Author's Note: Hey everyone! Like I put in my profile- read it for more info- my story 'New Developments' is currently on hiatus. Sorry! But, anyways here is this one. And- if I can figure out for sure how to post more than one chapter- updates will be really fast for the first several chapters. This story will not leave me alone! Anyhow, hope you all like it and please drop me a review! (It helps my lack of self esteem and spreads updates up.)

(This is Bayverse and I will try to follow it somewhat, but I will change some of it.)

Disclaimer: I write stories to get ideas out of my head, but do NOT even pretend to own Transformers. So don't sue!

Chapter 1

Have you ever dreamt of having more in your life? To be noticed and appreciated and loved? Though, I suppose some, if not most people have at least one of those. Well, I guess I'm- like always- the exception.

Wait, where are my manners? My name is Katlyn Marie Coleman. I have long blonde curly hair with streaks of washable colors that I change weekly- I don't have the heart to dye my hair since it is one of the things I have left that reminds me of my dad- and green eyes and, I suppose you could call me emo.

Ever since my parents died in a car accident when I was eight I have lived with my uncle- but I'll get to him later- and have changed in both appearance and personality. Where I used to be upbeat and colorful I now only like dark colors like black, gray, midnight blue and the occasional red. And I've closed myself off from the world- and light- by hanging up thick curtains to block anyone from seeing through my window at home- if you can call it that. Not to mention the only people who actually know I exist are the people I work with, our neighbors- who tend to avoid me- and a few people at school.

And it was in fact people from school who taunt me and call me emo that I realized that it was kind of true. From the cuts and scars littering my body from my uncle losing his temper. To my closed off personality and quietness. And yes I am quite shy around strangers and pretty much have learned not to trust anyone. Well, not without being let down. But seriously can you blame me?

Anyways about my uncle, James Leigh Smith, a tall, fat man with hardly ten hairs on his head, who thinks he's all high and mighty- which he is anything but- and spends forty percent of his life lounging, ten percent working and the other fifty percent yelling at me, giving me work to do, abusing me when I've done something he doesn't like- which is a lot- and all around making my life miserable.

And he succeeds in doing that too. Every. Day. Of. My. Life. By making me cook, clean, do yard work,- really anything around the house involving work- pay for anything that I want or need with the money I get from my job working as a waitress at Pizza Hut- by using the fake ID that says I'm eighteen forged for me by one of his gangster buddies- while paying him rent.

Oh well I suppose since there's nothing I can do- I learned that the hard way- I should suck it up.

Anyways, it was on May. 10, 2007, a day that I shall never forget, that my wish came true.

It had started out with my uncle James beating me because I was supposed to go pick some stuff up for him- even though I had no idea. When I walked in the door after working eight hours straight at Pizza Hut he pulled me in- none to gently and by the hair mind you- and proceeded to punch, kick, scream, etc at me. Needless to say after he was finished I had to run upstairs and nurture my fresh round of wounds then apply make up so no one could tell what had happened- not that anyone would care.

So, after tending to my wounds, putting make up over the ones that my clothes can't hide- which I despise applying, I am totally not a make up kind of girl- then changing out of my work uniform and putting on jeans and a black tank top with my leather jacket overtop - even though it's like eighty five degrees outside- I high tail it out of the house with my book bag slung over my shoulder and the two hundred dollars I made this week and proceed to walk to the mall.

(It's kind of short I know. But, hopefully the next one will be longer. Like I said earlier please leave me a review so I can continue please! Thanks for reading!)