This is just a little experiment to see if it's good. I have two other chapters, and they're being held hostage until I get people telling me to put more out. :) So R&R if you want more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you some of the wonderful people working with the NEST program, Isabella Swan!"

With no more than the Secretary of Defense's introduction, I strode up onto the stage—

Um, maybe this isn't the best place to start. Maybe I should start a year before, when I lived in California with my twin sister (yeah, yeah. I'm actually Isabella Banes-Swan. Mom divorced Dad and I just stayed with Mikaela).

So we were just chilling out at the lake like usual. Mikaela got all pissy because her boyfriend called her a "little bunny" and we had to walk back home. Luckily, she's got guys falling all over her and this dude named Sam pulled up in some beat-up old Camero and offered us a ride home. Halfway there, the radio got all jacked up and the car started going all haywire. Mikaela and I got out, and she started messing around with the engine. I grinned at Sam, who was making goo-goo eyes at her bare stomach. He caught my look, and frowned. Mikaela was rambling about the car.

"And this squirts the fuel in so you can go faster."

Like the dumbass he was, Sam replied, "I like to go faster."

Then he did a facepalm. While Mikaela wasn't looking, I slapped him.

"You idiot!" I whispered. "What the hell do you think you're doing? She is so out of your league."

Sam frowned again, and I waggled my eyebrows. He glared. Mikaela looked up and smiled, almost too innocently. "Get in and try to start it."

He jumped in and tried to get the engine to turn over. When it didn't work, Mikaela sighed. "It's Sam, right? Listen, we'll see you at school."

And then in her ultra-high heels, short skirt, and belly-button-bearing top, she flounced off. I threw a look at Sam and followed. I was surprised she could walk in those shoes.

"What're you thinking, Twin? He'd bend over backwards for you!" I exclaimed, but quietly so Sam wouldn't hear.

"I am thinking," Mikaela replied, "that he is a dork that wants one thing only."

I groaned. "In that outfit, everyone wants one thing only. You look like a slut."

My sister frowned. I smiled. "Yeah, reality is a bitch, honey."

"Asshole," Mikaela muttered and started jogging.

I once again wondered how she could do that in her high heels. The car's engine caught behind us and Sam was yelling. "HEY! HEY! MIKAELA! BELLA! WAIT!"

Mikaela turned around and grinned. I shook my head, muttering. "That lucky sonovabitch."

Fast forward a day. Mikaela and I were sitting at Burger King, arguing about cars, when some idiot made his bike flip on the sidewalk. That idiot was Sam. Mikaela looked surprised. "That was, uh... that was really awesome."

"Felt awesome," he replied.

"Are you okay?" Mikaela asked, slightly worried.

"No, I'm not okay, alright? I'm losin' my mind a little bit. Gettin' chased by my car right now, gotta go!" Sam yelled.

Then he jumped back on the bike—oh poor Sam, he had a pink bicycle—and pedaled off. The old-ass Camero shot down the road after him. Mikaela leapt on her scooter (surprisingly fast) and I jumped on my old dirt bike. I was off, following after the car. I heard the buzz of the scooter behind me. I kicked it into high gear and soon began gaining on the Camero. It cut down another road and I kept straight through the parking garage, because I could see Sam on his pink bike. Suddenly he crashed into a cop car. I stopped, about ready to get off and go help Sam. He tried to explain, but the cop kept revving and trying to hit Sam. Then it transformed. Words can't describe it, but the car just turned into a gigantic robot. I almost screamed, but kept myself from it. I just sat there and watched.

"Are you eBay user ladiesman217? ARE YOU EBAY USER LADIESMAN217?"

Sam cowered back. "Yeah."

"WHERE ARE THE GLASSES? THE GLASSES!"

At that point, Moron McGee had the good sense to start running. He saw me, climbed on the bike, and yelled in my ear, "GO!"

I whipped around and gunned it. The bike growled and shot forward. Mikaela was just entering the garage. I motioned for her to follow, and the scooter started speeding up with us. My twin hadn't been pushing the scooter as fast as it would go. She screamed, "What the hell is that thing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Sam and I yelled at the same time. I reached back and slapped him.

The Camero pulled out in front of us and the door swung open. Sam managed to convince Mikaela to get in, and then she yelled at me to get in. I shook my head. "No, I'm not leaving my bike. I'll get out of here."

"Promise me you'll be safe?" Mikaela asked.

"Promise," I replied.

And then I took off, not heading for the obvious exit but deeper into the garage.

I looked over my shoulder. "HEY UGLY!"

The robot looked up, angry. It started after me. "Oh shit!"

I gunned my bike as fast as it would go and wove through the maze of a garage. I hoped Mikaela and Sam had gotten out. I bust through a window and into the late afternoon sun. It shifted back into car form and began driving after me instead of running. I made a few lucky turns and got myself into a fix. I was stuck in a bad place. I fell backwards off my bike, and there was a loud whirring noise. My trusty old pink dirt bike (which I had since I was 13, which was four years before that date) grew upwards into a robot and crouched in front of me in a protective position. I yelped. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!"

Enter the psychotic cop car, which turned into a robot when it saw me and the other psychotic robot. Then they had this gigantic robot brawl. The yellow Camero came screaming down the alley, ejected Mikaela and Sam on the other side of the death brawl, then turned into a robot, too.

"Holy—!" Mikaela yelled.

Sam shrunk back. "What the—!"

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, and ran around the giant three-droid death match.

Mikaela hugged me, and Sam hugged both of us.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!" I whimpered over and over.

Mikaela nodded, and Sam just kept watching the robots, wide-eyed. The yellow bot and the pink bot killed the really psycho robot, then turned to us. I actually screamed, and tumbled over backwards. The pink robot snickered, then spoke to us and its voice was definitely female. "My designation is Arcee. This is my comrade, Bumblebee. We are not here to hurt you."

I just gaped, mouth open unattractively. Mikaela looked like she was debating either slapping herself or running away screaming. Sam tried to speak, but nothing came out. I lightly slapped myself.

"Um... What are you? I mean, if you don't mind me asking. I don't want to be rude but it's like... there's nothing on Earth like you guys," I babbled, trying to keep from freaking out even more.

Bumblebee crouched down (did I mention they were really tall, like a little under twenty feet?) and did what looked like a grin. I looked up at his gigantic figure, framed by quickly darkening sky. A string of radio clips played from the gigantic yellow robot. "Message from Starfleet, captain... Raining down like visitors from the heavens, hallelujah!"

"So you're aliens?" Mikaela finally spoke.

Arcee did a face palm as Bumblebee clapped and pointed at her. "Thank you, thank you!"

Arcee smiled at me, and they both transformed back into the vehicles.

"Any more questions you wanna ask?" asked Bumblebee.

Mikaela and I each took a step back, and Sam looked at us. "They want us to go with them."

"Um..." my sister and I said at the same time.

Sam grinned. "When you look back at this day fifty years from now, don't you wanna say you had the guts to get in the car, or on the bike, in Bella's case?"

Mikaela rolled her eyes and got in the car with Sam. I warily looked at my innocent-looking dirt bike, then got on. It snarled underneath me, sounding angry and hungry. Usually it purred like a cat.

"You might want to hang on!" came Arcee's voice through the radio.

Bumblebee shot off and Arcee followed. We went through some of the back roads and eventually got to this really high hilltop. Arcee transformed up to her robot form and pointed to the stars. Bumblebee transformed, too, and we humans looked up at the night sky. What looked like a cluster of meteors were streaking towards us at an impossible speed. Mikaela reached over and took Sam's hand. He smiled, and I chuckled under my breath. Arcee looked at me knowingly. The meteors whizzed over our heads, and Arcee and Bumblebee whipped around. Arcee grabbed me and turned into the bike, somehow managing to get me on the seat the correct way. We took off, and I heard Bumblebee following behind us. I tightened my grip on the well-worn handlebars as Arcee rounded a corner way too close for comfort. And then we stopped in an alleyway, which was silent and peaceful—though slightly too smelly to be nice. Bumblebee basically ejected Mikaela and Sam, then both he and Arcee stood up.

It seemed for a few moments that nothing would happen, but then the rumbling of engines sounded. There was a green and yellow Hummer rescue truck, a gray Pontiac sports car, a big black GMC truck, and a blue eighteen-wheeler cab with those red/orange/yellow flames on the side. Each of them had the same red emblem somewhere on the car body that looked like a robot head, just like Arcee and Bumblebee had. And also like the two robots I was already somehow used to, they transformed into really, really tall robots. Arcee spoke first.

"You not only go and dump me on a planet where I'm alone with Bumblebee of all Autobots, but I also get the human kid that's such a klutz that I've barely kept her alive these past three years. You have some explaining, Optimus," Arcee growled, glaring up at the tall blue bot.

"Lucy, you have some s'plaining to do," I muttered under my breath, trying not to smile.

Mikaela gave me a long, disapproving look. Sam just looked at me, confused. Stupid moron didn't know where the quote was from. I knew where it was from, because I had heard it on Ghost Whisperer, looked it up on the Internet, and found it was from the Lucille Ball Show. None of the robots heard me.

The really tall blue robot dude looked down at her from probably twenty-summide feet and replied, "Bumblebee had already chosen the boy, and the girl is crucial, as is her sister. You did well, youngling."

Arcee looked very unhappy, but took a step back. I raised my hand and without being acknowledged, launched straight in. "First off, I don't appreciate being talked about like I'm not even fricking here. My name is Bella. Get it straight. Secondly, I don't even know who the hell or what the hell you are. Thirdly, I'd love to know who the hell you are and what the hell you are."

Mikaela elbowed me, and I shot her the Evil Eye. Sam looked at me like he thought I was going to get smashed by one of the big robots. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at them. "Alright. I'm listening. I bet Slut and Man-ho—" I got glares from both Mikaela and Sam "—over there would lurve to know who and what you are, too."

The big black robot did the bot approximation of a grin. "I like her. She's got spunk."

Arcee grinned down at me. Mr. Blue Bot looked at them strangely, and crouched down so he could see me better. "I am leader of the Autonomous Robotic Organisms—better known as Autobots—who originate from the dying planet Cybertron. We are here to find the All Spark, which can be used by us to restore our planet, and also by the Decepticons to create an army to enslave not only your race, but our own as well. My name is Optimus Prime."

The green-and-yellow bot looked at us. "My designation is Ratchet. I am the medic. And the boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the female."

Mikaela and Sam took a step away from each other. I snickered. The cool black bot grinned again. "I'm Ironhide. Feelin' lucky, punk?"

Then he pointed this giant cannon at me. I took a step back. "Nah, man. I don't want any trouble."

He stood down. The silver-ish bot looked at us, too. "Yo, I'm Jazz. This looks like a cool place to kick it."

Then he jumped backwards onto a ratty old car, and sat. Bumblebee looked at us playing a song clip. "You can check on the rep, yep, second to none."

"That's Bumblebee," Optimus explained. "His vocal capacitor was damaged in battle."

Ratchet scanned Bumblebee with something. "I'm still working on that."

Arcee grinned. "And you quite obviously know I'm Arcee. I'm your Guardian, Bella. Just like Sam's got Bee."

"Pardon me say what?" I questioned. "What the hell is a Guardian?"

"We're assigned to protect you," Arcee replied. "You definitely need a Guardian. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep you alive for the past four years? Huh?"

I blushed. Mikaela laughed, saying, "Oh yeah! Belly Boo is a klutz. Did I mention that?"

Ironhide sniggered and I made a very rude gesture at him. Sam practically fell over laughing. "Oh wow, Bella. Only you would flip off the gigantic alien robot with the gigantic cannons, who could either step on you and squish you or blast you to smithereens."

"Yeah... Not my best decision," I said nervously, and I took a step back.

Jazz looked like he was concentrating on something, and then burst out laughing. "Yo Ironhide, dude, you got insulted by the freakin' human chick."

Ironhide shot me a look. I shrugged. Mikaela looked up at the robots. "Okay, what the hell did that police car robot want?"

Optimus looked like he was about to say something when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie."

"Oh, hi daddy! What's up?"

"Renee just called."

"And?"

"You're going to go live with Charlie."

"What! Daddy, I'm seventeen! She can't tell me what to do and where to live!"

"Your mom can because she holds primary custody."

"Ugh fuck that! I'll tell mom hell no and stay here!"

"She's not gonna like that. Bells, you know I want you to stay."

"Daddy, you're gonna make me go, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but Renee's making me make you go. I'm sorry sweetheart."

"Aw daddy. Please!"

"Sorry honey."

"Ugh I hate this! I guess I'll be back by the house soon to pick up my stuff."

"You're leaving tomorrow."

"Love you daddy. I'm gonna miss you."

"Love you too sweetie."

I hung up and Mikaela looked at me. "No way. No way. NO FUCKING WAY. You are not, I repeat, not leaving me here in the middle of all this robot alien drama to go live in boring-ass Washington with Renee's ex. And why the hell wouldn't she make me go, too?"

I shrugged at her. Sam looked panicked. "No, no, no! I am not getting left alone with Mikaela because, without my good-luck Bella, I go back to awkward Sam with no witty comebacks."

I frowned at him. "Take it up with Renee, you two. I'm sorry, but I've gotta opt out of the robot drama because I've gotta live with my mom's ex in Washington."

"I'm coming with you!" said Arcee automatically.

"Are you sure?" Optimus asked, eyeing her thoughtfully.

She nodded. "Of course. Who else is going to keep Bella alive?"

Everyone laughed, even Mikaela and Sam. Arcee turned into a bike and I got on. We rode towards my home and I wondered what I had left behind.

Any good? I'm not sure. Anyway, I'm proud cuz it's 2718 words without these AN's I'm putting on. Love and Nyan Cats to all!