Okay so here's the disclaimer:

[pushes Jazz forward go on say it

Jazz: Luvs2read doesn't own Autobots. The only thing she does own is her own characters.

Now you. [ shoves Barricade

Barricade: Nor does she own the Decepticons.

One

The sun hung high overhead, despite the clouds that were mugging over it sending a light drizzle onto my back. It was frigid like ice, but I mean hey at least it wasn't a hurricane or hailstorm. It really didn't bother me too much though. I was used to this. I took long walks though any type of weather, the rain however was just my favorite. I was almost to the point of looking like a drowned cat when I noticed a store with bright lights. It was a thrift store no less. Something about it was so captivating that I couldn't walk past it with out going inside to have a look. As I opened the door the chimes rang overhead and I was overwhelmed with this urge to go to the back of the store. As I made my way back I saw lots of different things, mostly antiques like a grandfather clock, an army gun, a couple of pictures that looked like they needed some TLC, and a few other things that looked like they were going to fall apart if they didn't get care of. Nothing really interested me except for what was drawing me to the back. And soon I found what had enthralled me. A cube with intricate grooves intertwining all over it sat on one of the shelves. It was what had brought me there I was sure of it.

My hand stretched out for the cube and a spark jumped between them. I knew then I was meant to have it. I grabbed it off the shelf and held it carefully in my hands as if a slight movement might break it. My fingers trace the patterns over and over again. It was like somehow I was connected to it. It startled me to think this but I didn't care because I knew that no matter what I had to have it. I looked for the price tag and found none. It was odd. All the items in the store had price tags. I took it as a sign that it was up for grabs. I made sure no one was looking, shoved it into my backpack, and walked calmly from the store. As soon as I was outside I switched into a run. I ran as fast as I could and didn't stop until I the one place I thought was safe. The junkyard. I felt like I was at home there. Everywhere I looked it was mechanical, it was element.

"Come to fix up that useless car, Ashton." someone said as I walked inside the body shop that was in front of the junkyard. I looked over to see Mr. Anderson the owner coming out from under a old red '86 Cutlass.

"Just gonna give it the once over before I head home, sir." I replied walking past him into the back room. "I wanted to see about how much work I had left to do on it."

"I still don't see how you're gonna get it working kid." he called after me.

"I've got magic hands." I stated laughing.

"Yeah kid magic hands." He chuckled at my comment.

Mr. Anderson always laughed when I said I had magic hands. If only he knew the half of it. I truly did have magic hands, just not in the way you would think. Plan and simple I was a freak, as some people would say. A mutant. Anything that was mechanical or in that vicinity I had powers over. I could find a busted radio, lay my hands over it and fix it. I didn't even have to touch it. The car that he was referring to was a '72 Mustang Sprint Coupe. It needed a lot of work. The brakes were shot, the interior was wearing away, the silver paint was chipping away, and it wouldn't crank. I don't know how long it would take a normal person to fix, but me it would only take a couple of minutes. I had supposedly been working on it since about two weeks ago. I had made a deal with Mr. Anderson that if I could get it to running right it was mine no charge and if I couldn't I had to watch it get turned into scrap metal. Of course being the person he was he took the challenge. He didn't have one lick of faith in to fix. Thought I was going to give up on it last week, but I didn't. All I did when I went to work on it was fix one thing minimally and then sit there and occupy myself with a book or destroy and fix a small phone with my powers. Since it was summer time I spent about the half the day inside that back room. It was my room no one else could use it. I went inside the room, close the door, and locked it.

Sitting down in one of the plastic chairs I pulled out the cube. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I had a feeling it wasn't from here. I knew it was crazy to be thinking that but something in me said that it wasn't of this earth just like something in me drew me to that store. In my hands I held something very valuable I was sure of it. I had to keep it safe. The thought flashed through my mind. Who knew where that came from but I didn't care. All I was focused on was of it's origin. For all I knew it could have been something dangerous, but the only thing that I knew for sure was that I didn't need to let anyone know I had it. Standing up I stuffed the cube back into my bag, left the room, the shop, and headed home.

"See ya later Mr. Anderson." I said walking out the door.

"Keep safe." he called.

The drizzling mist had become a heavy rain. I knew I would be soaking wet before I got home. But all I was really worried about was the cube in my backpack. I checked my watch to see how much time I had to get home. It read 9:50. I had only ten minutes to get home before my mom started to get worried. She always expected me home by 10:00 every night. I would have to start negotiating my curfew with her. I mean after all it was summer time, but that was something I would worry about when I got home. It wasn't that long a trip to my house and I could make it in record time if I ran. So that's what I did. I ran all the way back to my house, all the while dodging people that were still out on the streets. Mostly no one cared to notice me occasionally someone would yell and tell me to slow down. I didn't pay any attention to anyone all I was concentrating on was getting home before my mom could ground me. I ran on and on and soon I turned up the driveway to my house. My mom was waiting on the front porch tapping her foot impatiently as I walked towards it.

"Do you know what time it is young lady?" she demanded angrily.

"Yeah, it's um….." I checked my watch. "9:58. I made it with two minutes to spare."

"Well the clock in the house reads 10:00" she stated.

"I'm not late though." I was used to her antics. She would say that my clock was slow and that I should be grounded because I was almost late. "Mom if you would just extend my curfew I wouldn't have to argue with you whether or not I'm late. I could have sometime to get back early."

"I'm not having this discussion with you." She said as I walked past her into the house. "Now where were you?"

"Mom you know where, out for a walk and then I went to Mr. Anderson's before I came home." I was dripping wet and getting colder by the minute. Mom of course didn't seem to notice. It would take her a few minutes to realize this.

"What where you doing out there?"

"Mom you know I want a car and the only way I can get one is if I work on one at the junkyard because you sure ain't gonna buy me one." She seemed to forget that every time she asked me why I was there. It got irritating explaining it almost everyday.

"Why do you even need a car?"

"I need a car because three things, mom," I held up my fingers for emphasis. "one I can't get very far walking or just riding a bike, two I'm seventeen, and three I ain't gonna be the only seventeen year old with out a car. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going upstairs and taking a hot shower before I freeze to death."

I turned on my heel and left the room dripping all the way. I pulled my backpack off and set it on bed as I headed towards my bathroom. I would come back and get it after my shower. As soon as I was in the bathroom I stripped my wet clothes off and discarded them onto the floor. Turning on the water as I hot as I could stand it I stepped inside. The water ran down my body warming every inch. It felt nice to warm up after I had been outside in the rain, I reached for the shampoo and washed the dirt and grime of the day out of my hair and down the drain. After I had finished washing my hair I washed the rest of my body and felt considerable cleaner. It was a lot nicer than being in the wet clothes I had on earlier. I stepped out of the shower grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself as well as one for my hair. In my room I found my black sweat pants and red ACDC t-shirt and put them on. I checked the small digital clock on my bedside table. It read 10:35. I had taken a fairly long shower and hopefully my mom would be asleep now. I didn't want to have to worry about her coming into my room to check on me while I was examining the cube I had acquired today.

I towel dried my hair quickly while staring at my backpack. It sat on my bed just as I had left it. I unzipped it and pulled out the cube. I turned it over again and again in my hands my fingers running across the grooves as I had done earlier that evening. Nothing seemed to pop out at me. It seemed ordinary and yet abnormal at the same time. I couldn't find anything that would tell me what it was. Setting it back into my backpack I pushed it under my bed. It wasn't going to help my any to stay up longer.

Luvs2read: I owe my friend Spaztasic a special thanks for helping me with this chapter. She told me how to start it off. So I award her the Barium Cobalt Einstein Koolaide Award!!!! Claps for her! snap snap lol