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Thanks for the reviews. Were all of you so excited to get your first? So, I plan to make this one at least a few chapters. As promised, I will thank the first few people to review. Clifjumpersfangirl, Iniysa, and Peya Luna. Special thanks to Peya Luna for being first to review. I now accept flames, they make me laugh.

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers, and I don't want to. If I did, it wouldn't be half as good as it is now.

"Yes!" I ran out to my dad, waving the graded assignment in the air. I ignored the door and jumped in the passenger seat.

"You got an 'A'?" He asked.

"Yeah, '-A', but it's still an 'A'." I waved the paper as I buckled up.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." I held it still, "OK."

"Alright?"

"Alright. You can get a car." I whooped as he pulled away from the school. Dad said as soon as I got $2,000 and three 'A's', he would buy me a car. This was my third 'A' and the money had been no problem with all the junk I had to sell on E-bay.

"I got a little surprise for you." he spoke for the first time, turning into an expensive car-lot. Porsche, as it turned out.

"Dad, no. There's no way you would buy me one of those. Nice try." He looked at me and frowned before facing the road once more.

"No, I wouldn't. You're no fun, ya know that?" I laughed, drooling on the cars as we passed.

"I just know you're cheap." He chuckled and shook his head.

"That's right. Why buy you a Porch for your first car? You're just going to wreck it."

"You don't know that, the pole could jump in front of it. It happens allot." I said seriously. He smiled and shook his head. We sat in silence all the way to the used dealership down the road. I took in the old models cautiously, there's probably nothing here passed 1995. I got out examining the pitiful cars as my dad walked up to the dealer. Rusty, rusty, rusty, dent, rusty, oh! There's a shiny Volkswagen over there.

I walked up to it, its missing a wheel. Figures. I did one more sweep of the lot; my eyes fell on a yellow Camaro. I hadn't noticed that one before, and it wasn't half bad. It had racing stripes. I walked up to it, planning to make sure it wasn't missing anything important when it hit me. The energy level of the thing, something I've never felt before. It seemed to be generating its own energy, then flowing throughout it. As I neared, I felt the unique energy grow stronger in one spot, and there seemed to be an aura about that spot. Like the aura I felt from people's hearts, whether it's tainted with murder or crime, or completely innocent. This one was tainted by murder, yet was clean. Clean of evil and had all good intentions.

Was this car alive?

I stopped next to the driver's side door, should I go in? If this car as alive, and my gift wasn't malfunctioning, that meant it, or he, has killed before. I tested the aura again, it was innocent, yet it has killed. How is that possible? I gasped slightly when I realized this car, or whatever it was, was young. Real young. I could tell it, he, has lived many of my life times, but was young. In terms of where ever it, he, has come from, he would be about my age.

A teenage worrier? He must have fought in some battle and was on the good side, killing evil doesn't seem to take away your innocence, innocence being you have done nothing wrong, and it would have been for good intentions. I decided to get in.

I examined the interior and my eyes caught a symbol on the wheel. It was half covered by dust, so I wiped it off. It was a face, yet still a symbol. Obviously not human made, this car, whatever he was, and I planned to find out, was an alien.

What would an alien be doing in a car lot? When I didn't notice it before, it probably wasn't there. He had to have driven up while I wasn't watching. I could only think of one reason, me. What did he want from me? Well, I guess I found my car.

I jumped at the noise of someone rasping on the window. I lowered it and my dad spoke.

"You like this one?" I nodded.

"How much?" I asked the dealer behind my dad. He seemed to examine the car, obviously never seen it before.

"I'd say, 5 thousand." he nodded. The aura around his heart told me he was greedy. And my dad was cheap. I sighed.

"Sorry, not paying over 4. Come on Sam, out of the car." I glared at the dealer, but what could I do? I got out and stood next to the car. "There's a nice Volkswagen over there." He pointed toward the one I looked at earlier.

"It's missing a wheel. Dad, I'll pay you back." I begged.

"Sorry Sam. There are more cars. That Fiesta with racing stripes over there." I ignored his hand and debated on how to lower the price. Suddenly there was a high pitched sound coming from apparently nowhere, but I could tell it came from the Camaro.

We all ducked as all the windows to all the cars except the Camaro's shattered. I stood up first, that car was definitely alive, and obviously wanted me for something. I turned to see the dealer standing there in shock, he turned to my dad and said, "4,000" I smiled, I liked this car's style.

That night, I was woken up by an engine starting. My first thought was, 'my new car, someone's stealing it.' But then I remembered it was alive, so I decided calling the police was a bad idea. I quickly put on some cloths and ran out; deciding using my gift would be alright for this.

Within moments, I was sailing through the darkness, so I wouldn't be spotted following the car. I loved doing this; flying made me feel so carefree. It didn't matter here if I was different, or that I now owned an alien car. It was just me, cutting through the air. I was brought back down to earth, not literary, when the car turned into a junk yard. Why is he going in here?

I followed and made a perch behind one car. I watched as parts moved, folded, and unfolded as a humanoid robot stood up where the car once sat. I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. I was in shock; this was that young soul who must have fought in some war. He turned my way as if sensing me there. I ducked down, finally regaining control of my body. I was sure he seen me, but he turned to the sky as if he hadn't. I looked up just as a light generated from the robot. It projected the same symbol I found on the wheel into the clouds. I sensed a small bit of energy, different from the energy flowing through him, project itself into space. I had a feeling it was a message.

I decided this was enough for today. I may be different and know more about some stuff than any other human, am I even considered human? But I was still freaked out by this. I wrapped myself in the clear white force field once more and went back the way I came. I tried to keep my mind blank from what I had just witnessed, but it kept creeping into my mind. I finally gave in when I was safe and in my bed.

I knew something was coming, that robot told me that. He seemed desperate to get to me, and now he is calling others here, I'm guessing. The best guess I had was war. The young robot's aura told me that, I just needed to come to grips with it. All I wanted was a normal life, hiding my gift. And now these aliens are coming. I don't know what's going to happen, all I know is this will change everything for me. Any normal kid would be traumatized by what they just seen, I only found myself worried. Worried for what was happening, and concerned on if this meant I would have to defend Earth. Isn't that what usually happened when the abnormal guy meets aliens?

All I can do now is wait, and hope nothing real bad will happen. With that thought, I fell asleep and brace myself for the day to come.

Hope you liked it. I was worried it wouldn't be anything like my last, I seem to write better in the middle of things and rarely start at the beginning. You could say I write backwards. And I like to monologue. Sorry if I had a bunch of mishaps, but I'm trying to work on them. Next chapter will be up either later today, or early tomorrow, I literary never leave the computer or this site. R&R- =.)