hi all you people i kinda dont really know but i still want to know
I woke up around sunrise, dazed and groggy. Sam was still asleep, his faced pressed against the window. I yawned. The radio turned to a channel that was clearer than any station I have ever heard in my entire life. "Are you awake? Your guardian is following behind us. Just to let you know, you are a fugitive. Megatron came back to life and he really wants you and that piece of the All Spark. We are going to a small village in Jordan, one your parents went to when they were Sam's age. I miss them."
I couldn't talk I was so surprised. The robot talked through the stereo. "Um, that's nice. I always knew I was going to be a fugitive. How pleasant. How long was I out?" I asked. I felt stupid, talking to thin air.
"A few days. You two must not get a lot of sleep. Or you two were recovering from the shock of your parent's cars being alien robots. I would be more freaked than your brother. After you fell asleep, he had a panic attack. I almost stopped and killed him. He was worried about you. No offense but he is kinda out there." The radio then laughed.
I laughed too. Sam was a bit out there. As in strange. But he could make so many friends. "We were a very strange family. Me and Sam didn't get much sleep since Mom. We actually stayed up day and night since Dad. I stopped going to school and Sam dropped out to get a job. We procrastonated reading their wills for thee months. I have taken a liking to black coffee with lots of shots. We would never think that our parents were involved with aliens. All they told us was that the milatary were friends with them."
Bumblebee seemed to understand."When your mother died we were devastated. Makayla saved me when we first met. My feet got blown off and your mother stayed by my side. Your father was my very best friend. When the government first were our enemies, they captured me. Your father tried to save me. He did. I owe him my life. Then when he told me he was dying and he needed me to be your brother's keeper, I agreed. Ironhide suggested to be yours even though Ratchet would be a better gaurdian. Being friends with Ironhide means that you get unlimitless weapons. Last thing you need."
"Before I fell asleep, I was reading those files," I stated.
"Yeah, what good bedtime stories. Stories of alien robots fighting each other. What about it?"
I took a deep breath and pulled out a file. It was about the All Spark. "This one states part of the All Spark is in military hands. But they don't know that I have a piece of it. They don't know that I even touched it. And what happens if I touched it?" I asked, worried.
Bumblebee didn't answer for a few minutes. I looked out the window. "Nothing bad. The All Spark just gave all it's information to you. Decepticons want you. You have all the information they need to blow up the sun again. It is in our history. You have to ask somebody else. I don't know much. But if you don't get into their clutches, they want what's in your pocket. But they won't go near your military because Autobots joined forces with them. We just have to wait and see."
I nodded. Sam was waking up. He opened his eyes and looked at me, relieved. "Hello Brooke. How is our robotic friend?"
I shrugged and pointed to the radio. "Ask him."
Sam laughed. "Do you remember when Dad told you about that book he was reading? The one about how to take apart a giant robot and put it back together again?"
"Man, I really wish I read that book."
Sam put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small book. It looked old. "Your wish is granted."
I grabbed the book and flipped through it. The illistrations were what that evil robt looked like, and in the captions were Dad's notes. Sparks are in middle of robot body. I flipped the page, and read more. "Apparently, I could blow up one of these bad boys with one of my grenades. But if I wanted to blow up one of these bigger ones, I need to make something bigger...that sounds perfect to me."
Bumblebee chuckled. "Your parents were right. Ironhide and you would get along well. We are here. Your parents bought a small little house here just in case you two become fugitives."
I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. Sam did too. There was a sign on the house. Home of the Whitwicky family, I read. Sam ran inside, while I got something out of my bag. I always kept something that I would think help me, one of my inventions. I kicked Bemblebee bumper lightly. "Do you aliens show up on radar?" I asked curiously. The little device in my hand would solve many problems if they were.
Bumblebee transformed into his robot form. I could see why he was named Bumblebee. The car doors were wings on his back. I wonder if they work. Bumblebee kneeled down. "Yes, a bit. We are faint traces. But if you look closer, you can see us."
I switched on the box. It made a small noise, and started to beep. On the small screen I put on it, everything in one thousand miles dissapeared. "If you get out of the one thousand mile limit, you show up on the radar a bit more than usual for a minute. Let's just say that it makes a village seem more like Vegas. But only for fifteen seconds to a minute. So don't stray too far from home," I joked as I threw the cube on a patio table beside of me.
The silver truck transformed into Ironhide. He looked at the small cube. "Why is our acient language srawled all over this cube?" He asked me.
I looked at the metal. The marking were identical to the ones in the files Mom had. "My guess is this is part of something important. My father gave me this metal when I was a little girl, telling me that when I make something out of it, to remember home always. I still have scrap metal and gadets I made out of it." I dug through my backpack for a minute, pulling out different things.
Ironhide looked at my sticky bombs and other weapons while Bumblebee took an interest to my other gadgets. There were tracking devices, shields that will keep you from danger and off the radar, walkie talkies that I tuned up so me and Sam could stay in touch if we were on opposite sides of the world, a flamethrower that was only as small as my swiss army knife, rope made out of a rare spider's web stuff (they hate it when you have to milk them for it), and my swiss army knife that also shot arrows. "You are a genius," Ironhide exlaimed after he looked at the last grenade.
"Well, there is genius. But I am Brooklyn Marie Whitwicky geius."
hope you like. review happy things. please. with bumblebee and ironhide and optomis prime and JAZZ on top? bye to all you people i dont really know bt want to know!
