Author's Note: As promised, here's the first entry. It's the 'introduction' chapter for the characters so it's a bit awkward and not as smooth as I'd like. I'm not great with dialogue, and seeing as there's a lot in the chapter I'm not particularly happy with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, just my characters and plot

August 2, 2008 ~ Tranquility. Nevada

We've officially moved in, unless you count the numerous cardboard boxes that are littering the place. It's actually not that bad for a subdivision, I mean, we actually have a back yard, not everyone can say that. I still don't like it; it's too closed in. I prefer open spaces, where your nearest neighbor is at least a mile away and hidden by the hills and trees.

Mom says I'm being silly. She got me this journal as a peace treaty, since I've been 'snubbing' her and 'whining' about the whole ordeal. They could have at least talked to us about it. The journal's not that bad for something she picked out, it's leather bound and tires with a thin strip instead of locking. I guess I take after my dad in being old-fashioned.

Luckily I'm out of high school, but Tommy is going into the 9th grade. I would be worried about how he'll handle being in a new school, but he's tough, he can take care of himself.

I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe later—

Normal POV

Someone was knocking at the front door.

"Kids! Could you get the door please! Your father and I are hanging a painting." Her mother's voice called from a few rooms away.

She groaned and through down her fountain pen, popping her stiff back before getting up from her desk and trudging down stairs to open the door, her brother right behind her.

The mystery person kept knocking until she turned the lock and opened the door, revealing the oddest family she had ever seen.

A balding. heavy-set man stood at the back, his left arm snug around the shoulders of the shorter red-haired woman with large eyes beside him. Three teenagers, their children she presumed, stood closer to the door. A tanned boy with close-cropped brown hair and a slender, gorgeous girl with black hairs and blue eyes, both of whom looked around her age. The last, a slightly younger looking boy with the most vibrant blue eyes she had ever seen, and whose blond hair was streaked with black stood with an innocent expression on his face.

"Um, hi?"

Other POV

The Whitwicky's and two of their close friends walked up the path to the front door of their new neighbors' house.

The large moving van had left just that morning, and they were curious about the newcomers.

"Go ahead, Sam. Knock on the door." Ron said, pushing his gangly son towards the large oak door.

The awkward looking teen stepped forward uncomfortably and began pounding the solid door with his fist.

He thought he heard a muffled shout from inside, but the door did not budge so he continued in his efforts. Then footsteps could be heard. At the sound of the lock turning he quickly stopped knocking and stepped back, nearer to the safety of his family.

The door swung open, and instead of the frumpy old woman or grizzled grandfather they had been picturing, a teenage girl stood in the open space, a younger boy peeking out behind her.

The girl looked to be about their age, though was shorter, reaching 5'5" at the highest. She was fairly pretty, with long dark-brown hair falling in slight waves to her mid-back. Her skin was lightly tanned and she wore no make-up, save for a bit of cover-up on her left cheek and above her right eye, the iris of which was grey. Her lips were chapped; a tube of chap stick was in her right hand, which she slipped into the pocket of her blue jeans.

The boy beside her, probably her brother, had the same dark hair and grey eyes, though his had a bit more blue in them. He was nearly as tall as she was, so his plan of hiding behind his older sibling had been foiled.

She was looking at them inquisitively, obviously wondering who in the world they were.

"Um, hi?"

"Hi there! Aren't you a pretty little thing!" Leave it to Judy to make an awkward situation a hundred times more so.

"I'm Ron Whitwicky, this is my wife, Judy, my son Sam, Sam's girlfriend, Mikaela, and our, um, adoptive son, B."

She raised an eyebrow at the youngest boys 'name' but made no comment.

"Uh, hello, my names Elizabeth Matthews, and this is my little brother Tommy." She said, pulling her brother out from behind her.

Suddenly two adults, their parents, appeared behind them.

"Oh hi!" The mother, a petite blond with blue eyes exclaimed. "You must be some of our new neighbors! Lizzy, how about you show the kids your room, take Tommy with you too." She said, turning to her daughter.

"Ok mom." The girl replied, not sounding very enthusiastic about it.

Normal POV

Elizabeth turned and headed into the house, gesturing for the three teens, Sam, Mikaela, and B to follow her. B, that was an odd name for a kid, though she supposed if it were 'Bee' it would fit his hair.

She led the way up the staircase and through the hallway, careful to avoid the boxes that were precariously placed everywhere.

At the end of the hallway she turned left, into her room. Uncomfortable silence filled the space as the 5 teens stood there.

"So, um, as my dad said, my name's Sam." The taller boy said to break the silence, extending his right hand while he nervously scratched the back of his head with the other.

"Elizabeth," She said, taking his hand and grasping it firmly. "But you can call me Liz, or Jinx."

"Jinx? How do you get Jinx out of Elizabeth?" Sam asked, wincing at her firm handshake. "I mean, not that it's a good name, because it is, a good name that, I mean."

Mikaela rolled her eyes and put a hand over her boyfriend's mouth. "You're babbling."

Elizabeth released Sam's hand, smiling for the first time since they had met. She turned towards Mikaela to shake her hand, both girls ignoring Sam as he rubbed his fingers, groaning.

"Mikaela Banes." The tall girl said. "Nice handshake!"

"Thanks, you too. And Jinx is a callsign, not a nickname."

"A callsign? So you're in the military?" Mikaela asked, for the first time taking a good look around the room, which appeared to be filled with several things in particular: horses, guns, and planes.

She laughed. "No, not yet at least. We go to a kind of air force camp. It's like the military so we don't use names, just callsigns."

"So you're going to go into the Air Force?"

"I haven't decided yet." She turned towards B who was standing quietly off to the side.

"You said your name was B, right?" She asked, looking confused when Sam stepped in front of him.

"Yeah, his name's B."

"I'm sure he can speak for himself, Sam."

Sam looked uncomfortable again. "Well, actually he can't. He's had voice problems since we've had him, and he can't speak."

Elizabeth flushed, "Oh jeez, I'm sorry!"

The kid just smiled at her and shrugged.

"You like guns?" Sam asked, bending down to examine some of her posters and models.

"Yeah, especially rifles, and such, anything that makes an explosion really."

"Bet you'd get along well with Ironhide." Same muttered.

"Who?"

"Oh, um, he's a friend, uh, in the military, it's his callsign, like yours. He goes by Ironhide." Sam stammered, Mikaela and B giving him a look.

"So, what grade are you going to be in?" Mikaela asked, changing the subject. "We might have some classes together."

"I don't think so." Elizabeth said with a grin, "I graduated this year."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 18, I'll be turning 19 on December 21st."

Suddenly Mr. Whitwicky's voice rang out from below. "Come on kids, time to go!"

"Well see you around Liz!" Sam and Mikaela said as they excited the room, B waving at her and her brother.

Elizabeth waved in return before turning to her little brother.

"You know, you could have said something."

Journal Continued

I've forgotten whatever it was I was going to do. Oh well.

The Whitwicky's, some of our new neighbors, seem like nice people. I haven't really talked to Ron and Judy, though I'm sure I will soon, mom's probably already planning on inviting them over for dinner once the place is cleaned up.

Sam seems like a nice guy, a bit strange, but that's all right.

B seems nice too, and I've got to admit, he is adorable, wonder who named their kid B though? It's a bit odd.

Mikaela on the other hand seems like a girl I'll get along with really well. She appears to be my kind of person, I'm hoping we can get together some time, plus that'll get mom off my back about hanging out with people my age more often. Mom's calling us down for dinner, so I guess I'll write more tomorrow if I have time.

Author's Note: Well, there it is, so tell me what you think. The next chapter will have a lot more stuff going on, I just needed to get this bit out of the way first. If you didn't get that 'B' is Bumblebee's holoform, well, I can't help you. I'm not sure when I'll add the other 'bots into the story, or when the 'cons will make an appearance, but if there's any character in particular that'd you like for her to meet soon let me know