Transformers Prime: A New Adventure (Under Editing)

Chapter One: A New Neighbor

Through the parting of dusky clouds, the light of the setting sun shone in fiery rays of gold and the rising moon shone in gentle rays of silver. All of the animals were huddled in their nests and dens. The only creatures that dared be out were some birds that sang in the sky, and a few lizards, searching for food on the forest floor.
But at the outskirts of the town, a light golden house outlined in white with a chimney and a fenced yard behind the house at the town's edge. The house is neighbored by a neighborhood of other houses. But in one of the windows, a figure of a girl could be seen writing in a book on her desk from her chair.
"Dear Diary,
It's been a while since I've spoke to you after the big move. Sorry I couldn't write you sooner. It took longer than expected because the movers didn't arrive with some of our things until just this morning — including my laundry. I've spent most of the weekend smelling like I sat in a hot car for two whole days. Which I did, by the way. Be grateful you weren't stuck in there with me.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Grandma and I made it alright a few days ago, and have finally settled in today. The roads we took to get here were a little bumpy, but on the bright side, there was little to no traffic. In fact, I'd say there was little to no life on our way to our new home. Let me tell you, I thought our former neighbors were just joking when they said that we would be moving to a desert wasteland. By the time we crossed the Nevada border, the grass seemed to have disappeared, turning into sand, rocks, and cacti spread all over the place.
The mesas were definitely a cool sight, though. Some were a lot bigger than the cliff sides on the east shores. You'd have loved to scale them before trying to take home a lizard for a pet. Of course, knowing you, you'd have gone straight for a rattlesnake. I've got to check out the plant life here sometime soon — see how they're able to withstand the climate. The rocks, too.
We settled into our new home pretty well. It's a simple one-story house in the suburbs. I get a bigger room for myself, though. And a backyard mate! A backyard! That's an awesome change from the tiny apartment we've been staying in.
Jasper itself is a... quaint little town. It doesn't seem like much, but who knows? Maybe it will surprise me after some time—"
"Nova?" She looked over her shoulder to see a middle-aged woman who opened the door behind her. The woman has ponytailed white hair with a tinge of light blonde and twinkling bright blue eyes. The woman was wearing a green blouse decorated with beads and white tennis shoes. "What are you doing sweetie?"
Nova Winger snapped out of her train of thought, the ink pen in her right hand half an inch from the near-fully written page of the paper. She blinked a couple of times, as if trying to get some sleep out of her eyes — though the demanding voice of her grandmother was more than enough to jolt anyone awake. She sat up straight in her desk chair. She glanced across the room and spotted the shadow of her grandmother, Mary Winger, from under the crack of her door, waiting for her answer.
Rubbing her blue eyes tiredly, she replied quietly, "Yeah. Sorry, Grandma. I'm just getting ready for bed."
From the other side of the door, her grandmother said with a hint of amusement. "You'll better. You start school tomorrow, you know."
"I know," said Nova. "And I will. Soon."
Her Grandma smiled at her granddaughter with gentle warmth before she walked out of the room. With that, her grandmother's shadow disappeared from the light on the other side, followed by the light itself being replaced with darkness. Nova heard the older woman move down the hallway until she heard another door open and then close, bringing back the silence.
Nova released a small sigh when she knew for certain she was alone, secretly thankful that her grandmother didn't walk in on her writing; she didn't want to have to receive that look again. Then she turned back to face her desk. A single lamp was the only source of light in her vicinity, but that was all she needed at the moment. She thought she could manage to do her intended task once they had finally — officially — moved in earlier that day, but unfortunately, it took longer than she expected. Now she was doing it at nearly nine at night.
Her grandmother was right, though. Tomorrow started her first week at Memorial High School. She didn't want to make a bad first impression by sleeping in class. I guess I should wrap this up, then. She brushed a stray lock of her wavy blonde hair out of her freckled face, putting all her focus back to her message. Now, where was she? Oh, yes.
"The other day, Grandma and I met with the administers office at the new school I'm going to. It pretty much went down the same way it did at the last school I attended when I started there: Questions regarding my current physical capabilities, the supplies I usually carry with me, how I'll go to classes, etc. They even offered their consoles about the freak accident that happened a few months ago.
Well, actually? With this town's population... probably not. I guess I shouldn't be easily offended. I mean, they're just making sure I do okay. Right?
That's just as well, then. I can't really judge how the rest of the school reacts now — if they ever do, seeing as how it's barely noticeable with the right amount of clothes layers. But whatever will happen will happen. I mean, it's not going to be like the last time — I hope. At least, that's what Grandma was saying. Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it by the end of the week."
Nova glanced up and hummed lowly, carefully thinking over what to write next, before returning her gaze to the gradually growing letter.
"I know a lot of kids feel sad and depressed when they move away to a new town, in a new state. But to tell you the truth, although I am nervous about how it's going to go, there's also a small part of me that's... kind of excited?
Living in a small town, with an even smaller crime rate and nothing but desert beyond the town as far as the eye can see, can be good for me. After everything that's happened, I think it'll be nice to stay somewhere a bit more low-key. Don't you think so? I just hope that everything goes well for me— not only in school, but in this new town in general. I really want to turn things around this time. The past few years haven't exactly been a picnic. The only person I ever even bothered to talk to was...well, you. That's why I was never really against moving here. I'm kind of hoping to change that.
I hope you understand, too. Please don't think that I left you behind. Grandma was starting to worry about me, even if she doesn't say it. She just wanted us to get away — not from you, just... everything else, but hopefully not forever.
I hope to hear from you soon. Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone.
Sincerely, Nova."
Nova exhaled deeply, setting her pen down next to her notebook, which she shut with her free hand. Then, she spun her desk chair around, facing her new bedroom. She'd already gotten all her possessions set up where they were to her liking, for the most part. Her twin-sized bed took up a part of the other side, close to the window. The bookshelf covered most of the wall next to her desk and dresser, and was haphazardly cluttered with various volumes, textbooks, and mementos she'd collected over the years.
Then, with practiced movements, Nova pushed herself away from her desk until she rolled to a stop by the window, where she had placed her telescope placed to the side, out of the way for now. She gazed out thoughtfully into the lone, dimly lit street. It was so quiet here, and everything felt still. That might take some getting used to.
She turned her chair away from the window, maneuvered herself toward the bed, and crawled underneath the covers, taking time to settle and make herself comfortable. As she lay there and quietly hummed to herself, slowly drifting off, she hoped that school would go well, and that things would work out for her in her new home like she'd planned, with no incidents whatsoever.
Even then, she just knew, deep down, that she was hoping for too much.