So school has gotten the best of me these past few days... month... while, which is why it took me sooooo long to post this next chapter.

I am so happy to be getting all the positive feedback so soon in the story! :3 I'm just glad that you guys are exited for this, I am exited for this too so WOOHOO!

Enough talk! But a couple more things before I move on. My character isn't as serious as she was portrayed to be in the last chapter.

And which Autobot do you want to see more of? Just... I can't decide, so impute is nice. The 'Bots that I have in mind are Bumblebee, Wheelie, and... naw that is it. What 'Bot do you want to see lots of? With what I have in mind, Bee and Wheelie are the ones that I am stuck with. I am open to suggestions, of course. 'Cons are welcome too... maybe...

Taking a wild guess with the time set of TFAOE, so it will be in the spring.

NOW SHUSSSHHH. It's story time.

I do not own Transformers or anything else mentioned in any way.

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, fluffy white clouds floated across the sky, and this narrator cannot believe that she began the chapter this way (teehee). Carmen pulled her family's black car into the driveway, bringing it to a gentle stop in front of the garage door. She removed the key, grabbed her white purse from the passenger seat, and pressed the "open trunk" button on the dash. The familiar 'pop' sounded from behind her as she exited the car and shut the door behind her. After strapping her purse over her shoulder, Carmen opened the trunk. Three plastic bags carried various groceries, while a cardboard box contained spare parts, tools, and a broken laptop. She looped the plastic bags onto her left arm while hefting the box onto her right shoulder, closing the trunk with her elbow.

Even though she could have walked, Carmen felt lazy, deciding to teleport into the kitchen in a short burst of purple electricity. Normally she would walk into the house, being self conscience about her powers, but she was in a hurry. The groceries dropped to the floor with a thud. "I'll be out in the shed, Mom!" She yelled.

"Okay, sweetheart. Be careful!" her mother replied, echoing through the house.

With that, she went out the glass sliding door leading to the back yard where she made her way into the woods. The back yard was a neatly cut space surrounded by maple and oak trees of various heights, with one lonely small maple tree in the middle of the yard. An opening through the trees was visible, showing a warn down dirt path into the woods.

Once entering the woods it felt as if she was in a different area completely. The temperature dropped a little, the air smelled fresher, and it was quieter other than the odd whine of a pine beetle, or chirp of a robin. After a couple minutes of sticks crunching under her feet, a small wooden shed came into sight. It wasn't anything special. About ten meters in width and length, maybe five in height, with a backwards slanted metal roof. She used her left hand to open the creaky wooden door and switched on the light. The small shed contained a far wall of shelves filled with various knick-knacks, a large table opposite to the door, and the free wall full of pictures, notes, and scraps of paper pinned up neatly.

Carmen clumsily set down the box on the table and hung her purse on the door handle. On the inside of the door hung a full length mirror where she fixed her long brown hair into a ponytail, rolled up the sleeves on her black sweater to her elbows, and brushed a couple leaves off the leg of her jeans. "Okie dokie," she said to no one in particular, "time to get this done." A large grin broke out on her face, and she jumped into the wooden chair by the crowded desk.

For the past three years Carmen spent most of her time in the shed, tinkering with Que's old, unfinished inventions that he was so eager to complete, but never got the chance to. Carmen has never been the most scientific person, so she had to teach herself how to work most of the machines and gadgets. After spending close to three years alone in a shed taught her a lot, so she managed to complete some of the more simple gadgets like the x-ray goggles. Her main focus was to finish a portal-type gun that Que kept in secret. He got the idea from the videogame Portal, only this gun was designed to not only create portals to different places, but different dimensions as well. If it worked properly, she would be able to shoot gateways to different dimensions and even long-distant locations, like doorways to anywhere you could imagine.

So that is why she was in such a hurry. After all this time, Carmen only needed a couple spare parts to complete the gun, then she would be able to find the Autobots and get them to safety. She rummaged through the box she brought in, pulling out short wires, microchips, and small bits of broken Cybertronian tech she bought from some fool who had a whole ship in his garage. Sure, she thought of buying the whole ship from this guy, but she didn't have the space to keep it, let alone transport it to her home. All she needed were a couple key components from it's power source and she was good to go. And that is exactly what she got.

After she spread out all of the parts she received on the table, she reached under the table only to pick up another cardboard box, this one being a shoe box. She set it on the table and pulled out the gun that she was so eager to finish. It was a dark, sleek silver, and looked similar to a blow-dryer/hand gun hybrid. It was light enough for her to hold with one hand, but not too light. She held it at the handle and pointed it at a wall, giving her a clear view of the little monitor on the back of it, right above where her hand is. She designed the monitor to show the location to which the portal will lead to, along with the previous location. But, there were many other buttons below the little monitor that she hadn't figured out yet, since Que designed the thing, she hadn't been able to test it and figure out all of the buttons.

She set it on the table, grabbed a screwdriver, and began adding in the power source along with the last couple components that she needed. Half an hour later, the gun hummed to life. A large grin broke out across her face and she wiped her some sweat off her forehead. "I have to test this!" she said as she stood up, aiming the gun at an empty wall. Just then, he cellphone began to ring. Sighing, she shut the gun down and picked up her phone. "Hello?"

"Mom said that supper is ready. So, come and eat!" the voice of a young girl, her sister Brittney who was 15, answered.

Carmen packed the gun back in it's little shoe box. "Ok, thanks, Britt." She smiled and hung up. She glanced at the time on her phone, 7:30pm. Surprised, she slid the phone into her pocket, shut off the shed lights, and closed the creaky door behind her. She took her time walking back to the house, enjoying the quiet.

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Dear Journal,
I finally finished the portal gun today! I plan on testing it out tomorrow, but where should I set it to take me? If I can find the location of one of the Autobots, that is where I will probably go. With this, just like Que had planned, we can move the remaining Autobots somewhere safe, a place where they won't need to worry about getting hunted down. Sadly, Cybertron is destroyed, so they can't go back to their home. It really just breaks my heart to know that Prime sided with us for all these years, sacrificing his own planet to keep us humans safe, only for us to betray him and the other 'Bots...

Enough of that for today. Things are about to change.

Since I haven't written in a while, other than yesterday, I should probably fill you in on my family. I'll start with my little sister, Brittney. She is 15 years old now, as old as I was when I met the Autobots. She has long blond hair, brown eyes, and is maybe 2 inches shorter than me. I dono. Either way, it was odd seeing her in school with me last year, being my little sis and all. Her grades are good, which I'm happy about. She is really good at acting, she said drama was her favorite class.

Then there is my older brother, James, who is 21. He is in his last year of College right now, he plans on being a aviation technician. Pretty cool, I say. He even got to drive an airplane! Not actually fly it, just drive it around the runway. He is slightly taller than me. If I stand on my tipy-toes then we are the same height. He has brown hair and brown/green eyes, like mine, but I have more gray in with them.

Last but not least, there is mom. Ever since dad's passing she has been more protective of us. And I don't blame her. She is one of the reasons why I don't use my powers often. Not only do they remind me, but they remind her too, of the events in Chicago. But she is fine with me using them and all, and she has accepted that I'm kinda part Cybertronian now, if that is how this all works. Mom, Britt, and James are the only people in my family who know about it. Oh, and mom has short dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and she is about 3 inches shorter than me. I'm 5ft 6", if that helps.

So, that pretty much sums everything up. I plan on writing every day if I can. So far so good.
Goodbye, for now.

Carmen.

We're getting somewhere, slowly though. I have to admit that I didn't know what else to add to this chapter after since the Autobots haven't showed up yet, and it feels a little short. But, it is something. I'm still trying to get use to writing in 3rd person.

Random song that I picked for today: "See you at the lights" by 1990's. It has been stuck in my head for a couple days now.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you all have a good day/night :)