Disclaimer:

Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me

Warning:

Involves Mentions Of Death And Insanity As Well As Bullying

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"Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends." - Unknown

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In the state of Nevada, a small town called Tranquility was slowly waking up from its restful slumber. The sun was shining, the birds were tweeting, and Sam was internally cursing her Great-Great Grandfather.

Where the hell are your glasses, Old Man? Sam was upset. She had a genealogy project for her World AP class due today. Sam had to pick someone from her family tree that did something monumental in their lifetime and make a slideshow of that person. The slideshow must include at least one physical object to be presented to the class. This project made up a huge part of her grade. If she didn't get an A+ on this project than she can kiss good bye to her dream car.

"Ah-Ha! There you are!" Sam cried out joyously. She picked up the old fashioned glasses from the dusty box it was hiding behind. In the right side of the glasses, cracks spread out creating miniature spider webs. In a closer examination, Sam saw glowing symbols around the cracks. "Huh, must have been frost from the Artic." Sam frowned at the glasses, thinking that the symbols on the glasses were truly odd (REmEmBEr).

"Sammy, it's time for school." Yelled Judy from the kitchen.

"Coming," Sam examined the glasses once more critically before deciding that it wasn't that important (REmEmBEr). Sam slowly climbed out of the attic with the glasses held safely in her hands. As she was climbing down she heard some barks near the ladder she was climbing down.

"Calm down Mojo." Sam said, turning to face the origin of the barks.

Mojo, Sam's pet Chihuahua, was a little thing. Despite his size, he is tougher than he looks. He has most of the dogs in the neighborhood under his paw and guards his territory ferociously. The only people he lets get away with anything would be Sam and Sam's Mom. Unfortunately, he torments anyone else who isn't Sam or Judy.

"Sam, you're going to be late." Ron yelled from the front door.

"Shit!" Sam quickly jumped from the ladder to the floor and rushed to her bedroom to change her clothes. Mojo followed her to her room. "No, Mojo, go away. I can't play with you now." Sam said. She quickly changed her clothes.

"Woof." Barked Mojo.

"I'm sorry Mojo but I got to leave, like, now." Sam replied to his bark. She grabbed her back pack and the glasses then rushed downstairs to get to the front door.

"Bye Mom. Love ya." Sam shouted, halfway through the door.

"Wait, Sammy-", the sound of a door closing interrupted the sentence," . . . you forgot your lunch and breakfast. Honestly, that girl." Judy sighed.

"Woof."

" . . . And you're up next, Witwacky."

"It's actually Witwicky." Sam corrected. "Yeah, yeah." Mr. Hosney, Sam's World AP Teacher, waved Sam off. Sam internally rolled her eyes at Mr. Hosney. I've been in your class for a year and you still can't pronounce my name right? Sam was annoyed at Mr. Hosney because, seriously, Witwicky isn't that hard to say.

Sam walked towards the front of the classroom, grandpa's glasses firmly in her hands. While going to the front of the class someone near her sticks out their foot. Fortunately, Sam glances down just in time to avoid the foot. The guys who saw Sam avoid the foot quietly booed at her for not falling for the trap. High school guys are assholes. Sam narrowed her eyes at the guys who booed at her.

"Well Witwacky, we don't have all the time in the world." Mr. Hosney called out to Sam. "Sorry, sir." Sam ducked her head in embarrassment. She quickly moved to the front and put the glasses on the projector table. Sam then moved towards the computer near the table and set up her slideshow on the projector.

"As you can see in my slideshow, I've decided to do my genealogy project on my Great-Great Grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky." Sam gestured towards the slideshow which had a picture of Archibald Witwicky on it.

"Archibald Witwicky was a Dutch-English sea captain who led an exploration of the Artic in 1897. At that time, no one had tried to cross the Artic. As such, Captain Archibald was the first recorded person to try to cross the Artic." Sam then moved on to the next slide and pointed at the file on the projector.

"Unfortunately, during his voyage Captain Archibald became blind and started to rave about an 'Ice Man'." At this point, most of the class started to pay attention. "It was speculated that Captain Archibald fell into the Artic Sea which caused his blindness. As a result, his mind broke from the stress of being blind and almost freezing to death causing him to rave about an 'Ice Man' and write strange symbols on the walls." Sam then went on to the next slide which presented newspaper clippings of Archibald Witwicky in a hospital.

"Captain Archibald Witwicky was soon admitted in an asylum because of his breakdown with reality. He was remembered in history as the 'Blind Prophet' because he swore that one day the 'Ice Man' and its Followers would one day come for humanity." Sam then grabbed the glasses from its spot on the table and held it up for the class to see. "As you can see these are the glasses that Captain Archibald wore on his voyage to the Artic."

One of the guys in the back of the class quickly took a picture of Sam and the glasses. The class started murmuring about what they heard. Trent snorted. "It doesn't surprise me that Witwacky had an insane relative in the family." Most of the class started snickering. Mikaela, who was sitting next to Trent, quietly elbowed Trent in the side.

Sam glared at Trent. Just when she was about to open her mouth the bell rang. Saved by the bell, DeMarco. Sam sighed, exhausted by the presentation. She then began to exit out of the slideshow and put her stuff away.

"Well, Witwacky, your presentation seems much better prepared than I thought it would be. Unfortunately, because it was so well presented I'm going to have to give you an A+. Very different from your normal A's. Here's your report." Mr. Hosney told Sam, upset about having to give such a high grade in his class.

Sam's eyes got wide. She was surprised and excited. She got an A+ on the project. World AP was one of the hardest classes, no one in the class ever got anything higher than an A. She was one of the few people who actually got an A+.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hosney." Sam told Mr. Hosney, for once not sarcastic in her thanks. "Yeah, Yeah. Just go, the bell rang already." Mr. Hosney replied. Sam quickly took the report from his hands and then exited the class.

Once out of the class and in the parking lot, Sam began the tiring process of searching for her dad. Would be so much easier to go home if she had her own car. Sam soon spotted her dad's car.

A green 1961 Austin Healy MK II Roadster pulled up in front of Sam. The window rolled down and out popped a head with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. Sam shoved the report in her hands at the face. "See here, an A+ just like you wanted." Sam grinned excitedly.

Ron blinked at the report that was shoved at his face. "Okay, okay. Calm down." Ron waved down at his daughter. "How about this weekend you and me go car shopping?" Ron asked feeling dread at the prospect of going car shopping with his daughter. Sam wasn't the most girly person in the world but she was just as bad as Judy when it came to shopping things they liked.

"Why this weekend? Why can't we go now?" Sam whined. She wanted to get her new car now. Ron sighed. "Because you first need to get your insurance for your car. Also, car shopping is a serious thing. Once you get your first car you're stuck with it so you're going to spend the weekend finding a car that you'd like." Ron explained patiently, used to his daughter's restless behavior.

"Fine." Sam said, internally upset. She then climbed inside her dad's car, ready to go home.

At least I'll finally get my car.

While Sam was sulking about increased wait for her dream car, a battered 1970s Camaro slowly made its way towards the area where the picture of a pair of cracked glasses was taken. Unknown to both the Camaro and Sam, a Saleen S281E police car also saw the picture of the glasses and was making its way toward Tranquility with a silver GPX boom box on its seat.

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Ignite . . . A Small Spark To An Explosive Start

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Author's Note:

Sorry about not posting faster but you know Spring Break an' all. I'm thinking about making a Side-Fic about Sam rejecting Trent so check out my Stories if you want to read it.

Also, why the word remember popped up when Sam was looking at the glasses well that was The Voice. The Voice is basically Sam's past memories trying to speak up. It will come up some times with the hallucinations until Sam accepts her memories.

There are going to be Arcs in the story. The first Arc is New Ends and Old Beginnings. That Arc is a reference to how Archibald started the race for the Allspark in the past and how Sam is going to end the race in the future, hence the New part.

Also Sam can't be paired up with either Mikaela, Miles, or Trent. Mikaela and Miles will be paired up and Trent is kind of like Sam's mortal, see emphasis on mortal, enemy. Although you'll see some One-Sided Trent x Sam in the Side-Fic I'm thinking of making.

Also Thank You, Edges05, for being my first Reviewer and Follower. Sorry if the chapter is short.

This Chapter is called Ignite because this is the very beginning of Sam's Alice in Wonderland Adventure.