“Ok, so? We’ve always lived in a world of robots. I don’t see the human race going anywhere, and time soon,” I told my brother, Cliff. He’s always blabbing on about how alien robots invaded earth, and how they plan to take over the world and kill the human species.
“I’m saying any car can be a robot, even your car,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes. “You do know there are two teams of robots. Autobots and Decpticons? Right? The Autobots are the good guys, and the Decpticons are the bad guys, and I don’t even have a car,” I stated.
John sighed, then popped back up then I said the names of the teams. “Wait, how did you know that? I didn’t even know that!” He exclaimed. I shrugged. “If you were one, Rain, which team would you be on?” He asked.
“Autobots, I guess” I replied. He smiled. My brown eyes flickered. “Or maybe DECPTICONS!” I added, attack tickling. “For a big brother, you sure are weak!” I exclaimed.
“Oh really?” he said. “I might not be able to hit certain girls, or I’d get in a heap load of trouble, but I sure can tickle them!” he added. He tickled me back. That sent a sharp pain in my ribs.
I got up. “Ok I give up,” I surrendered.
John smiled. “That’s the best you, a 16 year old stubborn bitch, can do?” he asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “Oh and I’m going out and taking your car,” I smirked.
“NO!” He immediately replied.
“What?” I said, knowing the answer, “You don’t have insurance?” I added. He nodded. “Ok, so you have a full time job in LA, you bought your family this beautiful house IN suburban LA, and you can’t afford insurance?” I asked. He nodded, texting his girlfriend. I saw a small symbol near the camera on his Iphone. “OH MY GOSH! DROP THAT PHONE!” I yelled. He dropped it quickly. I wrapped it in my sweat jacket and put it in an old metal lock-box.
“Umm… Why did you take my phone?” He asked.
“That, my dear brother,” I replied, pointing to the box, “Is a Decpticon.” There was banging in the box. “Dad told us to watch out for those, or me at least. You check your IM often?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Well dad sent you a message too probably to stay away from those. He told me that he was working with the Autobots.” I took my phone. “We need to take pictures and send them to dad. Help me?” I asked. He nodded. “Ok I want you to open the box. The code is 4549,” I grabbed a pair of “Pliers on steroids,” as I called them. John did the code. I grabbed the ‘bot From behind. It struggled to get out, shooting every possible thing. I ripped the arm with the blaster off. John quickly took a picture of it. I handed the pliers to John, and sent the picture to dad. I looked in the lock box and saw a brown, rugged, piece of something. I accidently dropped my house key in the box, near the piece. I closed the box. I grabbed the pliers and Put the Decpticon a different, bigger stronger box. My dad almost answered right away, but with a call instead of a text.
“Sweetie, I want you to take that Decpticons head off, NOW,” My dad ordered.
I saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally go to the base. “But dad, I don’t like killing things, bad or not,” I replied.
“Then have John do it,” he said.
“He doesn’t like killing things either,” I replied.
“Fine, then send it to the base,” he sounded irritated.
“But the box it too heavy and big to be sent that far, without paying a ton of money.”
He sighed. “Fine,” He said.
I smiled. “Ok, I’ll fly down there tomorrow. Bye daddy,” I replied, and hung up. “YES!” I yelled, doing a little happy dance.
After my happy dance, I walked out of the room. I took out my bike from the garage. “I’ll call you once I get to the mall, Mom!” I yelled. I sped off down the block. I met some friends two blocks down from my house. We talked a bit, and then all decided that we would go together to the mall.
“How’s your brother?” Chrissie asked.
“Oh his same old 18 year old annoying self,” I replied. Most of the girls in the group chuckled, that conforming my superstition of them having a crush on him. I rolled my eyes.
We got to the mall, I called my mom. She didn’t pick up. I called the house. It said the line was disconnected. I started getting worried. I saw the “Breaking News” on the TV’s on the display case. I pointed to a house. It was messed up, like it had been bombed. “T-th-that’s my house,” I stuttered. My friends started balling, obviously worried for John. The only problem was, I wasn’t crying, I just stood there. I studied the picture. I saw a jet speeding away, at a very low level in the sky. I called my dad. “Dad, I think I found one of the Decpticons on the top of your list. Channel 4. Turn it on, now,” I ordered, then shut my phone. The glass above us broke. I was able to duck under a table. I caught a glimpse of large feet that looked like robots feet. He picked up one of my friends. “Stupid fleshlings,” it said throwing her against a wall. I got out from under the table. “No one picks on my friends, human, or giant alien robot.”
“I’m saying any car can be a robot, even your car,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes. “You do know there are two teams of robots. Autobots and Decpticons? Right? The Autobots are the good guys, and the Decpticons are the bad guys, and I don’t even have a car,” I stated.
John sighed, then popped back up then I said the names of the teams. “Wait, how did you know that? I didn’t even know that!” He exclaimed. I shrugged. “If you were one, Rain, which team would you be on?” He asked.
“Autobots, I guess” I replied. He smiled. My brown eyes flickered. “Or maybe DECPTICONS!” I added, attack tickling. “For a big brother, you sure are weak!” I exclaimed.
“Oh really?” he said. “I might not be able to hit certain girls, or I’d get in a heap load of trouble, but I sure can tickle them!” he added. He tickled me back. That sent a sharp pain in my ribs.
I got up. “Ok I give up,” I surrendered.
John smiled. “That’s the best you, a 16 year old stubborn bitch, can do?” he asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “Oh and I’m going out and taking your car,” I smirked.
“NO!” He immediately replied.
“What?” I said, knowing the answer, “You don’t have insurance?” I added. He nodded. “Ok, so you have a full time job in LA, you bought your family this beautiful house IN suburban LA, and you can’t afford insurance?” I asked. He nodded, texting his girlfriend. I saw a small symbol near the camera on his Iphone. “OH MY GOSH! DROP THAT PHONE!” I yelled. He dropped it quickly. I wrapped it in my sweat jacket and put it in an old metal lock-box.
“Umm… Why did you take my phone?” He asked.
“That, my dear brother,” I replied, pointing to the box, “Is a Decpticon.” There was banging in the box. “Dad told us to watch out for those, or me at least. You check your IM often?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Well dad sent you a message too probably to stay away from those. He told me that he was working with the Autobots.” I took my phone. “We need to take pictures and send them to dad. Help me?” I asked. He nodded. “Ok I want you to open the box. The code is 4549,” I grabbed a pair of “Pliers on steroids,” as I called them. John did the code. I grabbed the ‘bot From behind. It struggled to get out, shooting every possible thing. I ripped the arm with the blaster off. John quickly took a picture of it. I handed the pliers to John, and sent the picture to dad. I looked in the lock box and saw a brown, rugged, piece of something. I accidently dropped my house key in the box, near the piece. I closed the box. I grabbed the pliers and Put the Decpticon a different, bigger stronger box. My dad almost answered right away, but with a call instead of a text.
“Sweetie, I want you to take that Decpticons head off, NOW,” My dad ordered.
I saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally go to the base. “But dad, I don’t like killing things, bad or not,” I replied.
“Then have John do it,” he said.
“He doesn’t like killing things either,” I replied.
“Fine, then send it to the base,” he sounded irritated.
“But the box it too heavy and big to be sent that far, without paying a ton of money.”
He sighed. “Fine,” He said.
I smiled. “Ok, I’ll fly down there tomorrow. Bye daddy,” I replied, and hung up. “YES!” I yelled, doing a little happy dance.
After my happy dance, I walked out of the room. I took out my bike from the garage. “I’ll call you once I get to the mall, Mom!” I yelled. I sped off down the block. I met some friends two blocks down from my house. We talked a bit, and then all decided that we would go together to the mall.
“How’s your brother?” Chrissie asked.
“Oh his same old 18 year old annoying self,” I replied. Most of the girls in the group chuckled, that conforming my superstition of them having a crush on him. I rolled my eyes.
We got to the mall, I called my mom. She didn’t pick up. I called the house. It said the line was disconnected. I started getting worried. I saw the “Breaking News” on the TV’s on the display case. I pointed to a house. It was messed up, like it had been bombed. “T-th-that’s my house,” I stuttered. My friends started balling, obviously worried for John. The only problem was, I wasn’t crying, I just stood there. I studied the picture. I saw a jet speeding away, at a very low level in the sky. I called my dad. “Dad, I think I found one of the Decpticons on the top of your list. Channel 4. Turn it on, now,” I ordered, then shut my phone. The glass above us broke. I was able to duck under a table. I caught a glimpse of large feet that looked like robots feet. He picked up one of my friends. “Stupid fleshlings,” it said throwing her against a wall. I got out from under the table. “No one picks on my friends, human, or giant alien robot.”