"Ready?" Dad asked. He tossed the car keys from one hand to the other as he leaned againist the door frame.

"Yeah, just a sec," I repiled. I laced up my boots, threw on a red hoodie and grabbed my back-pack, swinging it over my shoulder. I followed Dad downstairs. He tossed a piece of toast at me and I caught it.

I took a bite out of it as I followed him outside, flipping up my hood. Figures it would rain on the first day of school. We got in Dad's beat up, black BMW as fast as we could so we wouldn't get soaked, it was pouring.

In the car, Dad looked at me. "Your sister and mother would have a fit if they saw you." Then, he realized what he said. His face turned pale and the atmophere became awkward. Dad cleared his throat and put the keys in the ignition.

There was silence as the car lurched out of the drive-way, the only sounds were the wind shield wipers, the rain pounding on the car and the sound of the radio fading in and out. Staring out of the window, I couldn't help but think of Heather. My beautiful and popular older sister Heather, with her brown wavy hair, her perfect blue eyes and lovely smile. Now, I thought grimly as Jasper High came into view, I'd never see her again.

"She misses you, y'know," Dad said suddenly, breaking the eternal silence.

I finished off the toast, wiping the crumbs off my chin. I 'hmhm'-ed and stared out the window. Since when did it rain in Jasper? The only time it ever rained was when we started having those freak storms.

Dad cleared his throat. "She wishes she was home more," he continued, "it's just hard."

Sure she did. Mom freelanced; she got to decide what assignment she would take on and what ones she didn't, she could easily choose ones that didn't require her to leave for ten weeks. Mom worked for a travel magizene, she was always jetting off to some exotic location for a story she just had to chase.

"It's cool," I said. "I'm used to it, anyways. Besides, you're always home."

Dad pulled up to the front door, careful not hit anyone who was scrambling to get inside. Dad sighed and looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said, as if it was his fault and not hers. "Shes always trying to get more local assignments. By summer we should be seeing her a lot more."

Yeah, right. That was the same story I've heard since Mom started jetting away from us, from thinking of Heather. I knew that was the reason. Besides, there were plently of local assignments before, why wasn't there any now?

"Thanks for the ride! Good luck on the inking!" I shouted as I jumped out the car, slamming the door before he could reply.

He waved at me before driving away. I pushed the doors opened, getting out from the rain. I squeezed through the bodies of students to get to my locker. Different scents, voices and laughter fogged my mind, I hate crowds. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I made it to my locker.

My locker was upstairs at the end of the hall, smack in the middle of the Biology lab and a fountain. It was the one place where I could finally break through the crowds and take a breath, one that didn't conist of inhaling cheap male colone and an overdose of prefume.

I sighed and opened my locker. What did I have today, anyway? I was checking the shedule when I heard Her.

Her laugh seemed to rise above everyone elses, even the jocks. I knew Her laugh anywhere. I looked down the hall and I saw Her almost immeditaly. She was in the middle of the classic laugh-and-hair-flip routine, smiling her oh so perfect smile. She was walking with Siearra, and her blonde compainon, Flo. They were all giggling and whispering like freshmen, or worse, middle school girls.

The thought of middle school made my stomach turn over and twist. I tried to push the memories away but seeing them, giggling and whispering about God-knows-what, made me go back to middle school. The laughter, the 'accidental' toe stomping, the whispers of girls who constantly looked back at me before whispering again, having to hold my text book in my lap in fear it would be stolen. Spitballs, taunts scrawled on my locker, on the board, on my Facebook page, and it was all because of Her-Danielle Curtis.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and I was brought back to reality. That was the second bell, meaning I had five minutes to get my ass to class before I was offically late. I grabbed my stuff and headed to Math, glancing at the trio. They were still at it, only louder. Then, I hurried downstairs, getting lost in the crowd once again.

You know, sitting in the hallway eating lunch alone wasn't as bad as it sounded. I actually found it rather...peaceful. Besides, the cafeteria was just as loud and soffucating as the halls during rush hour.

Whatever cluster of students followed me from middle school to high school did their jobs well, everyone here knew all the rumours, all the taunts. It was almost like the all got together and wrote a manual for all of them. I didn't need a manual, I knew them all very well:

Aubrey, the boyfriend stealer.

Aubrey, the greedy friend.

Aubrey, the slut.

Aubrey, the crazy girl.

Aubrey, the loser.

In other words, I was Aubrey, the human target.

Of course, when I came here, I thought after three years, everyone would just get sick of me and move on. Well, I was wrong. It only lasted a half of my freshmen year, though. Thank, God. But high school was bigger than middle school, and new rumours had started. Stuff like I worked at the corner of Main Street, I was going through most of the football team, slept with the teachers...what was it with high school and sex? I don't know, I'll never understand. For the second part of my first year of high school, I got the cold shoulder. Nobody talked to me. For a few weeks, it was heaven, but I soon realized that no one was talking to me because I was yesterdays news. No one was talking to me because they were talking about me.

To this day, I still pretend it doesn't bother me when my locker nieghbour mumbles some excuse to leave when I say hi, like I had already changed and left in the girls locker room but I still there, just in the stall.

I took a big glup of water and nibbled at my garnola bar. Deciding I was done, I put everything in the trash, but to do so, I had to go into the cafeteria.

"Tickets to the first dance of the year!"

"What the hell is on this?!"

"...and she, like, totally ignnored me!"

"C'mon! Free ticket?"

Yeah, school spirit sucked at Jasper. I looked over at him and smiled. He ducked his head, pretending like he didn't see me. I sighed. It was better than him throwing paper airplanes at me.

I moved down the cafeteria, people started noticing my presence and whispered, looking and whispering. For one, strange second, I wished they were saying whatever it was to my face.

Finally, at the end of the cafeteria-why the only available garbage can was all the way at the other side I don't know-I saw them. They all sat at the same table, the people I was sure had made the school hate me.

Vince, a wise ass that doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Owns a nice car, though. I hear he street races. Currently dating Danielle.

Sierra, head cheerleader and student council secutary. Pretty, popular and supposedly 'sweet'. Mostly dates guys because of their rides.

Flo, Sierra's wannabe, also a cheerleader. Tresurer for student council and head editor for the school paper. Has a reputation for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.

Rodger, V.P., girls practically throw themselves at him, gets what he wants with the snap of his fingers. Mother passed two months ago.

David, Vince's 'best friend', even though most of the time they're stabbing each other in the back without the other noticing. Captain of the basketball team and all-around creep.

And last, but certainly not the least, Danielle, the biggest, bitchi-est, and cruelest baskstabber in the whole universe. Protrays to be sweet and kind to others but only when people that counted were around. Made sure my life was miserable everytime I walked into school.

They all were apart of my torment somehow. They were all backstabbing posuers, to everyone and each other.

I didn't know why they all sat at that table; there was a pillar in the middle of it that was probably holding up the entire school, you had to almost break your neck to see the person on the other side.

They were all chatting away when I apporached. It's okay, Aubrey, I kept telling myself, you're just throwing out your trash. They're not going to say anything. Would they? I sucked in a breath and found out.

Since the trash can was always by here, I had to make this daring move almost everyday. It was stressful, really. They never said anything to me, too absorbed in their own conversations to really notice me. Their conversations always went something like this:

Flo: "The Jasper High Paper needs more juice. I need some place to stick my nose into."

Sierra: "Student council affairs are confidential, but if you let me ride in your car I'll tell you." Insert slight raise of skirt here.

David: to Sierra "I'll let you ride in my Mustang, baby."

Sierra: fluttering eyelashes "Mustang you say? I don't care if you creep me out, that Mustang is hawt."

Danielle: "That's disgusting. Can't you see that Vince and I are the only ones in true luv?"

Vince: "That's right, babe. Lets prove it by sucking each other's tongues off."

Rodger: with that pained-but-brave smile "My Mom died. Doesn't mourning look good on me?"

Everyone else: "Poor Rodger!"

Flo: "But I already used that story."

Danielle: "I'm bored. Where's that tongue, baby?"

Well, at least thats what happens in my prespective.

Danielle's lunch consisted entirely of salvia du Vince, must be how she stays so skinny. Either that or she did her puking at home, unlike some girls at Jasper HIgh.

As I came closer to the trash can, a freshmen came up to the table. She had long braids and bubblegum lipstick. She went up to Rodger. "Rodger," she bowed her head as if she were addressing a God. "The machine gave me two bars by mistake, I thought, maybe...you would have one?"

Oh, Lord. Rodger smiled, but it didn't quite reach the edges of his lips. "Thanks," he said, taking the chocolate bar gingerly, "really."

The girl smiled brighter than the sun. She bobbed on her feet and scurried away.

"Pathetic," Sierra spat before returning to her lunch.

I'm sure Rodger was really torn up about his mom, really. No one needed to tell me how much losing someone sucked. It's just that he made it seemed like it was an excuse to get more attention than he already had.

I threw my garbage in the trash can, turned and started walking. I was pass them when I heard Her.

"Bitch."

Instictively, I turned my head. I looked back at Her, but she was already back to swapping spit with Vince.

So close. So close to pointing out her true self. Danielle had perfected the art of cleaning up whatever trash she had, making it seem like it never happened. I took every oppurtunity I had to point out her true ugly self, but whenever the time came, I was always too late.

I walked away, feeling more like a loser then I already was.

Well, I wanted to take a crack at a Transformers: Prime story. So...ta-da~! :D

For the characters, most of the OCs I've mentioned won't have a huge involvment in the story, and probably only mentioned in passing. Aubrey, and Danielle will be the main OCs. ;)

The stuff about the characters that are already in the show are just stuff I made up, most of it true though. Like Sierra being head cheerleader. (Thank you, Google!) But I couldn't find the name of Sierra's blonde compainon, so I just made up a name and some background for her :D (Flo).

No 'bots for this chapter, but things will pick up! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Transformers', it belongs to 'Hasbro'.

Thanks for reading~! Please review~! :D