Wavering Mind (Tranformers Prime fic)

Chapter 30

Karly's POV:

I was beyond annoyed at the moment.

Here I was, with my mom…

SHOPPING for a cap and gown.

It should be EASY.

But NOOOOOO!

Mom wants my cap and gown to be PERFECT, since I only graduate once from high school.

I'm about to pull a Jeffrey!

"Mom, for the last flipping time…THEY ARE ALL THE SAME!" I snarl.

She waves me off.

"No, this one has different stitching and this one here has different hemming." She says.

I stare at her.

"I have no clue what your talking about, but to me they look the same, let's just pick a set and GO!" I growl.

Something flies towards my and I tilt my head as something narrowly misses my head. I look back only to see a set of house shoes from the rack next to the one we're looking at.

"Because throwing house shoes solves all your problems." I say blandly

She glares at me, and for next five minutes I pull a Megatron.

Which consists of stomping around and letting out loud huffs and making grumpy and snappish remarks, and finally after another 5 minutes of doing this my mother sighs.

"Alright have a set pick out; let's go before you decide to start flipping racks." She growls.

I grin in accomplishment, and skip out of the store while my mom checks out.

The store was located next to a large gathering of trees, not exactly a forest but it had loads of animals in it. While I waited something caught my attention, at was a slight glint, so curiously I walk closer to it only to see a stone. With a tilt of my head in confusion, I pick it up and inspect it.

It kinda reminded me of…..Energon.

Only….

Purple-ish.

"Karly are you coming?!" My mom shouts.

Quickly I stuff the small stone in my pocket and run back towards my mom.

"Right, sorry I got a bit distracted since you took so long." I drawl making her roll her eyes at me.

"Shut it, your lucky I don't have my rolling-pin." She threatens.

I give her a look.

"Why do you even own a rolling-pin, you don't cook. Dad is the house wife in the relationship." I say.

She gives me a look.

"I cook…..I can make a killer sandwich." She says.

I snort.

"How stereotypical, you and just about every other woman on Earth according to Ifunny." I drawl.

She gives me a look.

"What's Ifunny?" She questions.

I sigh.

"It's a website/app that has random funny things and what not, it's really complicated to explain, so why don't you look it up when we get home." I say looking out the window.

Suddenly a random question popped in my mind.

"Mom? Why are my eyes purple exactly?" I question.