst, tip of the iceberg was, according to Natalie, three-storey villa made from the palest type of sandstone available, with horrendous number of windows built into it. Or, in shorter words, the place she lived in; absolutely tasteless, when it came to her opinion.

And they kept asking her why she decided to move down into the basement, leaving her upstairs room to drown in the dust. Laughable. There were two things that Natalie never could or would stand, immensely annoyed by them; sunlight and heat, of which the house was full (skip hating mosquitoes and children, those weren't around, thankfully). On the contrary, there was always pleasant coolness in the basement, relaxing after a hot day, and soothing darkness for sore eyes. Who cared that her eyes were progressively getting worse by spending a lot of time in dim light? Natalie couldn't care less, not when she was pro 'convenience above all' rule. And she didn't really care about future health problems.

However, even that wasn't the eyesore in seventeen-year-old girl's live, but the fact that, despise her parents 'loving' her (or, at least, that was what they said), they seemed to be capable of showing their love only with tons and tons of green papers, buying their daughter whatever she only wanted. Not that Natalie was sad that they never were there for Christmas, and they seemed to forget even her birthday. Not anymore, at least.