After the attack in Mission City I've been blind in my left eye. Medics said I will never regain sight again due to the major cut in it. We moved to Chicago with nothing except the clothes on our back. Staying with my aunt and uncle; we lived a good four year with them. Then another invasion happened the next year, but this time I didn't lose another eye.

The ground shook violently from where we were standing. My mom grabbed my 12 year-old hand.

"It's happening again," she whispered. "Mark!" My dad ran out of the coffee shop,

"We have to go now!"

The three of us dash to our grey volkswagen. Dad rev up the engine and drove away from the danger. Explosions were close by and stray rubble hit the car.

"Is Aunt Joan and Uncle Jerry okay?" I asked in fear. Both of my parents muttered, "Shit," under their breath. The car made a sharp right and before we could travel any farther our car collided with another car. The air was filled with screams and dust when I got out. Dad hurried to the passenger side and helped my mom out. Out of the corner of my eye a green streak flashed and shot a woman who disintegrated. Mom and dad stared at horror at the woman's remains. The luster robot laughed and shooted at more people. It beady red eyes narrowed towards me. Everything went into slow-motion mode in my mind. Mom and dad looked at me and yelled.

"Run Erica!" My feet were still, I was scared. Before I could finally move the robot pulled his trigger.

My dad and mom saved my life by sacrificing theirs. Their lips moved as they slowly disappeared into my hands. 'Love you' they lipped. Their ashes laid in my hands. The sound of another shot ringed through my ears, but this time it wasn't the one who killed my parents. I didn't have time to see what it was as I ran for my life. I stashed the ashes into my blue coat pocket as I turned into the next corner. An alleyway, I thought.

I don't know what happened but my mind told me to climb those escape ladders. Stepping on the dumpster and jumping onto the ladder the sound of skidding, and spark, came through the alley. Trying to look through the cloud of smoke the mean looking robot goran, and the red lights in it eyes slowly faded. I wanted to get a closer look. I was twelve! I did stupid stuff. Jumping down from the ladder I hopped onto the metal machine with a 'cling'. It shifted a little when I got on it. I wasn't scared… Okay, I was, but more than scared. Like the feeling you know that this thing can kill you.

Inching closer towards the face another glow caught my attention. It's chest also had a faint glow. The light twinkled, sparkled, and whatever kind of word you could describe it. My blind eye started hurting, but not a lot. As the light was almost nothing, I touched the compartment. I felt a 'zap' at my fingertips. My left eye, the blind one, started to have a scorching feeling. Screaming in pain, weird symbols started to appear in my head. Not only symbol's but what seems like memories. Memories of war on another planet. I opened my eyes, so I wouldn't see the violent memories.

My screams turned into whimpers and tears. I touched my parents ashes in my pocket. Their gone, gone forever from my life. I continued to cry for what seems like forever. Hiccups escaped from my mouth, wiping away the tears I blinked. It was quiet. It felt safer. How long did I cried? Getting off of the robot I walked to the end of the alleyway.

"Oh my goodness," I said in shock. Everything wasn't in halfs anymore I could see the full setting! I could see clearly again! Stepping out more into the city, I gasped at the sight. Everything was all rubble now. Symbols started flashing again. I started twitching and I closed my eyes. The symbols started to form what looks like a sentence and then a image of what looks like the robot that killed my parents flashed. If you ever watched The Matrix and they have that green coding screen up. It kind of looks like that in my head. The symbols started to transform into words I could understand, and other words I didn't know.

"Is this a blueprint?" I asked myself. It looked like it was, but my head was over filling with different blueprints for different robots. I needed it to stop. I kept whispering "Stop, stop, stop." over and over again. If anymore informations tumbles in my head I'll be overloaded. I need to control this problem. Wait, this is just like a coding screen… "Thank you Uncle Jerry for teaching me how to code the little things" I whispered. I concentrated and try to, mentally, input a different coding screen as the blueprints keep going. The little screen popped up.

"Cool! but weird okay now lets code." Mentally putting letters and numbers was hard, but I got it. The blueprints stopped and were stored, and locked away, in my head. Weird, very weird, I felt like a computer I thought. I looked at my hands and patted different part of my body to make sure I wasn't a computer.

The noise of multiple helicopters flew over my head. One helicopter landed a couple of yards away from me. Men in military jumped out with their guns ready. The person in front spotted me and yelled at the two behind to fetch me. They nodded and jogged towards me. The others looked for more survivors. The one of the men carried me while the other one covered him.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"I feel okay," he smiled and he didn't asked me anymore questions. The aircraft was soon filled with other survivors, and we took off towards a city in Wisconsin. We all stayed in a little camp for a couple of weeks so everyone could get organized and get home. Or to new homes. When one of the people who helps arounds asked if I had family the first people who popped in my head was Uncle Jerry and Aunt Joan. I told them their names and she went to look in a list where names was recorded in the camp and other camps.

She told me their names weren't there. She gave me hope that their were still lots of missing people in Chicago. More weeks passed and no sign of Uncle or Auntie names were coming up. The same helper told me that their body were found underneath the building we lived in. I started crying as I lost more family. Then there was phone call for me a day after. It was my cousin Robert. He told me that I would be living with him from now on, even though he was still in his third year in college. I love Robert, he was just like a brother to me. I was happy when he told me get got me a plane ride to where he is, Maui.

Onto a plane within minutes I was flying towards Maui, Hawaii. Robert still looked the same when he visited us in Chicago for christmas. I cried when I got off the terminal and saw him. He was crying too. Aunt Joan and Uncle Jerry were his parents. We lost our parents on the same day. Soon we were off to his apartment and we pasted a beach. I told him to stop at the beach he shrugged and parked at Sandbridge Beach. I took out two red velvet bags and opened them both. Robert looked at me with a surprised face.

"Are these-" he started,

"These are my parents ashes." I smiled warily. He took one of the ashes, "Let me help you, they were my family too." I nodded and we both walked towards the warm sea water. We tossed the ashes at the sea. When we were done we watched the sunset and said nothing, it was nice. Robert lived in a one room apartment with a decent looking living room and bathroom, but no kitchen. I was given the room and he would take the couch in the living room. He insisted I take the room because girls needed their privacy. I was going to go be in the new middle school after summer is over, and I probably won't see Robert most of the afternoon. His classes start at noon.

Days started to turn into weeks then months. The kids in the middle school we're friendly, but they kept asking what happened in Chicago. I stopped talking to them because I was tired of answering their consistent questions. It sometimes make me cry when I think about my parents too. I think I scared them when I cried. And soon I had no friends. Oh well.

May came rolling and days inch closer to my 13th birthday. Coming home one day my bed had two presents on it. A small pink wrapped gift and a larger rectangular gift. A card on top of them I read out loud,

"Go ahead open them, you can thank me later-Robert," I smiled with glee. Opening the smaller box I discovered a purple cased Iphone my heart thumped with joy and I screamed with happiness. The bigger wrapped box was Roberts laptop, the one I always used for school. I shook my head and smiled even harder. It was already night and Robert walked through the door. I attacked him with a hug and we had a tickle fight. We had to stop when I banged the side of my head on the table. Robert check my head and notice something behind my ear.

"There's something weird behind your left ear Erica." I touched behind my ear there was a little slot.

"Weird," I said.

"It looks like you can fit a phone charger there." Robert said poking at it. I looked at him, he looked at me. We both nodded. Looking for a charger to see if any fits, my new phone charger fitted. The end was a usb cord so we connected to the laptop.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked,

"Well, it's too late lets see what happens." I plugged the charger behind my ear. Nothing happened until the import message showed up on the laptop. "You can import things?" He started laughing at me until kicked him in the stomach. "I don't know this is weird," I clicked import. The importing didn't take long and there was a folder that was imported. The file name was in the symbols I remember seeing in Chicago. How could I forgot about that?

"What is it?"

"I don't know yet, let me open it." I clicked on the folder and discovered the blueprints. "No way," I whispered I opened one of the blueprints.

"These look like the robots from Chicago," whispered Robert. "They are," there was a silence as we looked at the robot on the screen. "Why do you have them?" He asked.

"Something happened to me back in Chicago, I started twitching and these blueprints appeared in my head. It was right after I regain my sight, when I touch that shiny thing."

"Shiny thing?" Robert looked confused. I searched up the attackers from Chicago and found out about the Autobots and Decepticons. We never really knew their names we we're too fixed on the attack of Chicago. I looked up one of the pictures with the thing I touched. "There!" I pointed at the chest of the Decepticon. "I touched that," He looked at it closely.

"Weird," we both said.

"Well," started up Robert, "this is all too weird for me, since you can somehow import allien stuff and all. We'll talk about this in the morning. I think I'm going crazy, and so are you. Goodnight Erica."

"Goodnight?" I questioned. He waved goodbye and left the room. I looked at the blueprints some more and only found five of them maybe the thing in my head knew the laptop couldn't take in all of the blueprints. I looked at the last one and it looked like an Iphone. "An Iphone?" I looked at my new phone. I opened the information in my head I haven't looked at this info since I closed it, I didn't need to. I basically researched everything about this bots, from head to toe.

That's where I discovered

that things we built were bugged with Decepticons parts. I shut off

the informations and looked at my phone,

"Lets debugged you," it was only ten pm and tomorrow is Saturday anyways. I stepped out of the room and started looking for a tool box that Robert used once in a while. I found it next to the bookshelf. Snores we're coming from the couch as I ninja walked back to my bedroom.

I pried the phone cover and looked at the insides. My left eye started to tweak. I swear I'm part robot now. My eye had literally shown me the bad parts of my new phone. I picked off the black and red crawly stuff which took over four hours.

With the parts taken apart I decided to upgrade my phone. The blueprint popped up for a different looking robot, not one I seen before. I imported the blueprint onto the laptop and started reshaping my phone. Finishing around seven in the morning I recheck the different parts and 'transformed' it back into it's phone mode. I know transformers scan the object that has the mass like theirs, but I made a few changes to that. All it needs now is a Spark.

"Spark, Spark, where can I get a Spark?" I looked into my mental robot encyclopedia. I sighed after 30 minutes. What I needed is the Allspark, which I don't have obviously. I sighed and laid my head on my desk. My desk was covered with discarded tools and little shreds of phone parts.

The Deception bugs were dead floating on top of a cup of bleach. I yawned and touched my phone. A zap passed through my fingertips and my phone started to shake. The phone transformed and looked at me with it's lens. I gasped,

"Wha-what?" Its wings started to lift off the desk. "How, how did I do that?" I looked at my left hand then at the dragonfly shaped transformer. It swiftly landed on my shoulder and nuzzled my dark caramel colored hair. I lifted the dragonfly with my fingers. I wonder if it could respond,

"Hi," I said the bot twitch it's head and shortly respond with,

"Mommy!" I was surprised with its high pitched voice. "Mommy? You mean me?" It nodded it's head. "Um, do you have a name?" She laughed, I figured it was a she because of her voice and coloring, and said, "You didn't name me yet silly." I thought for a while, "How about Dragonfly? And Dragon for short?" She buzzed with joy, but suddenly transformed back into my phone. Robert opened the door.

"You look tired," he stated,

"I am tired been up all night." He looked at his watch,

"It's frickin nine Erica!," I smiled weakly and hopped into bed. "Good morning," I joked he sighed and shut the door. I can't wait to show him Dragonfly, and tell him my discoveries about the transformers.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Please leave a review, criticism, and etc. Anything helps :)

-Cedar Fisher