Disclaimer! I do not own anything of Transformers. Transformers belong to Hasbro and their rightful owners. All I own is my orignial characters. Rated M, due too language because there will be some swearing, cartoon violence, and the fact i am just paranoid. Please be nice since this is my first Transformers Prime Story.

The new girl's POV:

Hi my name is Draco Ariel Waters, I'm a seventeen year old, a white caucasian, human female, who is five foot ten in height, with a very slender angelic looking form, I had natural born razor sharp vampire like fangs in my mouth, I also had natural long razor sharp claw like fingernails that a demon would have, and yes my name, really is Draco. Even though my name is normally a boy's name, and yeah i know my name means Dragon or it's translated as Dragon.

Anyways my hair is naturally, spikey, black in color with natural bright crimson red highlights. My hair style is in the similiar style as Zexion's from the kingdom hearts videogame series, only spikier and slightly longer. My eye color is a natural ruby red color. How or why no idea, just how i was born i guess. Anyways I'm a tomboy, meaning i don't wear dresses or skirts. Absoultly hate wearing them unless I have too. I supposingly have a strange looking mark on my back that looks like a dragon.

I always wear dark colors, and no i'm not a goth. Though I could easilly pass for a goth. I have been mistaken more then once for a boy, because of my name, personality, and my fighting skills. I have a habbit of getting into fights, true I wont start a fight, but i will finish one any way possible. My father taught me to never start a fight but too finish one. Dad also taught me millitary combat moves, I have taken martial arts since I was little, besides picking up a few moves here and there over the years. I'm basically not someone you want too piss off or get into a fight with.

Anyways I was wearing a black leather jacket, over a black sleeveless shirt, black jeans, and black boots. My leather jacket had silver flames on it that took the form of of a dragon on the back of it, the jacket it self was long and reached down too my ankles like a trench coat. I had silver dragon shaped earrings on and around my neck was a silver chain that held my father's millitary tags and a silver cresent moon pendent with a dragon wrapped around it.

Anyways I'm your normal, average, teenage high school, american, tomboy with family issues. You see my father died a few weeks ago, he had a sudden heart attack, and he died in front of me as I tried too help him, as I stayed on the phone with 911 until help arrived. However he was dead, before the paramedics arrived to save his life, he died right beside me. They tried too bring him back...but it was too late. He had alot of health issues, I knew I would one day loose my father, but I never exspected it too be this soon, and now I can't help but feel like it's all my fault he died, since i was right there powerless to do anything too save him despite my best efforts.

I lived with my father since my parents were devorced, and the fact my relationship with my mother was not good at all. I hadn't spoken to her in over a year or two let alone seen her. Grandma is an emotional wreck right now, since she had just lost a son, gained full custody of me, and to make matters worse when i was about four, her husband, my grandpa died from liver failure. We also just moved too Jasper Navada. Not my idea of fun, considering I grew up mostly in New York City, i'm a city girl. My mother lived somewhere in Canada or Vermont I think. It's been awhile since i last seen or talked to her.

Anyways so today is my first day at my new high school. So far I am not impressed. I walk towards the school with my black messenger bag slung over my shoulder. My cellphone is in my jeans pocket along with my house keys and wallet. Students look at me in confusion, curiousity, and surprise i think. I can hear them whispearing in the halls about me. I don't care what they say or think of me. I'm too busy lost in my own thoughts about what happened to my father, and now I was paranoid as well as worried about my grandmother. Hell, I don't even think my mother even knows my dad, her ex-husband is dead. I let out a fustrated sigh and head too my first class. Trying to focus on the present and not focus on the past.

The questions of what if i could have done this or that, keep haunting me. Those thoughts would most likely haunt me forever, along with my broken heart. Did I mension how I hate math? No? Well I do, it is so boring, since i already know this stuff all ready. I sit beside a sixteen year old boy with messy black hair. Out of the corner of my eye I catch his name on the the corner of his school work, Jackson Darby. He's struggling with his math homework, and we were allowed too pair up to work together. I decided to do something nice, and help him out. I might as well try to make some new friends. "Need help?" I asked him.

He jumps at the sudden question, and looks at me. He appears surprised by my offer to help him. "Uh yeah...I could use some help...I'm Jack Darby." He said holding out his hand towards me.

"Draco Waters, the new student." I said shaking his hand. He gives me a weird look, and I sigh in annoyance. I should be use to this. "Yeah i'm a girl, with a name usually picked out for a boy. Got a problem with that?" I narrowed my eyes a bit at him. I could be pretty intimidating at times.

"What?! No...Sorry, it's just surprising, that's all. Really." Jack said looking panic striken that he upset me. He didn't, but I do get annoyed at how people often think i'm a boy because of my name.

"Relax, Jack...It's fine, I get that question a lot, besides the fact that I often get mistaken for a boy alot as well. It gets annoying as well as being fustrating. Anyways if you want, I can help you with your math homework." I said simply with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Uh sure, and thanks Draco." Jack said with a smile.

"No problem." I said as I moved my desk closer to his as we started working together on our homework. Somehow Jack and I became friends, I'm guessing. Not really sure if we are friends just yet, but hey having someone to talk to is nice. Turned out while were working on the homework together. We started chatting about other stuff, getting to know one another better, and compairing our school scheduals. I advoided family questions. Thankfully Jack never noticed or if he did he said nothing about it.

Turns out that I had the same classes as Jack, minus two classes, Art and Chorus class. Not that big of a deal, considering it made things alot easier for me, considering the fact, that I was not use too my new school, and Jack even showed me where the Art class room and where the Chorus classroom was at. At lunch Jack introduced me too his two friends Miko and Raf.

Miko started firing questions at me so fast, it was hard too tell what the heck she was saying. Yet, I somehow managed too answer Miko's questions fully. 1. yes I can play guitar, piano, drums, and I can even sing. 2. yes, My eyes are naturally red and yes this is my natural hair color no, hair dyes. 3. Yes I'm girl despite my name. 4. I prefer the bands called DragonForce and Nightwish over Smash Monkey. And lastly My favorite color is red. This girl is hyper in my opion, and memo to self keep her far away from sugar and caffine.

Raf however was more interested in my Laptop, when i took it out of my messenger bag to work on some homework, while i ate my lunch. We mostly talked about computers though. I got my computer skills from my father, since he was a retired NAVY Electronics Technician as an E6. All i can ay about Raf, is that he is a genius on a scary advance level. He might be young but he's very intelligent.

Jack, and I had talked durring our classes when we could about motorcycles and cars. I knew a little bit about them, from what my father had taught me and what i had researched off the internet. I guess the school day, wasn't so terribly bad, since i think I made three new friends. However I haven't been able to smile or laugh truely because my father died. That has basically robbed me of my happiness.

After school I walked with Jack to where his motorcycle was located at. When I noticed Jack's motorcycle, I was very impressed with it. However i was not familiar with the make or model though. The face like symbol on the bike looked strangely familiar too me somehow. However i can't remember, where I seen that symbol before though but i have before, more then once. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as Miko, and Raf's voices catch my attention.

"See ya tomorrow Draco!" Raf and Miko said before they dissappeared inside a green Hummer and yelow/black custom made sports car.

"Latter." I said as I waved bye too them, just before the vechicles leave. Soon it was just Jack, and Me standing there. Jack looked at me with a serious but curious look. I know that look only too well. He noticed that I don't seem to smile or laugh. He's going to question me about it, I just know it.

"I noticed you don't seem to smile or laugh. Why is that?" Jack asked me. Yep I knew it. I sighed as I looked at him not really sure what else to say.

"I wish i could, but I just can't bring myself to smile or laugh. It's a long story...to sum it all up, I have some personal issues, that I rather not talk about right now. Anyways nice bike Jack." I said with a smile.

"Thanks...listen if ya like i can give ya a lift sometime, Draco. I mean I know you're new here, and well I could show around...sometime." Jack offered.

"Thanks Jack...but for right now, i'll just walk...My grandma is waiting for me. I'll keep the offer in mind though, Maybe latter...anyways see ya tomorrow Jack." I said as I walked away and headed home. I kept thinking about that face like symbol. I know for a fact i have seen that symbol before. Question was where have I seen that symbol before? I arrive home and my grandma is inside making dinner. She turns too look at me with a kind smile. She knows my father's death was weighing heavy on my heart on my shoulders.

"Welcome home, Squeaker." Grandma says in a soft voice. She used my father's pet name for me. When i was a baby i supposingly squeaked alot instead of crying. So dad use too call me Squeaker. The memories almost bring tears to my eyes, but I force myself not too. I refuse too cry, I have done too much of that lately.

"Hi grandma. what's for dinner?" I asked with a forced smile. Grandma's smile slowly dissappears when she sees my forced smile.

"Chicken stew." Grandma said. "Draco, what happened...wasn't your fault...You need too stop feeling this guilt...for your father's sake...if not for me...You did everything you could...no one is prepared for these types of things. Stop trying to bottle up your emotions its not healthy. Anyways Dinner first...homework right after that...then you can do what you wish until bed." I let my fake smile fall. I just nod to what my grandma just said. I let my mind replay the haunting memory of my father's death, that refuses too stop playing in my head. His eyes held fear in them, that much i remember before he lost conciousness and slipped away.

To be continued...