♕Daughter of a Cybertronian♕Transformers♕

ONE | The Child

You would think that being a half-human with the ability to recall anything, or even learn anything with a single day thanks to the internet that Holly Paxton wouldn’t have to go high school. 

But, noooooooooooo. Heather Fitzroy, Holly’s fellow redhead, and coincidently her mother at the same time, had put her foot down when her daughter had attempted to beg or plead her way out of going to public school with other children her age. 

Holly couldn’t help the sigh as she tuned out her history teacher, going on about the second human world war once more. She was so sick of this school, and all she wanted was to get out of it.

If Holly was ever to look back upon this day in the years to come, she'd describe it as the last relaxing day that she would ever have.

Not that this Holly cared, too bored out of her technological-brain to care. Until the soldier entered the classroom.

The knocking on the door had every pre-teen looking up alert. The only one not paying attention was the Paxton girl who had, skipped a few more than a couple grades to get where she was today.

Ironically it was her that was called upon, "Ms. Paxton?" Her teacher called out, looking at the red-haired girl who looked up immediately when her name was called.

The soldier that had come in looked her way as well, and Holly sigh, "Yes, Mrs. Walsh?"

"Pack your things," Mrs. Walsh told her, "Your mother has given Mr. Lennox here, permission to take you home."

Holly could see that Mrs. Walsh didn't believe a word that Mr. Lennox had told her, but Holly packed up her things anyway. She easily ignored the whispers of the several years older pre-teens as she made her way to the front of her class.

Holly gave Mrs. Walsh a smile, "Have a nice day, Mrs. Walsh," then she followed Mr. Lennox out of her class.

It was awkward for the soldier as they walked. That was easy for Holly to figure out about the man. She noticed how he kept looking at her, confusion in his eyes, before he looked away.

"I'm not an idiot, Mr. Lennox," Holly's eight-year-old voice was loud in the silent hallway. Silent other than their footsteps at least, "I know that this is about my father."

"Right," Mr. Lennox winced, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry, kid. It's just, you look like a-"

"A human child," Holly sighed, and she damn well knew it. She had to endure the confused looks from so many different people when she spoke. It was as if they didn't believe that an eight year old would be able to think and speak like she did. And to be honest, most human children wouldn't, "I know, Major William Lennox, from the hidden organisation called N.E.S.T."

His eyes widened as his head shot back to look at her, "How-" he stopped himself upon seeing the crystal clear Autobot-blue eyes that rested upon the girl's face.