She was a natural tomboy.

One with a thirst for mechanics. And in this society, females with male qualities are often looked down upon, and because of that, she hid who she really was. To the jocks, she was a beautiful "innocent" little girl. The whore and slut to Trent DeMarco, the HBIC (Head Bitch In Charge) of Tranquility High's football team.

But there were others.

The others who saw through her forged mask.

One particular Sam Witwicky.

She had known him (if she remembered) since kindergarten. Trent always had a knack for bullying that poor boy. The guy actually had once been called Nerdy "Whitt Wiki" for a whole semester straight.

But he wasn't the only one suffering. Other kids had to suffer Trent's wrath.

Including her.

He'd sometimes force himself on her. Abuse her minorly in the process. She'd be called his "Little Bunny", and on some rare occasions, bring his friends for some "fun".

But she wasn't a "Little Bunny".

She was Mikaela Banes. A street smart tomboy born in 1990.

-

She was sleeping in her ruffled bed, making little noise while she did. It was quiet, her brain unconsciously active to defend herself at any moment if necessary.

Then there was a noise.

Someone was trying to sneak in!

But by the sounds of it, trying to sneak out.

Still donning her jeans and greasy tank top from this morning, nine year old Mikaela got out of bed. Making sure take her pocket knife with her, she ventured into the scrapyard, following the booted footprints.

The noises and rustling got louder and louder everytime she got close.

She got her knife ready, only to see that it was her father: Colin Banes.

"Daddy? What are you doing?"

Colin turned with a gasp, "Sweetie! Go back to bed."

"Where are you going?"

Colin sighed, "I have to take care of some... business."

"Can I come?"

She can see the cogs turning in her father's head.

"Fine, only because we can't afford a 'sitter, especially this late. And I can't leave you by yourself."

He started walking to one of "his" cars.

"What ever you do, stay quiet."

-

It was after school when Trent decided to host a "private" on a public lake. She rode on the jock's customized Hummer, and for a brief minute lost control of her desires to see how the masterpiece ticked. As usual, the event was boring. She was so sick and tired of being his showgirl. Her day was about to become interesting for the second time when Sam of all people came to hang out.

No, scrap that, Miles Lancaster of all people. The little weirdo that was climbing the tree.

Since she was considering ditching Trent, she examined Sam. The boy had been crushing hard on her for years, but her habit of dating strong looking men always got the best of her. Now her reputation as an "untouchable beauty" probably affected him greatly. Though she had to admit she was surprised at his attempt to take on Trent, and if she hadn't intervened, he would've been 100ft under. The tomboy felt a ping of sadness as he left, and the distraction let down her walls and revealed her mechanic side. Trent didn't like what she said, and told her to redeem herself by hopping back for her "punishment". Going as far as to call her "Little Bunny".

Finally, after all those years, she made her mark, directly and brutally on his face before sauntering off in her unique way. Without a car, she began to walk the ten mile journey alone, not even bothering to steal Trent's diseased vehicle.

-

"Daddy?"

"Stay back sweetie."

Colin turned back to the looming threat.

"Don't do this Carl, you're making a mistake."

Carl gripped his pistol, aiming directly at Colin.

"You already made one coming here."

He seemed to notice her.

"And for fucks sake, bringing Kaela with you. Is there a line you don't cross Colin?"

The man in question tightened his grip around the crowbar. "You know why I have to do this. Life in these parts of Tranquility? You do what you gotta do."

Carl's eye narrowed, "I always suspected, but never like this. I never thought I'd be friends with a fuck'n theif."

"Car-"

"I TRUSTED YOU! How could you!"

Mikaela flinched, "Carl, we di-"

The hostile man pointed his gun at her. The girl's eye widened in terror. Colin moved in retaliation, striking Carl in the head with the crowbar in one fell swoop.

Mikaela watched as he hit him again.

Again

Again

Again

"Stop!"

Colin freezed.

As if he realized what was doing, he threw the crowbar away, like it was some possessed object.

He was shaking, "I'm sorry."

She walked over to hug him.

"I wanna go home."

"O-Ok sweetie."

He went over to the car he was here for in the first place, looking inside the passenger side for something. Minutes passed, and he didn't get out. Concerned, she walk over and saw he was sleeping.

She sighed and looked around, she didn't want to be here forever.

Coming to a decision, she opened the drivers side of the car and looked for the keys.

There weren't any.

She sighed frustratedly, until she decided to pull the risky move of hotwiring the vehicle.

After a few attempts, the car came to life. It's now 4:00 pm Pacific time, and she had to complete the five mile journey that awaited her.