Chapter 10

Tranquility, CA- Tranquility Community College

Trent DeMarco sighed as he sat at the college campus' cafeteria. Every single place he went all he saw was that stupid press conference. He had been hoping that after he had sat through his boring lectures that he might be able to watch a little Sports Center while he ate his burger and fries, but the school didn't seem to care that he could care less about what was going on in the world.

It annoyed him that the schools football team wouldn't allow him to play for them, him, who was the best quarterback that his high school had had. It had forced him to get a job, as his father had told him that if he couldn't or wouldn't do anything extracurricular at the school, that he would need to work to pass the time. He hated his job, he hated working the McDonalds window and getting yelled at by people who didn't think that he knew how take an order.

He tore off another piece of his burger as he sat there pondering how his life could plummet any farther from the greatness that he had possessed at his high school to this lowly level of pathetic. Suddenly he heard a voice on the television that he hadn't heard since high school. It was the voice of the man that he loved to mess with, it was the voice of the man that had taken his girl from him.

The piece of the burger that had been in his mouth dropped onto his pants as he sputtered and stood, ketchup and the assortment of extras going all over his pants. The girl that was sitting at the table next to him began to laugh and point, but he took no notice.

Sam Witwicky, was at the UN, was standing next to giant robot, and was talking about how he had destroyed a giant robot.

He walked closer to the T.V. so that he could hear better. Witwicky was going on about how the world should accept the Autobots, how they could be and were really good friends to have. He was talking about how the bad guys, the Decepticons, had almost destroyed the sun, and how the Autobots and stopped them.

How had that little twerp, that nobody become the liaison to giant alien robots. But what was really upsetting him was that Witwicky had a better life than he had. How the hell had that happened.

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Miles sat in his journalism class at Tranquility Community College, watching the press conference with the rest of his class. It was boring just like any other time their professor had them do something like this. He wandered why he had signed up for this elective instead of rock climbing for the hundredth time.

Just as he was beginning to fall asleep he heard a familiar voice, one that sounded oddly like his best friend. He lazily picked his head up and looked at the screen, his head slipped out of his hand and hit his desk with a resounding thud in shock.

It was Sam. He was standing at the podium, right next to a robot that looked to be at least thirty two feet taller than Sam. He was going on and on about how great a friends the Autobots were. How gentle and how caring they were.

He was talking about how much of an asset they could be, and how no one should be afraid of them. He was telling everyone that the Autobots were only there to protect everyone from their counterparts the Decepticons.

Miles couldn't believe what he was seeing. His friend, the guy that he had known most of his life, the guy that that gotten lucky ever since he had gotten the beaten up old Camero. Sam had gotten everything, he had gotten the hot girl, he had gotten the good grades, he had gotten a scholarship to a great school on the east coast.

But why, why hadn't he told his friend, his best friend that he knew giant alien robots.

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Princeton University

Professor Colan rested in his office, smiling like a fool as one of his better looking female students left his office. Its good to be me he thought as he watched her go. The T.V. screen that rested on the other side of his room was muted and turned to CNN. No longer being able to see the student Colan turned back around and grabbed the remote from his desk drawer and turned the sound back on.

He took a sip from his Starbucks coffee as a young man who looked to be either eighteen or nineteen walked to the podium and introduced himself as Sam Witwicky. He sputtered and his coffee flew from his mouth. He turned back around and turned his computer screen to his student roster, there he found it, Witwicky was one of his students. He hadn't been in his class at all that week, and now he knew why.

The kid was going on about his relationship with the Autobots at the moment, that he didn't care that his legs were burning from the hot liquid. "Well, Einstein indeed. The semesters going to be interesting.