Disclaimer; Don't own Transformers.

New Story, YAY!! These chapter are going to be short, but I will try to update quickly.

I was never great with long chapters.

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'This is insane. I shouldn't have come here!' The same thought over and over again; a never ending tornado going through the grey fields that are my brain.

'Oh, what a great metaphor for my headache, a fucking ass tornado.' I watched snow fall from the dreary sky onto the barren parching lot. The mall had been closed for an hour, and my ride still wasn't here.

'Oh, I'll pick you up at 8. Just meet me by the front entrance. Yea, that's the last time I'll listen to her.' As I made up my mind and walked towards the city bus stop, I replayed last night's news reports.

'Woman and child killed in car crash. Wonderful. Fifteen year old raped by some horny thirty year old. That's just awesome. Meteor crashes in Peru, causing strange illnesses. Why should I care? I don't live in South America.'

I was beginning to sound more boring than the news reporters. I switched to watching my breath create frost in the air.

'Only making myself feel colder than before. New idea. If only I could drive…I would drive my way out of this whore filled town. I'd become a famous photographer and make millions. Then I could buy my dream car. A Lancia Stratos. It would be heaven just to get a look at one of those.'

My wait was soon paid off as the bus stopped right in front of me. I quickly deposited my money and climbed into the back, where the least number of hobos were. 'I can't believe people ride on these. They smell like…oh right. Hobos.'

As most bus-riders do, I stared out the window, all of the speeding cars looking like ants racing past me. 'Well, I'm already bored. What's next? More fantasies? Sure, why not. I've got money and cars down, what next. I wouldn't mind some friends. That's one thing I should work on. First impressions.'

The bus lurched to a 'these-brakes-need-replacing-but-no-one-gives-a-shit' stop. My mind began to wander once again.

'I should probably call my mom. She'll be pissed if she finds me not waiting for her. I guess I had a right to leave. I could have been the next fifteen year old girl on the news. I can just see the headline. Fifteen year old was almost raped tonight until rapist saw she was uglier than a sewer rat. Oh yea, I don't have to worry about that.'

Four men stepped onto the bus, picking two rows relatively close to me. 'Rapists sitting two rows in front of me. Weird how this all works out.'

Two of them looked like they were in their mid thirties, while the other two looked about early twenties. I sat back farther into my seat, glaring out the window.

'I just want to get home in one piece. That's all I wish for.'