Hey look, another story! I was in a writing mood and since Armada is the only current series i've seen currently (trying to collect all the series) i'm working with the Armada characters.
Disclaimer: I own no transformers but any of my made up characters which you'll know when you read the story.
Back home things have been a little rough lately. My brother is an idiot, my sister is a brat, my mother hates me, and my dad… well he's not even around, all I know is we get child support payments of five hundred dollars a month, you'd think for being a millionaire he could spare a couple thousand for his family. Anyway, my names Laura, I'm an average sixteen year old, but I live a lonely life. My family recently moved, which in a way sucks but hey, we didn't have enough money to stay where we used to be. Besides, the community here is nicer and the wildlife is beautiful. Trees, mountains, animals, lush fields. Hopefully things will stay as nice as I hope, I start school tomorrow, and you know how nerve racking that can be. Well I'm downtown looking for a job, but so far it's doing me no luck, I might as well head home, it's getting late.
It was eight thirty and with each slow step towards her home, it felt like the guillotine getting one foot closer to Laura's neck. She hated going home, and she felt alone. She never liked the solitary life style but she found she could never really make friends. That was her mother to blame. She had to go back a year because her mom would make her miss school to do housework, and babysitting other peoples brats to earn money while her brother sat on the couch, getting drunk or recovering from his latest high off drugs. No wonder the family had no money and lived in a (s'cuse my French) shit hole.
"Jake I'm home!"
"'bout time, shut up your god damn sister."
Laura snarled and headed upstairs, avoiding the steps that have had their fair share of abuse from termites. Reaching the top landing Laura knelt down to her eleven year old sister, "Vanessa what did he do to you? You know not to scream like this when he's around."
"I asked him if he could make me dinner 'cause I hadn't eaten since you left, and he said no and slapped me." She began to wail once more.
"You haven't eaten since I … you mean to tell me you haven't eaten since eleven this morning?" Laura wiped a tear away from her sister's cheek, and with a snivel, Vanessa nodded.
"I'll make some dinner then mom will be home, and everything will be ok."
Vanessa smiled, sniffed and stood up. Suddenly as if a switch had been hit, Vanessa became cheery, "By the way, when you were gone, I got bored and hung out in your room for a bit."
As Vanessa went to skip away, Laura stood grabbed her sister by the butt pocket and pulled something from it, "Where did you get this?" Laura growled, waving a plastic zip loc bag in front of her sister's nose.
"Let go of me!" Vanessa began kicking and punching.
"Where did you get this, Vanessa!" Laura got a firm grip in her sisters arm and shook it lightly
"In your room, and if you don't make me dinner now, I'll tell mom," she paused and leaned in towards Laura while she whispered, "that you have pot in your room."
"Get the hell downstairs, I'll be down in a minute." Laura whirled around and swung her door open, upon seeing her room, all was silent apart from her door slowly creaking, only to hit the wall with a light thud.
Papers were strewn about the room as if a tornado went through. All her sketchbooks carelessly thrown to the floor, her books bent, and her box full of change hanging precariously off a high shelf. Laura snorted and pushed the box back against the wall. She thought for a moment and put the box in her closet, hiding in the shadows. After stuffing her zip-locked-bad-habit-bag back into her pocket, she took note that her precious dragon collection had not been touched. Dragons seemed to be the love of her life; she drew them all the time and had many figurines. Her mother would always threaten to trash them if Laura didn't do what she was told. That always made her fear for the safety of her pride and joys. Just as she began picking up her papers, books, and sketchbooks, Laura heard a door slam shut and her sister yell, "Mom! I need to tell you something!"
Her heart slammed against her chest and Laura began barrelling down the stairs, just to see her sister give her mother a hug and say "I love you."
Laura rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen, "hey mom."
"Did you find a job?"
"No."
"Go figure." Her mother grunted and put some beers in the fridge along with some milk and fresh fruit. Laura looked in the cupboard and pulled out a box of Kraft dinner, looking over to her mother she politely asked if she could pass a pot over.
"Get it yourself you lazy twit."
Laura avoided eye contact, she hated to see her mother, would also explain why Laura didn't like looking in the mirror. Laura could see her mother's features scarring her face. Bright green eyes, dirty- brown hair, small but nicely shaped lips. The only difference is Laura looked civilized and kept up with her appearance, all 5' of her, while her mother looked like a 5' 6" tramp with too much make-up and perfume.
Snatching a pot, Laura grabbed the milk and margarine too. Walking back over to the stove Laura filled the pot with water and began the makings of 'crap and cheese.'
"I'm hungry… and hung over." Laura heard her brother in the living room, the crowd cheering wildly for the football game blaring from the TV.
"Shut up, you stupid drunkard!" Vanessa spat.
"What did you say!" oh dear, Laura thought as Jake got up from the couch, she could just imagine her 6' tall brother getting up, a scowl on his face, just stay out of it
Vanessa ran behind her mom, "Jake back off!" Jake glared at his mother, "I don't know why you stand up for that brat all the time, she's a stuck-up snob, who won't stop at nothing to get her way, and you know what? She's a total kiss ass and someday she'll screw you right over!"
Jakeroared and pointed his finger exaggeratingly towards his little sister, Laura was only glad she had nothing to do with this one.
"Lies, those are all lies! She's my little darling, the only good one out of all of my children."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you had more than us three you whore." Jake snarled and Laura smirked.
"What are you smirking at you little bitch?"
Laura backed off from her charging mother as she went to grab the handle of the pot of hot water, "Mom!" Laura dove out of the way as water splashed all over the counter, some of it hitting her back and soaking right into her sweater, Vanessa took the time to run upstairs.
Jake stepped over his fallen sister to the oven and turned it off. Laura got up and turned around to see her mother and brother glaring at each other.
"I bet you're going to stand up for your other sister too, eh? She's the bitch around here all she has is this snarky attitude!"
"You're blind aren't you? Even when I'm drunk I can see Laura does everything in this god forsaken place, all good you do is abuse her when you get the chance!"
Laura couldn't take the fighting, her back was burning and her temper was flared to an all high, she needed to get away, she needed a sanctuary.
Running upstairs, there was a flash of lightening just outside and Laura could see water beginning to fall in remnants of light. With a snort of exertion she jumped over the last few steps and went to her room. Grabbing a jacket, she snatched up her lighter and a smallcigarette boxthen headed out, only to be stopped in the hall by her slightly smaller sister.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Get out of my way," Laura growled. When her sister didn't move, Laura shoved her out of the way.
"I'm telling mom!"
"I don't fucking care no more!" Laura thundered down the old steps, past the wallpaper torn walls and through the old screen door.
Her run was fast, and the forest was her number one destination.
Upon reaching the base of a large hill, which Laura just called a mountain anyway, she was breathing quite heavily, and sobs of anguish came upon her. Years of pain, anger, being alone… She needed someone, and just now her brother shows signs of possibly being someone she could go to but he's scary when he's drunk, its when he's sober he's a cool guy.
He's rarely a cool guy.
Laura dropped to her knees in the mud and cried aloud, "Why was I chosen for such a wretched life? I never thought my existence could be hated so much!" she hung her head low, her jacket was sopping wet, her back probably had minor burns, and she was cold.
Getting up slowly she went under a tree and pulled out her Ziploc bag and her box. Inside the box were hollowed out cigarettes with the filters still attached. She began the delicate process with wet finger tips. Lighting up, she slowly breathed in the putrid smoke, blowing out the horrid smell after holding it in for as long as she could.
She hated her life, and she resorted to drugs. She shook her head and took another drag, this time having a coughing fit.
They can look friendly and harmless, they look fun, and curiosity gets the better of you.
Boom, you're into them, you think you're cool; Laura thought she was cool, in her own little way, but the unfortunate fact was no one appreciated her for who she was.
After finishing off her first, she decided against having more. Packing the stuff away in her pockets, she became quiet, yet tears streamed down in face, mixed with the cold rain.
Laura sniffed and began slowly walking up the hill, it was then lightening flashed again, this time the thunder was louder, closer. She thought she felt the ground rumble a bit, which didn't bother her too much until it kept trembling. Lightening flashed again, this time, a huge shadow blocked all light from hitting her. She was suddenly afraid.
Laura was familiar with fear, but this was different, much different.
The last thing she remembered wasmultiple voices, a yellow vehicle and a giant figure with a giant hand, and the cold mud suddenly around her fainted body.
Sorry for the drugs and language in this chapter but it won't be so bad in other chapters, don't you worry please R&R, tell me any ideas and if I like your ideas, then perhaps i'll use em' but if I don't, don't take any offense, i'm a picky person oo