Being a survivor of something potential bad is perhaps the oddest feeling I have ever experienced. Not that I have written a character, specifically Joy Jelenisto from Step into Asgard,surviving a bad event that made the loss of lives it is just odd to be that person experiencing it. I babbled mostly to Jazz while he drove through the road.

"Did you know a fly cleans its wings about five times each time it lands and it must be cleaning its wings 50,000 times per day after landing on something?" I ask.

"No," Jazz said. "I did not."

"Also the 50th Doctor Who Anniversary special broke the simulcast record for being the most viewed and landed on Guinness World Record," I said. "Also, the most historically shameful event that happened before the airing was One Direction having a terrible connection and did not have a clue about Doctor Who."

"Oh," Jazz said. "I love that band! The five boys really have a taste in music."

I feel so giddy inside.

I must correct Jazz!

"Well..." I said, then fake a cough. "Four," I faked a cough again. "Actually."

"What?" Jazz asks.

"Zayn quit one direction," I said. "Can't blame him."

"Zayn quit One Direction?" Jazz said, in shock.

"Yeaah," I said. "A band with a fading fanbase!"

"No, that cannot be." Jazz said said, in denial.

"Well I mean the popularity of One Direction is slowly fading on Wattpad," I said. "And in the media."

"Since when did Zayn leave?" Jazz asks.

"Zayn left One Direction—in Illinois time—on a Thursday at eleven something in the morning," I said. "I view the boyband members as humans...but the talk about what happened in those terrifying fanfics makes me recoil. I don't like One Direction's music, period."

"...Have you at least given them a try?" Jazz asks.

"How could I when their faces were shoved on the screen every day?" I ask.

"There is such thing as tolerating." Jazz said.

I shook my head.

"Sadly," I said. "I tried and it didn't work.A lotta girls cried about Zayn's departure online. Fortunately no one at Rowva cried about it. Rowva stands for Rio, Onida, Wataga, Victoria and Altona." I tap on my fingers. "Though Williamsfield has joined for one of the sports things; so,it's gonna be The Cougars." I rub my fingers together hearing them squeak. "Well, it would be next school year," I paused incontinently. "If the world wasn't ending."

"It's not ending until I say so!"Jazz shouts, arrogantly.

Wow, I never expected Jazz to say something like that.

"I am a senior." I said, happily.

Jazz looks over to the review mirror.

"You're a child." Jazz said.

"I am, by far, not a child." I said. "Even though I look like one; looks can be deceiving."

"Huh," Jazz said. "How old are you?"

"18." I said.

"18?" Jazz repeats.

"Yep," I said, nodding. "Turning 19 on June 6th, 2015."

Jazz raises his left eyebrow up, curious probably, making a 'you're eighteen and you look like a child' kind of facial reaction.Most people have the same disbelief about my age and youthful appearance, but trust me I am one hundred percent human.

"That is specific."Jazz said.

"I was born at 3:00 PM." I said.

"...Very specific." Jazz said.

"Sure am!" I chirp, happily.

I held my laptop case in my arms, tightly, staring off at Jazz's holoform. I can tell that Jazz is curious as to how I am the only survivor being youthful looking in the Oak Run area. I don't know how I randomly appeared in the house after picturing it in my mind. Nothing is quite making sense at all.

Jazz turns his attention back to the road.

It is light out and the clouds are dreary looking; lingering figures in the distance seen by the review mirror. So it must be 7:39 AM, as the sky doesn't get that bright until it is close to 8:00 AM. At 6:51 AM it is slowly getting brighter on the way passing through Altona back to Victoria. I remember that because one time when the bus had gone five minutes out of Altona we hit a deer.

Fortunately the kids were only focused on going to school and didn't care about the dead buck.

Somehow my mind wondered off from Jazz's holoform to some crazy idea for 'A little more closer' that is a fanfiction for the new Robots in Disguise cartoon.My mind somehow jumped around in ideas for different stories of mine that are still in progress. The low bridging comforting highway sound made by the road and the wheels meeting each other creating friction that leads to sound.

The sea of cyberformatted land is endless and the contrary still living pieces of land made it so obvious what is happening. It is like someone left out a line that separates the cybertronian substance and the safe dry land full of trees, houses,and roads. Most of the fencing preventing farm life from escape is broken;at least the ones I can see during the brainstorming session.

I am a multitasker; I notice things when people think I am not.

I hear a engine, sounding like it is behind Jazz, make a deep scary roar.

My attention is yanked off the increasingly very progress brainstorming—that involved expanding the storyline and making up new scenes—then lift myself up and turn over towards the right at the back window. My grip on the laptop case loosens a lot. There is nobody in the fancy dancy silver sleek and shiny car that has a long curly scar on the engine hood.

"Uh, I may be mistaken," I said, sliding back over and face towards the driver's seat. "But we're being followed by a Decepticon."

"That is not possible." Jazz said.

I raise up my left eyebrow.

"Why?" I ask.

"The Decepticons are not aware of Earth." Jazz said.

If Autobots are aware of Earth, have visited this planted, then it must mean the Decepticons are aware too. Now why exactly did the Autobots come to Earth in the first place? Could it be that one of the Autobots picked up a transmission of the live action Transformers movies and decided to pay Michael Bay a visit?

Yes, I have read that 'Mr Bay, can we have a word please?' story .

At least the chapters dealing with Bay.

"Then how are you aware of this planet, Jazz?" I ask.

"That is a long story," Jazz said. "And Cybertron,unlike your take on our kind, is very much alive." Jazz takes a sharp right turn crashing through the guarding wall to the highway's bridge. "Hold on!"

"Wee!" I cheer, and scream. "THE AUTOBOTS PAID MR BAY A VISIT!"

"Mr who?" Jazz asks.

"Ah scrap metal," I complain. "That just turned my world upside down."

Jazz lands on the grass with a hard bump. I realize then that we were not on a highway but a bridge leading to Knoxville. Quite frankly I am very familiar to this part as the bus goes over the bridge every day—when Galesburg does have school and so does Knoxville—morning and afternoon. Jazz revved his engines then speeds off in the intact land that hadn't been cyberformatted yet.

"Explain how there's a Transformers Cinematic Universe confirmed with a couple spinoffs and Mr Bay has done the 'I am not doing another Transformers Movie' act." I said. "I want an explanation if Mr Bay is actually doing another movie. I mean there were some improvement in Age of Extinction with the humor and all. It actually focused on Transformers rather than the humans twenty four seven."

"I didn't catch a word you said." Jazz said.

There are times I hate being a speedy chatter and this is just one of those.

"WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE NAME FOR THE TRANSFORMERS CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHOULD BE!" I shout.

"I thought there was already one." Jazz said.

"The Bayverse is a largely unplanned cinematic series; The writer, Ehren Kruger, constantly plans to bring in Unicron," I said. "Kruger keeps not getting his way every single time."

Go figure for reading articles and stuff involving others opinions about the live action Transformers franchise. Many of these opinions boil down to; 1, Bay's fascination with hot chicks and inappropriate humor;2,Kruger is a huge fan of the 1986 Original Transformers Movie cartoon.

"Wait," Jazz said,taking random turns in the field. "Unplanned?"

"Yep!" I said, sliding to the right.

"Optimus so going to be unhappy about it." Jazz said.

"Oh, he hasn't seen Age of Extinction?" I ask.

Jazz looks up towards the review mirror.

"What is that?" Jazz asks.

"The fourth movie." I said.

"THERE'S FOUR MOVIES?" Jazz recoils in shock.

"Yeaaah," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "Ratchet dies in the 4th one."

"Optimus is not going to be happy." Jazz said.

The silver scarred car rammed into Jazz's bumper. Jazz is pushed forwards flying across the field. I swear the heart pounding fear is what the clueless unexpected protagonist of a film must feel when being chased by people they do not know. It is scary to be in this situation for real. Nothing compares to being chased by real life Decepticons to writing about a fictional character in the world of the Bayverse in that very situation.

You can't prepare yourself for a Decepticon car chase.

Suddenly the laptop case is yanked out my arms then thrown out right behind Jazz.

"Need to loose some luggage!" Jazz said.

I look over to see in my horror that the laptop case is sliced in half.

"Goodbye, old friend." I said, in horror. "I'll miss you."

"Talking to a inanimate object is not going to bring it back." Jazz said.

Jazz is noticeably lighter in the speeding.

Jazz went over a flat square platform belonging to a shed that made him fly over a house.I swear there is a girl sticking her head out of the window gawking right back at me while I am doing the Vulcan hand sign. Hopefully that really helps the girl get through this very surreal event. She has curly black hair being short with silver streaks going down to the sides. If that chick were painted in a picture, given armor, and then the background painted a dark shade of gray including a light illuminating her in a magnificent way would make it appear as though she is a warrior in epic proportions.

I wore a smile doing the Vulcan hand sign.

Then Jazz came to a landing in a empty horse field.

"Well," I said, looking back to Jazz glaring at him letting my smile turn into a frown. "I personify inanimate objects and animals in my storys; so yeah, it is kind of psychology good to bid farewell to inanimate object even for the mind."

"That's a load of scrap." Jazz said.

"Nah, not really." I said. "I actually feel better making demands for a laptop to hurry up and it does."

Jazz is driving faster and faster.

I look over towards the window right across.

Oh yeah that scarred car has gotten closer.

I grab my blankets and the backpack. I unzip my backpack then cram in all my blankets and zip back up. Not a girl like me should go without her handy dandy blankets of course! The purple backpack just became even more convenient without the black grip thing. I get the backpack on my back with the shoulder straps wrapped around my shoulders.

It's very logical if I didn't put my blankets into the purple backpack then they would be torn and lost forever because of this impending and most likely Decepticon against Autobot encounter.

The scarred car bumps against Jazz's side.

Jazz drifts off course heading straight towards a expensive looking house.I guess we're very far from the bridge. I never seen a house that remarkably bears resemblance to the White House only more different and just smaller for a family to live in.

"JAZZ!" I shout. "IMPENDING HOUSE COMING, HOUSE ALERT, HOUSE ALERT!"

Then Jazz crashes into the house with a hard tumble and house material breaking. It is like getting a strike on bowling balls except this sound effect is much more louder than the collapse of many vase shaped objects with a name I cannot remember.Somehow Jazz transforms and loses me in the chaos into the disaster ridden wreckage.

I didn't roll around.

Why?

Picture a turtle flipped over on it's shell.

Okay my backpack is full.

So I am sitting there with both legs sticking out straight to the air like sassy divas.