It's time to take things further. Friends and band mates are there to help when things get stressful and a bad past comes back to Meg at a special time.
Amelia Moore is Raf's babysitter since she was thirteen and has known Raf for three years. She is known to be cold and angry at everyone at Memorial High School but since she was babysitting Raf, he got to know the real Amelia behind her angry facade. On the very same day Amelia met the autobots her mother was kidnapped! Will Amelia find her mother with her new found friends and let people into her walled off heart? Or will Amelia be able to save her mother on her own? I do not own Transformers Prime they belong to their rightful owners. But I do own my character Amelia Moore and my oc's in the story. There will be major or minor plot changes in the story.
"Dude, you really think I'm gonna let you go?"A simple mistake made by an unknown mechanic and that's how Lea got stuck in an elevator with Billie Eilish, one of the most famous pop artist of her generation. Far away from the spotlight and the crowd for a few hours, it's more than enough time to get to know each other...*I do not mean to disrespect or offend anyone, this is only for the purpose of imagination and creativity*
Credits to the original owner of the picture.Sorry for the low quality, my computers being a bitch right now.I also don't know much about non-binary stuff so if I mess something up let me know so I can change it and not offend anyone.So um yuh ~Info-Chan~ will say the stuff about the story thing
Imagine a world where your mind is not your own. People around you brainwash you telling you what to do and when. You have control of what you do, but you don't. You think you have freedom, but that vanished long ago. I'm Kaiden Pechman and I have faced more than anyone could know. I was consumed by the government run organization where children are taken in and trained until the age of twenty-one. I was the most successful student ever seen. To them that was good. It was an opportunity. But to me it was a loss. Not of a life, but of an identity. My identity had already been stripped of me. My passed was forced to be forgotten. But most importantly my knowledge of right and wrong was gone... Was there any way to save me? Would it even be worth it? The blood on my hands is a small thing compared to all the evil I have done.Story contains violence and evil humans.
As a human, it is obvious that we construct our own opinions. Different or the same, shallow or in depth, regarded as either bullshit, good or bad. They are a reflection of our thoughts, our beliefs and our views and perspectives on various topics.So what are mine? Well, if you're interested: Here are my thoughts on topics I am invested in.