**Trying my hand at a Transformers story… we'll see how it goes! This is just an introduction to my character, I promise it will meet Team Prime eventually. I'd like to hear you're thoughts; male or female transformer? Hope you enjoy!**
Annie ran down the street, dodging people and vaulting over a trashcan before tipping it over. She heard the guy shouting behind her and stole a glance backward.
"Get back here now! Stop!" the guy stumbled over the fallen trashcan. Annie clutched a handful of chip bags and a six-pack of soda against her chest as she swerved around a woman. She smiled as the out of shape convenience store worker tried to get by the startled woman, and succeeded in running her over.
Annie rounded the corner of the street and spotted the sleek black car up ahead. The window was rolled down, the inside an inviting black pit. Annie tossed the food through the window and was just about to jump inside when a hand grabbed her tank top. She spun toward the hood of the car, dragging the worker toward the door. His grip is iron tight though.
"You little!" he chokes out between gulps of air, "How dare you—"
Suddenly the car door flung open, sending the worker spilling onto the sidewalk. His hand jerked free of Annie's tank top. The door closes, and without a thought Annie dives through the window head first. Her feet are still wiggling through as the tires screech and the car peels away. Annie hears the faint shouts of the worker and smiles.
She takes a second to catch her breath. "Well, that went surprisingly well," she joked. Annie maneuvered her feet around until she was upright, then slide over to the empty driver's seat. Humming, she grabs a bag of slightly crushed chips and rips into the bag.
"Thank god for fat gas station workers, I was starving!" Annie said between chips.
"Did you grab any motor oil on the way out?"
Annie laughed and shook her head. "I distinctly remember someone telling me they didn't need any substance?" She licked the chip dust off her fingers. "So, where to next, partner in crime?
"I don't care, so long as it's out of town," the car replied.
"It was only a couple bucks worth of food—hardly worth putting out the arrest for," Annie mumbled, glancing out the window at the stores flashing past.
"I don't want to take any chances. You remember Parowan."
"Yeah, yeah," Annie sighed. The town flitted past; small mom-and-pop stores, houses that looked eighty years old, and people, waving to each other, having lunch. Everyone seemed to having a good time, smiling and laughing.
"I want to go home," Annie blurted out suddenly.
The car screeched to a halt. Annie had to brace herself against the steering wheel, accidently blaring the horn. Other cars swerve around her, honking as well, a few drivers yelling and giving her the finger. Annie mouths I'm sorry, before remembering the windows were tinted. The car rights itself, and soon they're back at normal speed, albeit with a wider berth that before.
"And why would you want that?" The car asked, icy calm.
"I'm just feeling homesick, that's all. And really townsick, you could say," Annie said reassuringly. "We don't even have to visit my actual house. Promise."
The car is silent for awhile, turning down streets and stopping at lights. Annie regretted even asking the question. She's about to apologize, when the car sighs and says, "Fine. Next stop, Jasper, Nevada."