A/N: Okay, this will be the first real chapter. It starts out before anything really happens at all. I might change a few things about your application if you sent one in, but it probably will stay the same in almost all the ways you described it.

You guys still have time to send in applications, please, I need A LOT more, I only got 2 so far and I need Autobots and Decepticons!! PLEASE!

Anyways, I'll just let you enjoy this next chapter.

-x-x-x-x-

Looking at my watch made the time go by even slower. I really wanted to get out of here and get home before my little sister, Daisy, did. If she got home first, she'd hog all of fathers' attention and I wouldn't be able to talk to him.

I turned my attention back to my teachers, Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, before they caught me looking away.

"Lacey, were you even paying attention to our lecture?" Optimus Prime asked.

"Oh, you caught me didn't you?" I asked and they nodded. "Well, I was just wondering when I could go see father?"

"Since your not paying attention to your studies anyways, I suppose you can go for the day." Bumblebee stated.

"YES! Thank you so much guys."

I picked up my green bike that was a few yards away and started my way home. It was my 17th birthday soon and I still hadn't gotten my car yet. Father said I was supposed to get it when I was 16, but I guess he thought I was too naïve for it or something. How could he think such a thing about the granddaughter of Sam Witwicky?

Riding my bike down the street, I see a lot people that I don't even know. Since my whole family is famous, I was forced to be home schooled; although, I didn't disagree since my teachers where the Autobots and my parents most times. Other times my grandparents would teach me things. This didn't bother me much… except for the fact I don't really have any real friends that I can hang out with.

When I finally spotted the big, light blue house, I saw that none of my siblings were home yet because they were somewhere with Ironhard and Ratchet today. We take turns on who gets tutored by whom on which days (kind of confusing, but its really simple). Dropping off my bike in the garage, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and ran to the door. Walking into the doorway and through the kitchen, I noticed that I could hear my fathers TV in the living room.

I walked into our huge living room and saw that my father was sitting on our tan couch and flipping the channels on our big screen. Nothing interesting.

My father, Jeff Witwicky, is the spitting image of my grandfather, Sam Witwicky, when he was younger. He has dark grown hair and dark eyes that seem to see right trough you if you're lying. He was wearing just jeans today without a shirt, which showed off his abs; I'm slightly disturbed that my dad even walks around the house without a shirt on. But, the only thing that is obviously noticeable, (that's weird about him) is his piercing in his left ear and his wedding ring; the only reason why the wedding ring is a shocker is that he looks like he's 20 instead of 39.

I walked over to the couch and sat down next to my father and sighed. He turned to me with a confused look and turned the TV off.

"What's up, Lace?"

"Daddy! Can we please go pick out my car today? You said we could the next time you weren't doing anything." I begged.

"Well, I don't know… you're not really responsible to own a car yet-"

"WHAT! I am so too responsible! I baby-sit for Daisy all the time and I keep up on my studies! I don't go to parties and I am very mature for my age!"

"How can you prove yourself of being responsible when your right here begging me?" He raised one of his eyebrows and laughed.

"Oh, come on dad. Please?" I stuck out my lower lip and pleaded.

He sighed and stood up from the couch. He stretched and walked down the hall. Well, I guess this conversations' over with; I lost too. I wasn't going to get my car today and probably not until I'm older than I already am.

"What are you doing? Going to sit there all day or going to come pick out your car?" My dads voice came from the entrance of the room. He had a blue T-shirt on with his truck keys in his hand.

I was beaming by the time I could figure out what was going on. I leaped off the couch and raced to his dark red truck. I guess I didn't lose then. I just smiled as he put the keys into the ignition and we pulled out of the driveway.

"My little girls all grown up now." He sniffled sarcastically.

"Give it a rest dad. I'm almost 17, I need a car now anyways."

"Why do you need a car? You have a secret boyfriend or something?" He asked while raising one of his eyebrows.

I choked at the word boyfriend. "Heck NO! I don't even know any other boys my age. Why would you think that?"

He laughed and told me it was a joke. By the time I turned my attention back to the road, I noticed I was on my grandparent's street. Why were we here?

"Your Grandfather always has a few things to say about picking out vehicles. So, I brought you here because he helped pick out my first car." My dad said while pulling into the driveway.

I got out of the truck and walked through the garage. I noticed that Bumblebee was already here and resting. I snuck by him and threw the door. Sitting at the kitchen table, playing cards, were my grandparents. My grandfather, Sam, was in a wheelchair and looking as old as ever. Mikaela, my grandmother, got around just fine without any help but was starting to slow down… a lot lately.

"Lacey!" Grandma shouted and gave me a hug. "Here for some car advice?"

"Yeah… how'd you know?"

"Because, your beaming like you just won an award." My grandpa said as I bent down to hug him as well.

I sat down at the table and crossed my legs. I waited patiently as I waited for them to say whatever they had to say.

"Okay, pick one with racing strips. Those are always the classics and have very good mileage." Grandma said.

I turned to my grandfather and waited for him to speak. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Remember… you don't pick the car… the car picks you."

A/N: And there it is, the second chapter. Hopefully, I'll get more reviews this time around. I really, REALLY need more of those applications. I don't care if you already sent one in, send me as much as you want. I have only 2 applications sent in so far and I need more.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to review or PM me. You can give me ideas or… anything for that matter. Tell me how you like the story so far as well.

Well, until next time….