Yes, here it is! Lila's story! Please let me know what you think!

Hi. I'm Lila Sumdac. I'm not your ordinary girl. For starters, my father is actually a big huge yellow decepticon-fighting robot, but he has this chain that turns him into a human. And his name is Bumblebee. It's not exactly a name you come across everyday.

My mom, Sari, has been human all her life. Well, except for those rare times when she puts on the chain and turns into a femme, a female robot. I've yet to put on the chain to see what I'd be like, because my mom doesn't want me to. It's kinda strange because apparently she was really outgoing and daring when she was my age (which is 8), according to my dad.

Another reason I'm not your ordinary girl is because my whole house is a huge factory thats inhibited by more huge decepticon-fighting robots that call themselves autobots. There's Optimus Prime, the leader, Prowl, the independent one, Ratchet, the medical autobot, and Bulkhead, the one who, on the inside, is kinda a softie, when it comes to me and my mom. He's also been my babysitter sometimes, when the others were busy.

All in all, we're one big happy family.

"LILA!!"

Well, except for the times when I pull a prank or something.

"Coming!"

I skated into my family's corner of the factory, and opened the door to the bathroom. I stifled a giggle. My mom stood there, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her, with her hair (normally a bright red) pitch black. She did not look happy.

"Lila? What exactly did you do to my hair?!" her voice started out soft, then grew to a shout.

"Nothing, mom. You did something to your hair. I only did something to your shampoo."

Mom's eyes grew wide, then she whipped around and grabbed her shampoo bottle, then overturned it in the sink. Black hair dye came gushing out, headed for the drain.

"Lila Joy Sumdac, you tell me right now how long this will stay in my hair!"

I shifted, and looked at the floor. "Um, I didn't look too closely at the bottle, but I think it was..." I glanced up, then quickly looked back down. "...a month."

Mom put a hand over her face and groaned. Then, remarkably, she started laughing. I looked up cautiously, not sure what was going on. She looked at me and smiled.

"You remind me of myself when I was your age! Always playing pranks, getting into trouble." she ruffled her hand through my vivid red hair, which is the same color as hers. Then her smile faded. "Though it wasn't always my fault..." she stared off into space.

Finally I couldn't stand the silence any longer. "So...does this mean I'm free to go without...punishment?" She looked at me.

"Yeah, go run along." Relieved, I turned and bolted to the door.

"But first, you need to give me your key." I froze, my hand on the doorknob. I turned around and stared at my mom.

"What?! No!!" When I was six, my mom gave me her key, which lets me have access to certain places or things in the factory. It also repairs the autobots if they get damaged in battle. I'm told it once saved both my dad's and Optimus Prime's life.

Mom held her hand out without speaking. I scowled, and yanked it off my neck, handing it to her, glaring at the floor as I did so.

Her eyes softened. "Thank you, Lila. You'll get this back after a week of no pranks."

I stared at her. "What?!"

She kissed my forehead. "A week." I stood there unbelieving, then turned and stormed out the door. I went into the rec. room and sat down on the couch in front of the tv in a huff. I grabbed the remote, then started flicking through the channels super fast. I wasn't really looking for anything, it was just something to do. When I was around the 400's, Prowl came in and sat down.

"Get in trouble again?"

I scowled for an answer.

"What did you do this time?"

"Put black hair dye in mom's shampoo."

"I see." we sat there in silence for a minute, watching the channels flash by on the screen in a blur of color.

"What was your punishment?"

I turned off the tv and turned to glare at Prowl. "I got my key taken away! And I won't get it back until I go a week without any pranks!" I turned and glared at the blank tv. "It's not like they hurt anyone!"

Prowl shook his head. "You're so like your mom."

"Yeah, yeah."