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16. BloodTears ran down his face, unsure of what to do. He wrapped his arms around himself, feeling guilt and remorse flood and crash around him. He shuttered his red optics.
"Discolored," he would say, "They're meant to be blue."
It seemed that it was an honest statement. He was too nice, to skittish, too moral, too kind to be a Decepticon. It seemed that he was wrongly destined to be a seeker, that he wasn't meant to be one of the clones.
Sure, he was a puzzle piece of Starscream's personality, but how? It seemed that Starscream never acted scared or afraid Ramjet and Thundercracker yeah, they made sense. Even Slipstream at times. But how did he fit in?
All Skywarp wanted was to be on the good side. He wanted nothing more than to be an Autobot. But he was destroyed, torn inside.
Even though his desire was to be fighting for good, it broke his spark to think of the pain he would bring to his comrades, not to mention the ones that were a part of him.
But he was tired of
4. CatsSam stared at the fluffy white animal sitting on his windowsill.
"Dad, this isn't gonna work,"
"I know, son."
"It'll work fine!" The shrill voice of Judy Witwicky flew into the room as she began to protest.
"Mom! Listen. We have two dogs. Dogs, cats..." Sam stared at the cat. "They don't get along too well! It's a part of nature..."
Judy threw up her arms yelling and squealing something about how'd they be fine and blah, blah, blah...
Ron followed close behind her as they both left the room. Sam glared at the cat and picked it up as it meowed loudly, and Sam proceeded downstairs, making sure his mom didn't see him carrying the cat and taking it out of the house.
Sam made his way to the garage and began rummaging through all of the various items and junk that was stored there, the cat tucked under his arm. He was trying to find that dog carrier that mom bought for Frankie when he first joined the family...
Sam spun around, slightly startled, only to see a blonde boy, not much
91. JealousyHey, Jealousy,
seems like you keep winning me.
I want him all to myself,
but he also wants someone else.
look what you're doing to me.
I hate the way they act when I'm around,
I end up just looking down to the ground.
when I see him with her,
all I seem do is feel sad,
and my optics start to blur.
now I feel really sad.
I shouldn't be feeling this way,
I shouldn't be at all mad.
there's something you should see.
I shouldn't feel mad or sad.
There's something that she'll never have.
you might have a hold on me.
But no matter who he sees,
I love him, and he loves me.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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