Transformers Animated is for real!

Have a dream of a dead robot tell you "Don't change. Be who you are."and then, probably months later, after the show is canceled; try waking up in Transformers Animated. A show that captured the imaginations of many Transfans, united people at some times, and best of all; made a whole generation happy. One lucky Transfan happens to be that generation. Except she was woke up by a girly shriek


17. Oh cool techno-organics!

That is when Jasmine RoseGarth, and Alice Rosegarth, came into the scene whipping out their electrified machine guns and whips. Jasmine is a big girl. Jasmine's chestplating did not have a exposed spark chamber that instead is decorated in some unique designs reflecting off her battlemode style.How do I know that her name is Jasmine first of all? Well the girls sent Starscream blasting  away into the sky. Exactly Team Rocket style when Pikachu uses thunderbolt on their balloon.

That was yesterday.

"Team B?" I ask, sitting at the table. "That's what you call yourselves?"

Jasmine nods.

"Best name we could think of." Jasmine said, flipping the pancake.

"So you think Team Black is a great name." I said. "I think Team Badass fits you."

Jasmine laughs,shortly, shaking her head.

"No, that is not what we call ourselves." Jasmine said, sliding the pancake on to the plate. "We're Team Besties."

I had been staying with Professor Sumdac, up to the time The Autobots had left, previously.Now I am staying with the RoseGarth's.

"Did I hear someone say Bratz?" A perky, and yet childish voice, startled me.

I fell over landing on my back.

"Shanni!" Jasmine shouts. "I told you to stop scaring our visitors."

"Sorry, big sis'." Shanni said as I get up. "I heard you say Bratz."

Shanni is a young dark girl with big blue hair, she too had green eyes, she wore a gray shirt that has a wide light blue stripe,the gray shirt had sleeves rolled up ending at the elbow,she had blue jeans, and neat shoes.

"Woah." I said, turning towards Shanni. "Damn,black people make blue hair more cooler than white people! You're really cool."

Shanni looks at me strangely then turns her head towards Jasmine.

"Uh, is this a visitor?" Shanni asks.

"She's the missing girl." Jasmine said.

"I don't check my milk carton a  lot." Shanni said.

"I've been missing for forty-one years!" I cheer.  "I am from 3654 B Doland Street, Fort Campbell, Kentucky. I am from the year 2009."

Shanni's mouth fell open and she turned towards me.

"You time traveled?" Shanni asks, her mouth had regained control apparently.

"Well...sort of." I said, sitting down into the chair.

"What kind of 'sort of' do you mean?" Shanni asks, as Jasmine put a plate on the table that had a pancake in front of the chair I had fallen out of. "Do you mean some time traveler busted through the door, grabbed you out of bed, got a can of some beer, then poured numerous cans into the engine, and shut the car door, next flew off  into the sky where the car disappeared leaving behind only a trail of flames?"

I hugged Shanni.

"Glad to meet a fan of Doc Brown." I said, and ended the hug.

"Sis, she's seen Back to the Future!" Shanni said, acting excited.

"Almost every SciFi Fan  has seen it." Jasmine said, cooking another pancake. 

I sat at the table, and, Shanni beside me.

"Specify how you time traveled." Shanni said.

I cut the pancakes covered in syrup ever so terribly.

"I..honestly don't know how." I said,then turn my head towards Shanni. "Help."

"Geeze,your pancake cutting skills is horrible." Shanni said, bringing the plate to her spot. She then proceeds to cut it for me. "How can a missing time girl not know how she was misplaced in time?" Shanni raises up  her left raven black eyebrow. "If it is any consolation whatever embarrassing road you went; you're okay to tell us."

"That's just it." I said. "I don't know."

"Let me guess; you woke up in the presence of an alien robot and somehow went on a crazy adventure that brought you to Detroit." Jasmine said, putting a plate on the light brown counter. "I don't know about you, kid, but that sure is unusual."

"That's exactly what happened." I said.

"Pancake cutting is done."  Shanni said, sliding the plate back to me.

"Thank you." I said.

"Wow,the cliche still works." Jasmine said, flipping a pancake.

"Rest assured; being waken up by a girly shriek is not a cliche." I said, picking up a fork lain beside the plate.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...