Sam looked nervously out the window, then turned around, I could hear him trying to turn dad around, but instead dad went straight to the window, and gawked in horror. I was sitting in the middle of the yard, where dad's fountain was supposed to be, but now it was a large pile of dust due to the amount of clumsy Autobots walking around. A rake was in my hand, a snapped powerline was hanging over my head, while the pole that was holding it was slowly slipping out of it's socket. A part of our fence was crushed.

Ratchet and Ironhide were avoiding Sam's side window. Optimus was arched over the roof, trying to also hide from passing cars, which was sort of hard. Jazz was freaking out, and parts of the patio cover were cracking, while trying to hold Bumblebee in. One thing was obvious, the repairs would not be cheap.

"Um. Sophie, why don't you come inside?" Dad gawked. I nodded nervously and ran into the house up to Sam's room.

When I finally reached Sam's room, I went to stand right in front of the window that Ironhide was trying his best to hide himself from. Dad looked at me, "Wow, The news is gonna go wild," then, suddenly, the electricity came back.

"I heard voices," dad said. Sam and me gawked, "Well, me and Sam were talking," I said.

"You weren't even in the room Sophie," dad snapped. Sam and I looked at eachother nervously. My eyes shifted quickly to see Mikaela hiding behind a chair.

"Well honey, were you...were you masterbating maybe?" mom asked. The room went silent, everyone stared at her. That is just disturbing, Ironhide thought. I gulped and nodded in agreement at Ironhide's thought. Mom's eyes went wide.

"He was," she said, looking at me. My eyes went wide, "No mom! I was outside first of all, second of all, I was outside! I'm twelve years old mom! You do not have to talk to my brother about MASTURBATION in front of me!" I snapped. Mom looked shocked. Sam looked at me and shook his head so hard I thought he was kind of losing it for a minute. Poor guy, right in front of Mikaela too.

"Judy!" dad snapped. "That's gross. This is something between Sam and I," he continued. "It's alright Sam, if you don't want to call it that, we can call it, 'Sam's Happy Time,' or your, 'Alone Time,'," mom suggested. Now it was my turn to shake my head, "Stop mom seriously, stop. There is a twelve year old girl in here, who can hear everything your saying," Sam said, probably just to shut mom up.

Mom sighed, but the whole family argument stopped, when Mikaela emerged from her hiding spot.

"Hi, I'm uh, I'm Mikaela," Mikaela said shyly. Mom's face lit up at the sight of Mikaela. She was so clueless. I don't think Mikaela was there willingly. But I was still happy that Mikaela had come out anyways.

"Well hello!" mom said, laughing. She said sorry for the "family discussion" then Sam asked a golden question, "Where is my backpack?" supposedly the glasses were in his backpack.

"Oh it's in the kitchen," mom said, in her loud, care-free voice. We all nodded, then ran down the stairs to the kitchen. When we got to the kitchen, Sam's backpack was sitting in the middle of the bar table. But I could've sworn, I saw something move inside the bag.

"Okay Sophie, I'm going to need you to keep my parents distracted while me and Mikaela go give the glasses to the Autobots, then this will be over," Sam said. I opened my mouth to talk, but Ironhide interrupted.

Sophie! There are Earth government men coming. And a lot of them, I suggest you come back right now, were already in alt form, I think they'tr suspicious of us, he warned. I gulped and looked at Sam and Mikaela.

"We have to get back to the Autobots NOW!" I said, looking at the two in complete worry. Sam nodded, understanding something bad would happen otherwise, quickly we started to walk out, when the door bell suddenly rang.

"Hurry," I murmured, grabbing Sam's arm, but when we got to the back door, our backyard was full of goons in white suits. The seemed to have detectors of some sort. I turned on my heel and ran back to the kitchen, quickly, I dug through the drawer to find a huge steak knife that dad prized, the knife could cut a ten pound Thanksgiving turkey right in half. I grabbed the knife, then ran out of the kitchen, to run right into a balding man with a black suit.

He looked at me with beady eyes. I think they were supposed to be intimidating. After what I had been through that day, this man was no where NEAR intimidating.

"Are you Sophia Witwicky?" he asked. My eyes narrowed at him. I was getting so sick of people wanting to kill or capture me and my brother. "What's it to ya?" I snapped, crossing my arms, but making sure I didn't scratch my arm with the knife.

"I'll take this one for you," an Italian looking man, wearing the exact same suit as the first goon, walked right in front of me. We narrowed eyes at each other. Then he grabbed the knife right out of my hands and looked at my leg, "Are ya Sophie?" the man asked. I glared at him, "As I said, why do you care?" I snarled.

"You must be, what happened to your leg, kid?" the man asked. "I fell. Who are you?" my reply was quick and short. He held out a badge that had his picture. "Simmons" it read. A smirk escaped my lips.

"Can I punch you?" I asked, sort of politely. "Why not?" Simmons smirked, thinking that would make me stop. A grin curled at my lips, and I balled up my fist, then punched him right in the nose. "God, that felt good," I whooped. Simmons got up, holding his nose, glaring at me, "Okay, I thought you were joking," he said. The grin on my mouth was only bigger. I could feel my wrists get cuffed behind my back. Two men were standing behind me, in case I felt like swinging another one.

The two men pushed me into a room that my parents, my brother, Mojo, and Mikaela were in, surrounded by black suited goons. I was thrown right next to my dad.

"What the hell did you do Sophie?" mom snapped. "I punched the Semen man in the face," I smirked, mom gawked. "What?" dad said, then whispered, "Good job."

Oh man, I loved my dad.

"My name is Simmons," Semen said, walking into the room, with a frozen steak that dad had actually been planning to cook, resting on his nose. "I know what your name is!" I hissed. Sam looked at me and shook his head. His face looked at me like I was making matters worse. I probably was. Mojo started to bark.

"Something is fishy. I'm callin' the cops," dad snapped. Simmons smirked, while two goons were gripping my shoulders tightly. "Well. something is fishy about you, your wife, the girl, your jackass daughter-" I spit in his face, "-your son, your Taco Bell dog and this whole operation," Semen said. The guards grabbed me and pulled me out of the house. I was twelve. A twelve year old does not enjoy two burly men dragging her around.

So I screamed, I kicked, my foot clubbing one of the guys' shins. Then I realized, Ironhide would save us. All we had to do was wait. Let these goons do what they want, and then the Autobots would come and save the day. So then I let the guards curse at me, then throw me in the back of an SUV, with Mikaela and Sam. Now they were hand cuffed too. I could hear Mojo barking outside. And mom yelling, "You just wait! My dog is gonna kick your ass. And my daughter too!"

These ass holes would just have to wait. Then the Autobots were gonna save us.

...

As we sat in the back seat, I started to continuously kick the back of Simmon's seat. Simmon's swung around, to glare at me, his face steaming, dad's steak still on his face.

"How old are you kid?" Simmons snapped.

"Well physically, twelve, emotionally, twelve, and mentally, eh, five," I shrugged. Sam and Mikaela were grinning at my smart ass attitude. "Well you think you're so tough, kid? You're gonna get your ass whooped in juvie," Simmons smirked.

Sam's eyes went wide, "Wait! What did she do?" Sam snapped. "Well, she punched a government agent, worse then officer assault. Then there was a pistol we found at an abandoned junk yard that had actually been reported stolen. You're bloody finger prints were all over it. And I'm guessing there are more, there will be a search party at your house tomorrow," Simmons grinned evilly.

Then he looked at us very seriously,"What do you kids know about aliens. Sam, Mikaela, and I, all paused. Then we laughed our asses off so fakely, you would've hought we were being forced. Well, we kinda were.

"Like, ET?" Sam said half-heartedly. Me and Mikaela "laughed" at Sam's "joke". Then Simmon's glared, at us, we went silent, the steak driped, driver drove.

"Now tell me, where your little alien buddies are?" Simmons snapped. We all stayed silent.

"Don't listen to him guys. He's just pissy because he wants to get back to doing security at the mall," Mikaela said, glaring at Simmons. Damn, this girl just kept on proving that you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. My brother needed a girl like her.

"Hey, skanky one. I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Not with your daddy's parole coming up," Simmons hissed. Me and Sam looked at Mikaela in shock. Her dad had a parole?

"Parole?" Sam snapped, seeming a little mad. "Sam, It's nothing," Mikaela murmured, seeming embarrassed.

"A criminal father ain't anything?" Simmons piped, realizing he was making Mikaela look bad. "Shut up Semen!" I snapped, then looked at Mikaela.

"Remember when I was talking to you about those cars I worked on? Well, they weren't always mine," Mikaela murmured. Sam paused, "Are you telling me, that you stole cars?" Sam wheezed. I elbowed him, Sam freaked when he found out I stole a gun, but it lasted a minute until he realized I wasn't planning on shooting anyone.

"Well, my dad couldn't afford a babysitter so he brought me along," Mikaela admitted. Sam gawked in shock. Me and Mikaela looked at eachother, thiefs understanding eachother. "You see that? She's a criminal! And criminal's are hot! Well your sister is just evil inside and out," Simmons snapped.

That's it, I snapped...again.

"If me, Mikaela, me, or Sam, were evil, AT ALL, we wouldn't fucking be here right now!" I roared. Then, while Simmons was still looking at me in total shock, I took the chance to give him a huge head butt.

"By the way , you owe me a steak," I said, my head hurt.

Suddenly, a blinding light broke through the windows of the car, and all of us groaned, then, two large hands grabbed the car, fingers carving into the windows.

Were here, Ironhide thought. Oh thank God. The car shook around for a second as Optimus tried to yank the roof off. Then he succeeded and we fell probably ten feet until we slammed into the Earth.

The blinding light turned off, and I turned around grinning to see Ironhide.

"HI!" I shouted happily.