Jillen stormed out of the apartment. Her hands balled up. "I am gonna find them no matter what." She kicked a pebbble away from her gaze.. Her golden-blue eyes flew over to the vehicle driving by. Jillen,who puffed her hair stands out of her eye's sight..

"Stop following me!" Jillen directly said to the car.

A bystander paused in his tracks.

"Are you talking to a non-animate object?" He asked her,.

"OIF COURSE I AM GOD DAMNIT. MY PARENTS JUST BROKE THE NEWS I AM NOT A HUMAN AND THEY FOUND ME ON THEIR DOORSTEP WHEN I 2WAS JUST A LITTLE BABY ATTACHED TO A NOTE SPECIFIYING I AM A ROBOT CHILD!" Jilen screamed at him. Lashing out her anger at the manl Her eyes changed from thier normal color to a blood red. She has a part of her own Decepticin heritage of her mother resting in her spark. Her red eyes setttled back to their golden-blue apperance. "IS THERE ANYTHING ELES YOU MUST ASK?!"

The bystander's eyes became small.

"You are mad." He said. "As in insane."

Jillen's hands became clencned into fists.

"I am not crazy." She said, as other people started to stare at her. "I AM NOT CRAZY!"

Jilen ran away.

-ENTER...POV...OF..JILL-EE-IINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!-

I ran. I ran faster than my feet could ever take me. People think I am a crazy teenager who graduated college early! I've grown as a girl with the oddiest strand hair color. The strangest eye color. The difficult Gene's and DNA that most cannot identifiy the types. Mine's long enough to fill a entire Harry Potter book and the Twilight series combined. My heart or more else,my spark, (Maybe Cybo-Spark?) as most refer to it as a massive heart streamining energy crisscrossing along each other. I figured it was a metaphor for a electrical personalitied girl by the surgeons.

I should have listened to them.

"Am I crazy..." I ask myself. running through the streets. "Or did the fall I take last year rock my noggins completely?!"

Last year I was pushed off the tallest tower at University Dakota by Smith Green. He was delousinal. Thank god I survived by my head landing on a bed and the rest of my body got the most damage. I was still alive. Alive to speak that is.

CLICK CLiccck!

I turned around.

"CAN YOU FRUCKING SHUT UP?!" I asked the empty vehicle. "I AM TRYING TO THINK DAMN STRAIGHT. NOW LET ME THINK DAMN STRAIGHT!"

The car clicked at me.

"...Wait...Why am I talking to a nonoperated car?" I said to myself, pinching my forehead. My limegreen hair with those purple strikes fell in my face.I curled my hair behind my hear with no use since some of it hanged back down.

If I had glasses, I would probably be looking nerdy and stupid at the same time. Mainly Nerdy. Excluding 's with boys defininging useless woman who have their arousel set up for men of their own types? I am not one of those women. I trually am not.

"I AM not a nonoperated car!" I heard through the clicks. "I am an Autobot! I am Pistol, Your brother. you can probably understand me right about now. We are related. Your mom is Ivy, Ivy Autodroid. Most call her Liverracki for her Cybertronian name...And your grandfather is Megatron."

I felt everything become jumbled up.

"What, which, how, WHAGBPOEIHGL MY GRANDPA IS FREAKING THE LEADER OF ALL DECEPTICONS?!" I shrieked.

He nodded.

"THE ONE WHO WANTS TO KILL AND RULE THE ENTIRE GALAXY?!

He nodded again.

I shook my fists to the air.

"WHHHHHHHHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?" I cried out. "Anything but Megatron being related to me! AND MY BROTHER BEING ABLOE TO CHRIP AND CLICK. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, GOD. WHY ME?!"

I heard Pistol laughing at my dismay.

My eyes flared.

"How long have you been watching me?" I asked, feeling boldheaded. Which usually I am a smart mouth than that.

He shrugged.

"Five years, give or take." He chirped.

I froze.

"...You were the wagon who frightened off my boyfriend!" I said, finally recognizing him. "From a year ago!"

He rolled his light bulb circles.

"He wasn't right for you, I could see it in his eyes," He clicked. "He had some nasty intention for you...Not just kissing."

I frowned.

"I can take care of myself."

"You didn't know karate."

"HEY!"

I am steaming in fury.

"I coulda bite his ear off IF he tried to do it on me!"

"You didn't know any before I implanted the suggestion,"

I became shocked. Shaking my finger.

"You...what?"

"While you were sleeping,I decided to implant the very thought of taking that needed class into your processor..." He clicked on and on as I yawned. I am not that intersted into Robot biology from a clicking dude. "I will never do that again."

I yawned,with a sharp high pitch alike to a dogs.

"Just like moms." He clicked.

I blinked.

"Speaking of her..I WANNA MEET THEM!"