The Oncoming Storm

Chapter One

        Skylar stared at the clock with bored eyes, the time ticking by slowly. At the front of the class room, some student was getting their grade from Mr.Bomille. Honestly though, Skylar couldn't have cared less about it. If she had a choice, she wouldn't even be here. The only reason she was, was because of-

        "Samuel Witwicky?" Mr.Bomille called out her friend's name. Running her hand through her spiky black hair, Skylar turned her blue eyes to the boy beside her.

        "Well," He gulped, glancing at her. "Wish me luck Sky." 

        "Good luck." She smiled, showing her perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. That smile quickly fell when she saw some one flick the brown hair teenage int he back of his head with a piece of paper.

        "Who did-? Who did that?" Mr.Bomille questioned, pointing a finger around the room before giving a warning. "People. Responsibility." 

        As if that'll make a difference. Sky rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Sam's report. He was currently dumping the contents of his backpack on a desk.

        "Sorry. I got a lot of stuff." He apologized. Once everything was on the desk, he began. "For my family-" However, he was cut off by someone flinging a rubber band at him.

        Growling lowly at the snickers coming from behind her, Sky turned around and gave the culprit the stink eye. That culprit was Trent, a jock who tended to pick on Sam. He also had a nasty habit of hitting on anything that walks, despite the fact that Mikaela was his girlfriend. Sky happened to be one of those 'things'. But she had a pretty good idea of why.

        Now she'll be the first to admit she was attractive for her age. Her hair was rather short with red little streaks decorating the natural spikes. Her eyes were an unnaturally bright blue, standing out perfectly from her tanned skin. Luscious lips and long lashes completed what she had once been told was the face on an angle. Perfect to the smallest pour.

        Though it wasn't just her face that was perfect, but her body too. Long legs, clad in jeans with a pair of knee high boots on her feet. Curves that seemed to be in all the right places that, despite her usual shirt (red today) and leather jacket combo, always seemed to be present.

        Some would say she was conceded for having such thought about herself. However, that was not the case. She just simply recognized that this current form was a rather attractive one. Not that her previous ones weren't, she just preferred this one.

        You see, Skylar Storm was in fact, not human. She was simply a costume. A holoform. One that belonged to the Autobot, Stormstrike. Around a vorn and a third ago, she and her squad crashed down on earth. Immediately, they made a decision that would effect their actions from then on out. Upon seeing the human race, the vowed to protect them from the Decepticons and keep them from finding the Allspark. It no longer mattered if they got it to restore their own home. The race of this planet was so small, and hardly seemed capable of protecting themselves from the Decepticons.

        So they went into hiding, blending in so seamlessly, no one knew they existed. They then scattered across the continents, changing every few years, and watched over the humans.

        Stormstike currently resided in Tranquility, posing as a high school student. Bluestreak resided closest to her, in Hamilton Ontario, pretending to be a collage student. Kup owned a mechanics shop in Finchley. Springer seemed to be having fun in the Land Down Under. While Hound adapted to life on the small island of Japan. They all stayed in contact with each other, and would inform the others of anything unusual. But other than that, they were one their own.