Out of the Dark → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The sun shone brightly in the afternoon sky. It was a pretty normal day at home for me and my family. My dad was home, which was something we were all incredibly happy about. We were doing what all normal families did when it was nice out, especially in North Carolina; we were having a nice little cookout and just spending time together before my dad had to go back to Washington state. We all enjoyed spending time together, especially when my dad actually managed to make it back home.

At the moment my twin brother, Brandon, and I were in the middle of a very intense game of badminton. I honestly had no clue why we even played this game considering the fact that the both of us absolutely hated it. We both despised playing it in gym at school--when he was actually enrolled in public school--but when it came to playing against each other something just sparked. I had the intense urge to beat him just as he had the intense urge to beat me. Let's just say that playing this game against each other was nothing short of dangerous.

"Ow, you asswipe!" I yelled at my brother. He just nailed me in the forehead with the birdy, and one will never know just how incredibly painful it is until they experience it themselves.

"Watch your mouth, Brenna!" my mom called from the pool. She and my little sister were having a bit of fun in the water. It was absolutely ridiculous just how much baby Bella enjoyed the water. Normally babies her age hated being in the water, but I couldn't exactly question her about it. I mean, she was two for crying out loud.

"Sorry! Brandon just hit me in the forehead with the stupid birdy!" I exclaimed as I swung my racket backwards, hitting the birdy as hard as I possibly could. The small object whistled through the air, and Brandon attempted to hit it, but wasn't given the chance before it struck him in his brow bone. He hissed in pain while I just laughed at his misfortune. This was exactly why we didn't--and why we shouldn't--play this game.

"Nice one, sis," I heard my dad say from the grill. He was laughing, and that was something he normally did when I physically--yet playfully--assaulted my twin brother. He just got a kick out of watching his oldest daughter beat up his oldest son, and so did I.

"Thanks, pal."

"You're gonna get it, Brenna," Brandon grumbled from the other side of the net.

I laughed. "Oh, I'm so scared."

He threw his racket down and ran after me, something of which I responded quickly to. I threw my racket down as well and ran to the other side of the net. Brandon stopped on the side I had previously been standing at and glared at me. I just smirked and made a teasing face.

"Come and get me, hotshot!" I exclaimed as I began running.

It wasn't long before karma caught up to me. As I was running I managed to trip over one of the poles holding up the net. I fell to the ground, and before I knew it I was being lifted. I knew without a doubt that it was Brandon. This was the one thing that I hated about being the female twin. Brandon was a lot stronger than me, so he could lift me whenever he so pleased to do so, where as I could barely remove the soles of his feet from the ground. This was his advantage.

"Put me down, you twat bag!" I yelled to my brother.

He only laughed and continued walking. "Sorry, sweetheart."

"Dad!" I called, attempting to get some help.

"Sorry. I don't communicate with useless beings," he chuckled. What a jerk. He was only saying that because I was now losing.