Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of its characters.
I decided to try writing this in a poetic format and found that I rather like it more than it would in a normal story format. It's about Mikaela's view of things and a little on who she was before meeting Sam. Hope that you enjoy reading this and please review.
Down Reputation Goes
Long have I desired it.
Long have I craved it.
It was every girl's dream.
Was it such a sin to want it?
Nothing defined my life
More than reputation.
With that finally in my grasp,
I thought I had it all.
An equally prominent boyfriend.
I saw my life as complete.
Nothing else could possibly make me
Any more content than I am right now.
But that's when he came along.
The geeky boy, Sam Witwicky.
Storming into my life.
Ruining what I carefully built up.
Knocking me over (literally).
He told me to get into the car.
I told him he was the strangest boy I've ever met.
Many strange things happened afterwards.
Such as Sam's old Camaro transforming into a robot,
A wild chase by a rogue police car,
Crazy miniature robots with the intent to kill.
Bumblebee, our savior, showed and explained
As falling stars came our way.
I unconsciously grabbed Sam's hand.
A geek and a beauty touching.
A moment in history.
Who would have thought my world would be turned upside down?
By "autonomous robotic organisms"
As the leader, Optimus Prime, had stated.
From hearing some "interesting" things from Sam's parents
To enduring trash from Agents Simmons
There were some things better left unsaid.
Sam discovered what was in
My so-called perfect life.
My father on parole.
My own record with the police.
He saw a frightened and fragile girl.
Hiding behind her pretty face.
On the way to Hoover Dam,
He was quiet, face unfathomable.
I wondered how he perceived me now.
Did he feel betrayed?
That he fell for a lie?
Instead, he demanded my record be wiped clean.
To be gone forever.
Trent wouldn't have done that for me.
My friends wouldn't have done that for me.
My father wouldn't have done that for me.
Yet Sam did.
Later, he told me he didn't care
Whether I had a record or not.
He wasn't bothered by it.
But he knew that I was.
So he gave me another chance.
Gratified, I wanted to thank him and apologize
For my earlier harsh words.
But I never got the chance.
We were hurried to leave
To get the Allspark away
From greedy Decepticon hands.
Everything became too rushed and blurred.
Buildings came crashing down.
Fire, smoke, ash all burning.
Someone shouted orders.
But I couldn't hear.
Deaf from the blast that occurred minutes ago.
Again, my hand unconsciously reached towards Sam's.
Two dirty, blistered hands held each other.
He could see I was scared.
He squeezed my hand tighter.
It was all right to be scared.
We can both be scared together.
A horrible screech of metal awoke us.
Bumblebee crawled, his legs missing.
Desperate to fight.
For his friends.
And for us.
Screams alerted us of a new menace.
Sam rushed past.
While I stood still.
Done were the days when I waited.
Waited and did nothing.
I spied a tow truck.
I knew what I had to do.
Fueled with the need to do something,
I broke into the truck, hot-wiring it
With some tricks my father taught me.
It wasn't much
But it can help Bumblebee.
The military captain Lennox reached Sam
Told him to get to the building
And get that cursed Cube away from the city
Before more innocents suffer.
Sam stutters, words all jumbled and panicked.
Lennox grabbed him
And brusquely tells him he's a soldier now.
He's no longer a child
Who needs to be watched over and coddled.
Swallowing, Sam nodded.
He would have gone by me without a word
If not for me calling him.
I looked into his eyes
Seeing fear mingling with determination.
There was so much I wanted to say.
All I could do was sum it all up.
" Sam, no matter what happens … I'm really glad I got in that car with you."
Don't die on me, part of me whispers.
His face shows but a mere shadow of a smile.
Then, he left.
Not looking back.
Heading into the battlefield.
To become a soldier.
Even as I was ushered to the tow truck
To get an injured Bumblebee out of the way
To my own safety
I never felt more helpless.
Everyone was risking their lives.
And what was I doing?
I stopped driving.
To the gun shots, roars and explosions.
My hands trembled.
I couldn't breathe.
I closed my eyes
Pressing my head to the wheel.
I looked back.
He nodded encouragingly.
Taking a deep breath,
I made my decision.
We entered the battle.
No knowledge or intellect was needed.
I drove like I was born to do.
I simply left the shooting to Bumblebee.
When it was all done,
I was winded and beat.
But I never felt more alive
Exhilaration still pumping through my veins.
However, where there is victory,
There is also loss.
We lost many comrades that day.
But we also gained many new ones too.
Even when I looked back a few days later,
It all seemed like a dream.
But the bruises and injuries reminded me
Of the battle
And the recovering city and its people.
Upon entry of the school, I was greeted by many flattering classmates
Which before, I saw as a blessing.
Now I see it as a simple occurrence.
I walked into the classroom
Passing by Trent and my friends.
Shrugging off Trent's groping hands,
I headed straight to Sam,
Who was explaining his lengthy absence to the teacher
And sneaked a kiss on his cheek.
But it doesn't matter.
Not to me anyways.
Sam blinks once, twice
And then, a wide, goofy smile appears.
A smile that is irresistibly irresistible.
I cannot help but smile back.
There may be scars.
Nightmares that seem to never end.
A wild fear that haunts.
But I am not alone.
No need to run and hide.
I wave goodbye to reputation.
To my old life.
Who needs it now?
When I have something much better?