Chapter 1:

Dear reader,

If you reading this, it means I survived day 1.

Day 1 with my fan girl obsession, Transformers.

A day ago, the Transformers were just fiction. But I, Ariana Jane Marton aka AJ, made a wish on October 5, at 12:26 AM. My 16th birthday. A wish on a shooting star. Yeah. Lame, but, hey, what do you know, it worked!

That wish was that Transformers were real. At the time, it seemed like nothing would go wrong, but then I got struck by lightning right after that. Yeah. Me and my luck.

So, I have started a diary on my laptop recording all of this. And if your reading it, please, don't stop.

Because this is only the beginning.

-AJ

AJ POV

I sat on my new bed and looked around my new room. Four black walls stared back at me. A white door stood out like a sore thumb against the back drop.

The mirror hanging against the back of my door showed a thin girl dressed in black who had dirty blonde hair streaked with more black that was a few inches past the shoulder. Black eyeliner made her coral blue eyes stand out against skin that wasn't too tanned, but not pale either. She looked sad and depressed.

That girl looked like I felt. I snorted. Oh, wait that was me.

I sighed. I missed the old house in Tennessee. But at least we were close to the city my favorite movie ever was shot in.

Yeah, Mission City where the first Transformers movie was shot. Here's how obsessed I am. My dad said, "I almost ran over that Transformer!" I practically jumped out of his window, screaming, "Where? Where?"

Later, I found out that he was talking about those metal boxes that support electricity(at least, I think it does that). Talk about disappointing.

I love cars, and in celebration of getting my driver's license, my dad got me a Challenger RT 2010. It's black, and has satin-silver racing stripes. It has that old-timey-but-more-modern look. I'm in love with it.

But it makes me sad, too. I haven't seen my dad in five years. Not a phone call, not even a text. He lives in Florida, and for all I know I could have 5 half-sisters or brothers.

Yeah, I think you could figure out what I mean.

But enough of my sad past. Where was I?

I'm not your average girl. I like to sing my favorite songs, paint cars and Transformers, getting into fights, and making it my life goal to break every rule ever made.

Teacher's everywhere hate me.

Literally, everywhere. I had been kicked out of 3 schools in Tennessee. One of the reasons we moved. That, and my mom had gotten a new job here in Nevada.

My parents have been divorced since I was a year old. My parents are too rich for their own good, and I think of it as a curse.

My mom and I don't exactly see eyes to eye. She wants me to wear pink. I want to wear black. She wants me to wear mascara. I want to wear a lot of eyeliner. She wants me to pop an imaginary pimple. I tell her it's a freckle and throw the Proactive bottle in the trash.

Not good chemistry.

The only reason I miss Tennessee was because everything was familiar. I didn't have any friends, unless you count my hot and cold brother, who teases me half the time and the other half is a pretty nice dude.

He's a year older, and a few inched taller. He says I'm short, but I don't think so. Everyone is just….freakishly tall(and, no, I am not a freakin' midget).

And of all days to move, we move the day before my 16th birthday. Then, on top of that, I have to go to my new school tomorrow.

Life sucks.

AJ POV

After a few hours, I had gotten my stuff unpacked. It was almost like my room in Tennessee, only…cleaner. But not for long.

I looked at my clock with Bumblebee on it. 11:45 already. My mom would be downstairs doing work or watching the news. Jake(brother) would be in his room playing video games or listening to music. Yeah, we don't exactly care about school nights.

This meant I cloud sneak out to the balcony and look at the stars.

I started to walk towards the door, but my foot kicked something. Looking down, I saw my fake AllSpark shard that I had bought and fashioned into a necklace. I put it over my head.

I left my jacket on the bed and made my way through the new house. Getting lost once or twice(yes, the house is that big), I finally found the doors that led out to the balcony from the hallway. I shut the door quietly, locked it.

My hair whipped around my face. I breathed in deep. The air was cold and…Something else was there. Something….electrifying about the air.

I sat in the metal lawn chair that had been placed out here. My head rested on the back of the chair, tilted so that I could see most of the dark sky. Small lights littered the sky.

I don't know how long I sat there, but when I looked at digital clock on my I-phone, it was 12:24 AM. Two minutes away from my birthday, 12:26 AM.

I watched as the time turned to 12:25. One more minute.

Looking at the night sky, I sighed. No one would be there to count down the seconds with me.

I snorted as I remembered my brother's 16th birthday. He had been with his girlfriend, Rachel. She was pretty cool. They had been up in the morning till 5:43, when Jake(my brother) had been born.

Right on the minute, they set off a bunch of firecrackers, and I had watched as they kissed.

For some reason, I had felt left out, and I still do. I have never had a boyfriend, never kissed a boy.

Strange, I know. But to tell you the truth, I don't believe in love.

People sing about love, most movies are about love, hell, there's a freakin' holiday about love. But when I look around, I only see broken hearts and divorces. Maybe it's my parents fault for getting married before they were really sure about loving each other. Maybe I'm afraid of having a broken heart. But I don't believe in love.

I looked at the clock. Just as I looked at the small screen, it turned 12:26.

Something flashed in the corner of my eye. I turned to see the biggest shooting star I have ever seen shooting across the sky, with a long trail of light behind it.

I stared at it thoughtfully. What should I wish for? Wishes on a star never came true. I tried it once for a History report to drop out of thin air, and all that dropped on my desk was a big F and a note home.

The star was halfway across the sky now. Hmm. Maybe a stupid wish. An unrealistic wish. I ran my fingers over the shard necklace in thought.

Then I had an idea. Stupid, but it wasn't like it was going to come true.

I stood up and leaned against the rail. My eyes followed the star. Here goes nothing….

"I wish," I said softly, "that Transformers were real."

The star disappeared from sight. A shiver passed through me.

I rolled my eyes after a few seconds. "I'm such an idiot for thinking that might work…" I muttered, starting to turn around and go inside.

But suddenly I heard a booming crash, like a bomb going off right beside my house. Then I saw a jagged flash off light dart towards me, and then white hot pain shot through me.

I felt the feeling go out of my body, and I fell to the ground. The crashing boom died down, and slowly I regained feeling in my body.

I sat up. Had that been lightning that struck me? Wouldn't I be in pain, if I wasn't dead? Why did I fell all tingly? And why was the back of my neck hurting?

Something began to heat up around my neck. I grabbed the necklace as it started to burn me and pulled it off.

Strange, I thought. It's glowing. And it was. The metal shard was glowing an eerie blue light, like the color of an Autobot's optics.

Standing up, I looked around for my I-Phone. "Shit." I said as I saw it laying on the ground, the screen black. It was probably broken.

I reached towards it. As I came within a few inches of it, blue light crackled around my fingers and the phone. Suddenly the screen lit up.

Weird. I stuffed it in my pocket anyway.

Just as I opened the balcony door, I ran into Jake. "Hi, Jake." I muttered.

He smirked. "What, did you sneak out on the first night, Ari?"

He has basically the same appearance, minus the black highlights. He dresses in the same colors, too, and has some of the same interests, such as music.

I glared at him. "No. And don't call me Ari."

"Whatever you say. Ari." He added with a smile.

I punched his arm. "Jerk."

"Well, Runt, happy birthday." He said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Look what I got you."

He handed a small dark green book about the size of a pocket dictionary. On the front cover was:

The Rule Book

For: AJ MARTON

Her own book of rules that (maybe) she'll follow.

I smiled. "Ha, ha. Very funny."

He opened it to show many rows of lines, like composition notebooks. "You can write your own rules to follow. That way you'll be following rules, but no one will be bossing you around." He snorted. "But I doubt you'll be able to follow even your own."

I flipped him off as he walked back down the hall to his room.

Wonder what my mom will get me.

AJ POV

I grabbed my regular black shirt, some dark green cargo pants, black jacket, and black converses. I slipped it all on, beating my usual record.

I had slept late, and was late. Again. I would have to run a few stoplights to make it on time.

Three minutes and one hasty pop-tart later, I was running out to my Challenger. I jumped in and just as I stuck my key in, it started.

I frowned and looked at the key. I hadn't even turned the key.

Shaking my head, I shut the door and pulled out.

No one was on the road, so I gunned the gas. Only nothing happened. I cursed and put metal to the pedal. All I got was the revving of the engine.

I sighed. "Fine. Have it your way, car." I pushed the gas lightly and the car rolled forward. I tried going faster than the speed limit, but the goddamn car stopped.

I screamed in frustration and banged my head on the steering wheel. When I was done bashing my brains, I muttered, "Great. Now I've got a car that follows the rules that I don't. Fantastic."

Cursing my car all the way, I slowly drove to school. I groaned when an old lady in a Cadillac passed us. ("This is so embarrassing…")

Fifteen minutes later(I could've gotten there in 4 minutes), we pulled up in the parking lot of my new school. And, strangely, everyone was outside crowded around something in the parking lot. Something sliver, something bright red, and something black.

I frowned as I got out with my bag. Strange. Maybe it was a fancy car. But shouldn't they all be inside? Oh, who am I kidding. High school students don't really care about what time school starts. I am the perfect example. Too lazy to set an alarm clock, let alone buy one.

I sighed. At least I wouldn't look like a fool on my birthday. Something twisted in my heart. My mom hadn't even said Happy Birthday before she left at 6:00.

I started across the parking lot when a woman with a bull horn and a whistle came out. She stuck the whistle in her mouth and blew it into the bull horn. I winced.

"GET INSIDE NOW!" she yelled. Slowly, they drifted towards the door. And I gasped at what I saw.

Sitting there was a silver Stingray Corvette and a bright red Ferrari 458 Italia. A few feet away was a black Topkick.

All I could say was "Wow."

"I know, right?" I turned to see a girl with long black hair and all black clothes. Her skin was a pale white. She had cool blue eyes that made me shiver. In one hand she had a book, and the other grasped her black bag. And she was about an inch and a half taller. Damn.

She looked me up and down. "Your short."

I stood on my toes. "I am not short!"

She shrugged. "Whatever. Name's Tori Perry."

I nodded, still a little put off by the short remark. "AJ Marton."

She nodded towards the Stingray, Ferrari, and Topkick. "New students. Your new. Do you know them?"

"No. But they must be Transformers fans, 'cause those are the alt-modes of Sideswipe and Ironhide, and the supposed alt mode of Sunstreaker."

She nodded again. "I know. I'm a fan, too."

I squinted at her. "Are you Goth?"

Tori's blue eyes flashed. "I. Am. Not. Goth."

I tried to meet her eyes as best as I could. "I'm not short."She shrugged again. "Whatever." She started to walk towards the front doors.

I mimicked her in an annoying voice. " 'Whatever.'"

"I heard that." She said over her shoulder.

I growled at her.

AJ POV

I walked into the front office for my schedule.

A bottle blonde woman sat at the front desk. Three guys were standing in front of the desk. One of them was tall, even for me. He had dark brown hair and looked like he was pretty old, but tough. He had on a black t-shirt and worn out jeans.

The other two were the same height, which was a few inches taller than me. They both had on black jackets, but the brown haired boy had on a silverfish-grayish shirt and the blonde one had a bright red shirt. They both wore blue jeans and black sneakers.

Oh. And they were twins.

The twins were flicking each other in the ear. It was really annoying, but funny to watch. Finally, the tall dude snapped and slapped them both on the back of the head. "Stop playing!" He snapped. He sounded awfully familiar.

"Frag off!" the blonde twin snapped. Wait, had I heard that right?

Then he caught me staring. "What?"

I glared back. "What?"

He glared. "What do you want, girl?"

"Don't 'girl' me, you idiot!"

He growled.

I growled back.

The man smacked him again. "Shut it." Then he turned to me. "I'm sorry, miss. He doesn't have any manners."

I squinted at the blonde twin resentfully. "Well, you should put him on a leash."

The anger-issue twin lunged at me, but his twin held him back. I flipped him off.

The woman at the front desk handed two sheets to each of the twins. "Here's your schedules, and here's your map of the school.

The twins looked over the schedules while walking towards the door. The tall man stopped beside me. "What's your name, miss?"

"Arianna Jane Marton. AJ for short." I smiled. "You know, you're the nicest person I've encountered since this day began. And you'd think that people would be nicer to me since it's my birthday."

He chuckled. "Well, happy birthday."

"Thanks." I said as I stepped up to the desk.

I slowly opened the door to my first class, Biology. I had gotten lost, couldn't find my locker, got lost again, and now it was almost the end of first hour.

The door creaked loudly. I winced. I had hoped to slip in unnoticed, but karma has something against me. Now I would have to do a stupid introduce-yourself speech.

I walked in to see a room full, save a few seats. A scrawny man that made me think of a chicken had stopped in the middle of a lecture to turn to me.

"Your late, Miss Marton." he said setting his marker down. "Introduce your self while I get you a textbook."

I swallowed as I felt my face heat up. I stood in front of the class awkwardly.

"Uh, hi. My names AJ Marton-"

"Your full name, Miss Marton." A few people snickered and I rolled my eyes.

"My names Arianna Jane Marton, or AJ. Today's my 16th birthday. And I'm not short." I added that last part when I saw Tori in the back, wearing dark glasses and a smirk on her face.

All this got me was a few laughs.

The teacher(his name tag said Mr. Bill. *snort* Bill.) handed me a textbook thicker than a dictionary. "Go find you a seat."

I walked down the aisle, looking at every face. Some guy stuck his foot out, and I kicked it hard. As I passed Tori, she stuffed a note in my pocket. I gave her a questioning look, but behind her glasses, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

I ended up sitting by a skinny boy who was African-American, and he had a shaved head. He had dark eyes, almost black, and was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. He was tapping his foot like he had too much energy or something('something' being high on crack) and his eyes kept darting to me.

I was getting situated when I felt something smack into my temple. I turned and glared at the kid. He pointed to the paper wad. Still glaring, I opened it and read it.

'Names Jason Philanto. Who are you?'

I turned slowly to look at him. "Can't this wait till after class?" I whispered.

He shook his head.

I sighed and wrote: 'Didn't I just tell the whole class? Weren't you listening?'

He read the note. And shook his head like a maniac.

I glared. 'AJ Marton. Now, if you have something to ask me, ask me after class. My locker number is 328.'

Jason nodded. Like his life depended on if he could shake his brains(if he had any left).

I tried to focus on the teacher, but it was hard when Tori keeps looking at me like she expected me to do something. That, is when I remembered the note.

Surprisingly neat cursive was written in the corner of an old report paper.

'Meet me at lunch. It involves those three cars from this morning. Don't talk to ANYONE about Transformers, under ANY circumstances.'

I shot her a questioning look, but it appeared that she was asleep. But I had this creepy feeling that she was watching me the whole time.

I punched my locker. Third time I had tried to get it open, I pinched the crap out of my hand(don't ask) and was PO'ed now.

"Hear, let me help ya with that." I heard a deep voice say.

The hyper kid, Jason, smacked my locker right above the lock. It clicked, and the locker swung open. "Thanks." I said, stuffing the huge textbook in the empty locker.

He shrugged. "No problem. Now, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Smartass chick. Like Tori."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks."

He held his hands up. "No, really. There's three groups of girls here. Preppy. Nerdy. And Tori."

I looked at him. "Wow. Tori has her own category. How do you know Tori?"

"We're kind of friends. Now what did she stuff in your pocket?"

"None of your business." I slammed my locker shut. "What's your next class, Jace?"

He tilted his head a little. "Never heard that one."

I smiled. "There's more?"

"People call me 'klepto', for kleptomaniac. I tend to open peoples lockers and 'borrow' stuff. Tori calls me 'idiot', 'jackass', and 'asshole'. And Jason."

"Wow. I thought you were friends." I slammed my locker shut. "Well, Jason, I think we'll be good friends."

"Who said I wanted to be friends with you?"

"I did. I usually have trouble making friends, and you're a pretty cool dude." I said with a smirk. "What's your next class?"

"Gym. We probably wont do nothin, since its getting colder."

"Colder? It's October 5."

"I know. The coaches are lazy. But anyway, we have a talent show every 9 weeks, and people will be in there rehearsing. Most of them are singers. Do you have it next period, too?"

I started walking left. "Yeah."

He snorted. "It's this way, white girl."

I stopped. "I knew that. And why'd you call me 'white girl'?"

"I'm black. We're not exactly the same color, if ya haven't noticed."

I scowled. "I don't care what color you are. Don't think that just because you're a different color means that you aren't the same as me."

He looked at me weird. "Umm, thanks?"

I sighed and rubbed my face. "Sorry to jump on you like that. But my mom's racist. She thinks she's better than everyone else. I get really mad at her for it."

Jason smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. "Well, white girl, I can see why you'd think we'd be good friends."

We walked into the gym, and I was met by the blasting of loud music.

Jason led me to an area where other kids were sitting on the bleachers, watching some chick in a cheerleader uniform twirl around with a baton on a stage. To the right of the stage were others, either dressed in costumes, carrying instruments, or doing last minute make up.

In the center of the gym were two thick ropes that lead to the ceiling. A few guys were climbing up them while the coaches backs were turned.

We sat down in a clear spot, and sitting a few feet away from us were the smartass twins.

Jason elbowed me and pointed to the twins. "Who're they?"

I looked at him. "What makes you think I know who they are?"

"They're new. You're new."

I scowled. "That's exactly what Tori said this morning. But, no, I don't know who they are. I just know that they're both annoying and the blonde one has anger issues."

"Oh."

As if we had called they're names, the twins turned around and looked at us. Or, me more specifically.

The brunette smiled and waved, but the blonde just scowled. Only now did I realize that both of their eyes were a light-almost glowing-blue. I scowled back at the blonde.

After a few seconds a scowling contest, the brown-haired twin cleared his throat. "Um, hi. Look, I'm really sorry about this morning. Sunny doesn't have any manners."

Sunny? What a strange name. Just like Sunstreaker's nickname. I snorted. He acted like him too. "Sunny, huh? Well, he sure doesn't act sunny."

Said Sunny smacked his twin on the back of the head. "What did Hide tell us, Sides? Not to talk to anyone. Just find out what caused that signature."

I stared at him. Had he really just called his twin Sides? That was too weird. Either their parents were really obsessed Trans-fans, or those were their nicknames.

I interrupted their little argument. "Are those your nicknames?"

Sunny glared at me. "Yes. Now, leave us alone." Ok, so that explained the weird names. Still, something didn't feel right.

Jason laughed. All three of us looked at him and said "What?"

He smirked. "Yer all actin' like cats and dogs."

I glared at him. "Shut up."

"You."

"Me? You're the one who's being annoying."

"Yea, well, your more annoying."

I snorted. "I'd like you to prove it."

Jason looked around for a few seconds, then smiled. "Fine. We'll have a contest." He pointed to the ropes hanging from the ceiling.

"The coaches jus' left the gym a few minutes ago. You and me will go to the climbing ropes. We'll both climb them, and who ever gets ta the top first wins."

I gave him the look I give my brother when he doesn't make sense. "What is this going to prove?"

Jason smirked again. "That I'm more athletic than you."

"Sure you are. Deal." We shook hand on it, and as we got up from our seats, I heard Sides say "Come on. I want to see this."

Jason and I positioned ourselves in front of the ropes. I took the one closest to the stage, and he took the one closest to the bleachers. People were starting to notice us, and a few guys had gotten up and were standing around us.

I looked up the rope. It was maybe 60, 70 feet up. An easy climb, since I wasn't afraid of heights.

Glancing over at Jason, I noticed his dark skin was pale. "What's wrong Jason? Afraid of heights?"

He glared at me. "No. I jus' remembered how high this rope goes."

"That's called being afraid of heights, genius."

He continued to glare. "On three. One."

I prepared to jump on the rope. "Two."

"Three!"

We both grabbed the rope and started pulling ourselves up. Jason was a little slow, and he looked a little pale.

I laughed. "Don't look down!" I yelled. He looked down, and froze. I snorted and continued to pull myself up.

Halfway up, I slowed down and looked at the stage. There was a guy about my age on the stage, and I'm betting he was a few inches taller than me. He had dirty blonde hair, like me, and it looked he had used gel to make it spiky. He was wearing a black leather jacket, with a blue t-shirt underneath, and worn-out blue jeans.

He was the sort of boy you'd think that all the girls would want to date. The popular boy. The cutest football player. Every high school had one.

Then he looked up at me and smiled. I half-smiled back for some unknown reason.

That was when music started. I recognized the song from the radio. Mockingbird, by Rob Thomas. Was he going to sing it?

I never got to find out, because at that moment the chick in a cheerleading outfit decided to blow her damn mega horn in a cheer.

It startled me so much that I let go of the rope. Gravity took control and I plummeted towards the ground. I smacked on to the mat, but not before landing on my ankle and snapping it.

I cursed out loud. A few guys around me laughed, and Jason jumped off the rope(he had only gotten up a few feet). "Ya okay, AJ?"

"Yes." I snapped.

Sides came out of the crowd to help me up. I slapped his hands away. "Don't touch me." I could see Sunny snickering from the crowd.

I heard shouting and suddenly a path cleared in the crowd. A red-haired woman in a jogging outfit knelt down to me. "Ok, what you'd do now?"

"They were attempting to climb all the way to the ceiling in a contest!" I heard a voice from the crowd. I scowled. Snitches.

The red haired coach shook her head. "Sprained ankle. What's your name, girl?"

"Arianna Jane Marton."

Coach May(I saw her name tag) nodded. "New girl. I expected someone a little less bold for your first day. Who dared you to this contest?"

I saw the look on Jason's face. I wasn't going to rat out my first friend.

She saw the look in my eyes and sighed. "Teenagers." Then Coach May looked at the crowd. "Okay, fess up. Who was it?"

Everyone looked at each other, and just when I was sure no one was going to say anything, a voice spoke up from the back.

"It was me, Coach."

The crowd parted. It was the boy who smiled at me. The boy who made me lose my concentration.

I suddenly had a dislike for him. Why? Because he had made me break one of my rules. Never lose concentration because of a boy. Look what happened. Sprained ankle.

Coach May wrinkled her nose. "McLaylan. Knew you'd be mixed up in this somehow." She pulled me up and let me lean on her. "Since you caused this, your taking care of it. Take Arianna to the nurse's office."

"AJ." I corrected her.

"Take AJ to the nurse." Coach May said, handing me off to the McLaylan kid.

My cheeks heated up as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I had to lean against him. 'Man, being helped like this is such a sign of weakness,' I thought. I hated that I could smell his breath, which was surprisingly sweet, and like it.

We limped(or me. He walked.) out of the gym. There was a path leading from the gym to the main building, and a roof covered the path. While we were in the gym it had started to rain.

The boy smirked as I dragged my foot through a puddle. "What?" I snapped, already upset. I could see the color of his eyes now. A dark, rich forest green that seemed to be flecked with gold. They were the kind of eyes that most boys wished for, and the eyes that girls swooned over.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't one of them.

He shook his head and stopped. Then he held his hand out. "My names Chris. Chris McLaylan. Yours?"

I didn't take his hand. "AJ Marton."

Chris nodded. "New rich family that just moved in."

"How did you know?"

He shrugged. "My dad's a wealthy lawyer. We live in the rich side of town, and there, news spreads fast."

I sighed impatiently. "Look, it's nice to meet you and all, but I have an ankle that needs an icepack, and you're not helping me by standing around. In the rain."

Chris smiled. "Well, I could just let you get there by yourself…." He stepped away from me and I let out a little yelp as I nearly toppled over, if it hadn't been for the pole I grabbed onto.

I grasped the pole tight and held on. "What the hell, you idiot? I nearly fell over!"

"That was the idea, Einstein."

I glared at him. "I officially hate you."

Chris' grin got wider. "Let's see if I can change that."

Before I knew what he was doing, he had put one arm under my legs, and the other under my neck. Then Chris lifted me up, bridal style.

I'm sure my face turned redder than the time I had ran up to a Corvette that looked just like Sideswipe and hugged it. Yes, I hugged it (it was embarrassing as hell).

But the worst was….that I actually liked the feel of his arms carrying me. Something was seriously wrong here.

I stared at him for a second. Then I pulled my hand back and slapped him hard against the cheek.

Chris winced, then smiled. "You wouldn't believe how many times that has happened."

My mouth dropped open. "Your are unbelievable."

He grinned and started walking towards the doors. "I hear that a lot, too."

I groaned.

Chris had carried me to the nurse alright. But he took the longest, most populated way. A few guys wolf-whistled, and I was pretty sure a bunch of girls were glaring at me.

He even winked at me as he set me down in front of the nurse's office. I had only stared, wondering how someone could have such a big ego.

But that wasn't what was worrying me. One of the girls had said something that bothered me. She said, "Look, Chris had another girlfriend. Wonder how long this one will last…."

I hadn't said anything, but I was going to later.

So here I was in the nurse's office, with an ankle brace on my right ankle. She had fussed over me, and the whole time I hadn't said anything because I wasn't used to someone worrying about me.

"Can I go now?" I asked quietly.

The gray haired nurse looked up. "Sure, hon. Go easy on that ankle."

I stood up and tested the ankle. It actually didn't hurt that much anymore.

I thanked her and made my way back to the gym. On my way there, the bell rang, and students poured out of the classes.

Halfway to the gym, I ran into Tori. Literally.

She glared at me as I apologized. "Watch it."

I glared back at her. "What's your problem?"

She sighed, suddenly looking really tired. "Nothing. Did you read the note?"

"Yes."

"Good. Meet me at lunch, by the exit door." Then she stalked away, and after a few moments, she vanished into the crowd.

Jason helped me carry my dark blue messenger bag into the cafeteria. I had already told him about Tori, and he seemed to be worried. And he also kept apologizing. All I said was, "It wasn't your fault. It was the air headed cheerleader." I could tell he wanted to ask what Chris has said, but he didn't ask when he saw my face.

Just like Tori had said, we made our way towards the exit door. It was far in the corner, and was probably the quietest area. Tori was sitting there, with a thick book in her hand.

I threw my bag on the table and she jumped. Tori glared at us as we sat down. "Took your time, didn't you?"

I counted to ten with my eyes closed. This girl was really starting to bug me. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Tori dog-eared the book. "Have you talked to anyone about Transformers since you got here?"

"No. I don't exactly know anyone here besides you and Jason."

Jason looked in between us. "Isn't that the movie where alien robots come ta Earth and transform into hot cars?"

Tori's eyes widened. "You remember?"

He gave her the 'weird' look. " 'Course. Ya dragged me ta those movies I don't know how many times."

Tori bit her lip and looked outside. After about a minute, she looked at me and said, "How obsessed are you?"

"My whole room is covered in Transformers."

She nodded. "Okay. So when I tell you this, don't think I'm crazy."

Jason looked worried. "You okay, Tori? Ya usually don't act like this."

She glared at him. "I'm fine." Then she closed her eyes. "Okay, you know how this morning we saw those cars that were the alt modes of Sunny, Sides, and Ironhide?"

"Yeah…" I said, not knowing where this was going.

"Well, early this morning, I tried to get on my favorite Trans-fan blog site. Only, when I typed it in, it said that the site didn't exist. So I went to Google, and again nothing came up. But that was when I started to get freaked out. Because if I typed in Transformers, it should at least have pulled up something about the movie. I tried a bunch of other sites, and nothing came up." She rubbed her face. "And then I checked my movie shelf."

I snorted. "And what? All your movies were gone?"

Tori looked at me with a blank stare. "Only the Transformers movies were gone."

Now I was a little freaked out. "So what? Maybe a sibling took them and is playing a joke on you."

"I don't have a brother or sister."

I looked at Jason accusingly. He held his hands up. "Hey, I ain't that stupid. I know better than ta touch her Transformers stuff."

Staring at the table, deep in thought, I asked Tori, "So you think that Transformers suddenly doesn't exist?"

She looked a little pale. Hell, she's Goth. Of course she does. She shook her head. "No, I don't think it vanished out of the movie world. I think….. I think it became real."

My head snapped up. "You WHAT? That's freakin' impossible! It's just a movie!"

Tori glared at me. "Well, at exactly 12:26 this morning, I woke up. For no reason at all. There was something different about the air. Something…." she trailed off.

Jason was staring at the table. "Something electrical." He whispered.

I stared at both of them. "You both woke up at exactly….12:26? The same time I was born? Your kidding."

Tori narrowed her eyes at me. "Well, I'm sorry if that's too much to wrap your pretty little head around, but, yes, we both did."

I slammed my hand on the table, making her, Jason, and several people around us jump. "What is your problem? This is the second time I've had to ask you this. I'm getting tired of your attitude. You act like I ran over your cat."

Tori looked surprised for a moment, then her cool blue gaze hardened. "Why don't you ask your filthy rich mom about the book store she shut down to open a bar near her house?"

I stared at her in shock. "Book store? We've only been here for a few days-"

Tori narrowed her eyes at me. "But your mom came here to pick out a house didn't she? When she found the perfect little house, she just had to have a bar that was only a mile away. You rich people think your better than every one else. But there's people who have to actually work to make a living. You shut down my parents bookstore, our only way to pay the bills. Now we're struggling to pay the effin' water bill on time!"

My eyes burned with the threat of angry tears. This was always the problem I had with making friends. People thought just because my family had money that life was easy. They didn't know the whole story. But me, lucky me, got to experience it first hand.

Jason put his hand on my shoulder. "AJ-"

I slid his hand off my shoulder. "No, Jason. If she wants to feel that way, let her." I gave Tori a cold glare. "But do you anything about me, besides the amount of wealth my family has?"

Something flitted across Tori's face. Uncertainty.

My sight blurred. Tears. But I wouldn't cry in front of these people. I shook my head. "You don't know half the story. My parents are divorced. They have been since I was a year old. My dad lives in Florida. I haven't talked to him in 5 years. My mom gives me crap everyday. It makes me dread going home. I never had a friend at my old schools. I actually thought things would be different here. But I guess everyone is the same."

I stood up, suddenly feeling sick. I grabbed my messenger bag and slung it on my shoulder. I looked at Jason. "Sorry, Jason. But I guess we just weren't meant to be friends." I flashed him a smile. "I still beat you on the rope."

I nodded at Tori, who looked as blank as ever. "Sorry about your book store."

I gave them one last look and began walking towards the door.

I never noticed the forest-green eyes that followed me the whole way.

I pushed the back door open.

I was leaving school. Skipping on my first day might sound bad, but I've done it so many times that I'm finally immune to the nervousness of the bad deed.

I just….really didn't feel like dealing with school. With life, actually. Yep, that's me. If I don't want to deal with something, run from it.

It was still raining I noticed with a scowl. Pulling up my hood, I ran through the rain to my Challenger RT. I found it in the spot where I left it and got in. Slamming the door shut, I sighed and leaned my head against the headrest. I began to hum to myself, but after a few minutes I stopped and listened to the rain hit the windshield…..

….and the engine start up.

My eyes flew open.

My car pulled itself out of the parking lot. The steering wheel was moving all by itself. I stared at the dash board. "What. The. Hell?"

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. And screamed.

There was a boy that looked a few years older than me in the backseat. He had slightly curly hair that was as black as ink. His eyes were a glowing blue. He was wearing black jeans, tennis shoes, and a white t-shirt. He had on a black leather jacket. There was a symbol on the area where his heart would be. A very familiar symbol.

The Autobot insignia.

He held his hands up. "Okay, AJ, don't freak out-"

My inner warrior took over. I punched him in the nose.

He glared, holding his nose. "I said don't freak out."

Hey, you guys. Hope you liked this. Second transformers story. If you like this, read my other story, Life and Its Not-So-Little Surprises. Again, review.

Also, if you are wondering what a 2010Challenger RT looks like, go to Google images and type in 2010 Challenger RT. it's a pretty sweet car.

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