Edit: All I did was fix some mistakes that were made (grammar, spelling, etc.).

Well... I am extremely pissed at myself right now... I thought I had updated The Twin with chapter one... But apparently not. I have chapter two all written out and ready to go, but only the prologue is fucking posted. I am so, so, so sorry you guys. I honestly thought that I had updated The Twin with chapter one already... I am so, so sorry... *bashes head on wall* I'm so stupid... I should have double checked before I erased my work to work on chapter two...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers. I do, however, own my OC, Mariel Janet Witwicky. I also own my OC, Jasmine "Yomi" Pierce, who will only be mentioned in this chapter.

REVIEWS

monkeybaby: I'm glad that you appear interested in my story. The Prologue will not appear to have any relevance to the story for some time, but I promise that it is relevant.

TFSTARFIRE: I'm glad you have such faith in my story. *smiles*

bajy: Glad you think so! *smiles*

KEY

"Talking."

"Cybertronian."

"Radio-clips"

Thoughts/Dream/Flashback (If it's a dream or a flashback, I will also ensure that you all know)

"Phone."

Seventeen-year-old Mariel Janet Witwicky was doing her best to pay attention in class, though it was hard because today their teacher had decided to do a lecture. It was very, very boring and Mariel just wanted to tune out her teacher or fall asleep. Especially since this was supposed to be her "fun" class as it was normally her favorite, given that it was a literacy class. Mariel had a love for books, so she always looked forward to this class. She knew that all the students in the class with her were relieved she enjoyed it so much, as it meant she didn't cause any trouble during class. It was the only class that never assigned Mariel detention, although most teachers were afraid to assign her detention anyways.

The entire class knew Mariel's reputation, so none of them dared to talk bad about her. Especially with the fact that she could easily hack their accounts to make them look like idiots, though no one could prove it was the Witwicky girl. That's why most everyone was terrified of her, especially since, despite not being the strongest or the fittest, she could hold her own in a fight. This was mainly because bullies tended to take one look at her thin, boney frame and believe that she was a weakling. She may not be stronger, but she's usually smarter than the person who challenges her. This fact was learned when she was a freshman, as she and the school bully, Trent DeMarco, got into a fight in the computer lab. She beat him by simply allowing him to throw himself into the computers, constantly side stepping him. She got hit a few times and landed a few of her own hits, but other than that she had mainly avoided him and let him hurt himself.

She was still banned from the computer lab after that incident. There were rumors going around about her having technokinesis, the ability to manipulate technology. This was because the computers had shorted out during the fight, but Mariel herself called it a load of bull. Sure, anything technological shorted out when she got in a fight, but then people usually ran into the stuff so there was a rational explanation. Besides, Mariel didn't believe in magic.

"Mariel, do you care to repeat what I just said?" her teacher suddenly asked, drawing the girl's attention.

Mariel sighed, knowing he would use it as an excuse to put her in detention. So, she repeated what she remembered hearing. Seeing his look, she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I cannot repeat it word for word, Mr. McCoy. It is physically impossible for someone to repeat a speech word for word, paying attention or not, because the human mind is faulty and sometimes our hearing causes us to hear something different than what was said," she informed her teacher. "Therefore, my missing of a few things is no reason to give me detention. Unless, of course, you want me to take the matter up with the principle?"

That shut her teacher up, allowing the girl to return her gaze to the window. As her teacher continued with his lecture, something caught Mariel's eye. There were two cars parked right outside the school. She knew for a fact that they weren't any students- for one, most of the kids were rather rich that went to Tranquility High, and therefore would never be caught dead driving such a beat-up Camaro. The other car was a police car.

Wonder why they're parked there, she thought. Did the Camaro driver get in trouble? Wait, that doesn't make sense. The Police Car would be gone, or I'd see both drivers...

Mariel frowned as she watched the two cars. She blinked when the bell suddenly rang, catching her off guard slightly. She turned her attention to the room, noticing people were starting to leave. She grabbed her backpack from the floor and slipped it on, leaving the classroom. She walked towards her brother's final glass- Geneology. She didn't understand what possessed him to take that class as she walked towards it. She leaned against the wall, humming to herself slightly. She wondered if her brother managed to get that final A he needed, though she knew he'd have to use what she taught to get it. She didn't understand his obsession with selling their great-grandfather's stuff. Sure, it was junk, but the stuff was also antique. Unfortunately, her brother didn't take business, so he didn't understand that.

It took around twenty minutes before Samuel James Witwicky left the room, looking excited.

"Mari! Mari! I got the A!" he said, practically bouncing on his feet, causing his sister to smirk.

"Oh really, Sammy?" she asked. "What'd ya' have to do to get it after haggling Great-Grandfather's things?"

"What makes you think I had to do anything?" he asked, pausing to glare at his sister.

"Oh, no reason," she said with an innocent smile. "Except for the fact you asked me for blackmail techniques and what kind of dirt I had on Mr. Hosney."

"... You're a real bitch, you know?" Sam asked his sister, giving her an unimpressed look. "But fine, I had to appeal to his Christianity to get an A minus instead of a B minus."

Mariel smirked at her brother, "That's what I thought, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes before the two headed out of the school. Sam perked up when he saw their father's green convertible and practically flying down to tell him about his A, causing Mariel to snort. Despite their arguments and mean pranks, Sam was a Daddy's Boy through and through. She knew her brother would never admit this, but she also knew that it was the truth. She strolled down to the car calmly, smiling a bit as Sam waved his hands while speaking, despite their father, Ronald "Ron" Witwicky, being unable to read the paper because of it. She walked down and hoped over the side of the car to sit comfortably in the backseat. It was her brother's big day, so she wouldn't force him out of the front seat like she usually did just to annoy him.

"Yeah, you're good," Ron was saying as she buckled up.

The car was started up before they were on their way. Mariel was happy that her brother was finally getting a car like he wanted, though she wasn't allowed to get one until she passed her Driver's Test, which she kept failing. It wasn't her fault she was an... Aggressive driver. She got it from their mother, Judith "Judy" Witwicky, who was a very eccentric, very aggressive woman. It was why most people were wary of the twins, their mother's temper and insanity was legendary. Insanity apparently ran in the family, which was why Mariel didn't think much about why things short-circuited when she got extremely angry around them.

"No, Dad, no! You've got to be joking!" Sam's elated voice brought Mariel out of her thoughts.

Glancing around, she noticed they were in a Porsche Dealership, confusing her. Her dad was extremely cheap and told them that he wasn't going over four thousand dollars- though he did say that he'd allow a five-thousand-dollar car since she offered to hand over the last thousand in cash if Sam really, really wanted the car. Therefore, she was confused at why they were in a Porsche Dealership. At least, until her father replied.

"Yeah, I am," Ron said, chuckling. "You're not getting a Porsche for your first car!"

"That's not funny, Dad. That's not funny," Sam growled, glaring at Ron.

"It was kind of funny," Ron replied, still chuckling.

"Sorry, Dad, but Sammy's kind of right," Mariel said. "I mean, you got his hopes up before crushing them."

"You two do worse jokes and pranks," Ron pointed out to his daughter.

"Touché," Mariel replied.

When they arrived at the Dealership, Mariel hopped out at once. Bobby Bolivia's Used Cars and... Petting Zoo...? Mariel read, her brow furrowing as she glanced towards the Ostrich. ... He does know how dangerous those things are, right? Shaking her head and leaving her brother and father to deal with the probably mental owner, Mariel started to check out the cars. She had a feeling her father would bring her here for her first car too, so she figured she should get a feel for what kind of cars he was selling. That's when a certain car caught her eye. There's no way.

It was. Sitting before her innocently was the same Camaro she saw at her school, sitting there like it hadn't moved. A sudden chill went down her spine, especially since she knew her brother was a sucker for racing stripes. The faded yellow paint, rusted bumper, and random dents wouldn't deter her brother from buying the car. Especially if he thought it would score him a date with his crush, Mikaela Banes, the girlfriend of Trent and school hotgirl. Lightly, she ran a hand over the hood of the two-door, 1900s Camaro. She felt an odd tremor under her hand but ignored it, writing it off as nothing. She looked to see what kind of car it was exactly.

"Chevrolet Camaro Z28, huh?" she murmured as she looked at the brands on the car.

Like everything else, they were faded and/or rusted. She was amazed that the wheels themselves didn't appear to have any problems, though the caked mud and dust suggested some off-roading happened with the car. It was in better condition than any other car in the lot, which amazed her, further cementing that there was something not right about the car. She narrowed her eyes at it.

"I swear if you cause my brother any trouble..." she growled under her breath as she glared at the car, as if daring it to be haunted.

She felt satisfied when she thought the car shook a little in fear. She knew she was probably just imagining things, but she always took pleasure in using her over-active imagination. It gave her an odd sense of pride to have inanimate objects afraid of her, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with that, of course. It was her brother who was the weirdo-spaz. She was perfectly normal and sane- all she inherited was her mother's road rage.

She'd flay anyone who dared to say otherwise.

"Mariel!"

The seventeen-year-old glanced towards where she heard her voice being called. It was her brother, who looked like he wanted to say something. Then he saw the car and, just like she thought, he began to drool all over it. She knew he was a closet mechanic and found it hilarious, although she kept it quiet. Her brother threatened to tell the world she was bisexual if she didn't, so she kept her mouth shut. He was catching on, which made her extremely proud. She liked to think she'd corrupted her brother.

"I can't believe it! Racing stripes!" her brother practically squealed, causing her to give him an amused look.

"Got a guess on what year it is?" she asked.

"Probably somewhere from 1975 to 1979," Sam said. "A classic! It's absolutely beautiful!"

Mariel couldn't help but laugh at him as he drooled over the car, rattling off trivia about it. She watched as he slid into the driver's seat, then noticed that Bolivia and her father were coming their way. She hung back as they talked about the car, frowning as Bolivia seemed to know very little about the car. This just cemented what she already suspected- there was something off about the car. When Bolivia named five thousand for the car, looking unwilling to lower the price, she spoke before her father could.

"We'll take it," she said, knowing her brother was in love with the car.

Ron took this as she'd hand over the last thousand. The three went inside to finalize everything, where it was revealed that Bolivia only took cash. Luckily, they had been planning on paying in cash. When Bolivia tried to scam them, she gave him a scathing glare that made him rethink that. When everything was done sometime later, Mariel opted to ride with her brother.

"Thanks for this, Sis," Sam told his sister with a bright smile. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I can guess," Mariel replied as she slid into the passenger seat.

She noticed the look on Sam's face and felt dread pooling in her stomach. I swear if he makes me go to Trent's stupid party at the lake... she thought as the two started driving home. I am so glad that it's only 4 o'clock.

FINALLY DONE! This took days to complete! I plan to put the second chapter up immediately after this, though after updating the author's note at the beginning and end!

Mariel: Took ya' long enough.

SHUT UP! Do you know how hard it was for me to get motivation, inspiration, and over my anger at myself to rewrite this chapter?! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I HAD TO EVEN REWRITE IT AT ALL! *starts crying in frustration at self*

Mariel: *watches* ... *looks to readers* Please review. I think that it'll make her stop crying. *turns back to Aria* ... Crybaby...