okay i luv this movie so i had to write a fanfic about it. the POV is all one person...:-)ps i dont know how to spell sam's last name so i just guessed. if u do know tell me and i will change it.

I remember when my parents died. Mom went first, dying of an illeness. Dad was last, we found him dead when my brother and Icame home from school. My brother was named Samuel Whitwicky, after my father. I was named Brooke after my great grandmother. Mom was very close to her. The whole stpry of my life started on one single day...

"Sam, I don't know why we have to do this! I mean, I like to dress up and stuff, but I hate lawyers! They lie and cheat their way to you getting out of jail. Can you do this without me?" I asked. We stood outside a tall biulding. I would rather go play with my fireworks I enhanced.

"Brooke, please. I can't go alone. This is our parent's wills. You are fourteen. Let's go here, then later we can g for pizza. I promise." Sam took my hand. Tears trickled down my face.

"Okay. But if this will makes me cry more than I did at the funeral you are going to be in trouble."

We walked into the biulding, where a lady pointed us to a door. Sam hesitated, then knocked on it. The door opened, and the lawyer smiled at me and Sam. I sat down next to Sam. "Shall we get stared, Mr. Whitwicky?" Mr. Garcia asked.

Sam smiled and nodded. "These are more letters than wills, children." Mr. Garcia cleared his throat and started to read Dad's. "Sam, you are the best son anybody can ask for. Your love for cars and other automobiles is incredible and exciting. You never gave up on a project until it was finished. That is why I am giving you my cars. Sam, you made a living with cars since you were two. You sold cars since the age of five. I love you so much, remember that. Your mother and I are so proud of you. Brooke, you are intelligent and kind. At an early age you showed love with bombs and fireworks. Whenever we heard an explosion, we ran outside to see what happened. But you were just sitting down, clapping your hands together while watching the fire dim. You always protected your brother even when he wasn't in danger. You two are so close. as you grew, I watched you invent things that could save the world. You always wanted to take that chance. I love you.'"

A tear went down my face. I smiled at the memories of exploding things. "What is my mother's?" I asked.

Mr. Garcia pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat once again. "'Sam, I can't believe you are my son! You are the most greatest miracle ever, and you belong to me. The love of cars runs through your veins and you make sure to show it. I brought you to the shop every day and you watched, amazed, as I finished the last coat in my motorcycle. You made so many friends and everybody liked you. I couldn't be more proud my son knows how to take apart an engine. Brooke, you're my little monster. Every day you would be outside and bombing the yard. You made the sticky bomb, and other great things. Every day you show the wonders of your brain. Friends are so easy to make for you. I love you two so much. Take care of the house. It is yours now. And Sam, please take good care of your sister. Don't let anything happen to her. Please. You two are so great. I love both of you.'"

Tears poured down my cheeks. Sam smiled a bit. "Brooke, are you still in for pizza or do you want to go blow something up?" He asked me.

I took a ragged breath and stood up. "I am going to blow up our yard again. Unless you want to sell the house. Don't matter to me."

Two hours later, Sam and I sat in our garage. Cars lined up in it. I never understood why Dad owned a big rig or even an emergency vehicle. I felt like I should do something instead of gazing at a car. I got up, and started to pick a locked safe. It was my Mom's, and she never let us go in it. I placed my ear to the safe. A few seconds later I heard a click. "What are you doing?" Sam yelped. I thought I saw something by the big rig.

"One thing our parents forgot to mention was my lock picking skills." I laughed darkly as I opened the safe.

There were files with funny marking on the pages and pictures of planes and old fashioned cars. I put those to the side as I reached inside. I felt a small bottle come into my grasp. I pulled my hand out and popped the lid. I dropped the metal sliver into my hand. "Oh, look at this!" I touched the sliver with my finger. "Ouch, that is hot!" I yelped as the sliver fell onto the ground. I grabbed tweezers and placed it back into the bottle, throwing it into the safe.

Then I heard an explosion. In my lifetime, I listened to many explosions. I learned to tell which one was of my creation and which one was government. And this explosion was neither. The roof of the garage was blown off. I looked up, screaming. There was a metal monster. Looking at me. Looking at my finger. "Brooke, don't move," Sam whispered.

"Why would I move? That is not my creation, Sam. Did you build this to scare me? Because it is most certainly working..." I moaned as pain shot through my finger and into my arm.

Suddenly, there weren't cars in our garage. Only the yellow car was a car, but the rest were the same metal monster thingy. I grabbed the bottle I flung into the safe and put it into my pocket. Sam got into the driver's side of the car, and the door was open for me. "Brooke, grab some of your work and let's go!" Sam ordered.

I grabbed Mom's files and my bag full of my life's work and got into the car. Sam wasn't even stepping nto the gas, and the car already was onto the street. "Sam, please tell me you are pranking me and I won't have to smack you," I begged. This was not the time for fighting.

"I could tell yo one fact right now, Brooke. No waitm two. One, I am not pranking you because I am terrified. And two, this car is driving itself."

"Well, that's nice."

"What is in those files?" Sa asked, eyeing what I was slipping into my bag.

I took one out, and a letter dropped onto my lap. It was from Mom and Dad. I opened the envelope and started to read it silently.

Dear Brooke,

I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a good lock pick. But that isn't the point. This letter should explain things to you.

There are aliens on this planet, one side good and the other side evil. The cars in the garage are autobots, or the good guys. They will protect you from danger. There is a metal sliver a bottle. Please do not touch it. You will become crazy. Well, you might have touched it, and that is also a good thing. Well, the yellow car is Bumblebee. He was your father's guardian. Now he is Sam's. The silver truck is Ironhide. He is your guardian. He likes weapons, so you two will get along well. The bright yellow medical one is Ratchet, the medic. He was always our medic just in case you blew your arm off. The big rig is Optomist Prime. He is the leader.

The sliver of metal was now found, so you and Sam must be with Bumblebee. The others are fighting right now. That is the most I can tell you.

I love you,

Mom

I smiled. Aliens are awesome. I put the letter down and looked through some papers. Symbols were everywhere. I started to read a report on something call the All Spark. "Um, Sam. Sam. Sam!" I shouted for his attention. He looked up with an apolegetic look on his face. "Sam, we aren't in city bounderies anymore. Where the heck are we?" I asked.

Then I knew. We were going where nobdy can find the small sliver in the bottle that was in my jacket pocket.

i just love this movie a ton. i am still going geeky! yeah! anyway i dont want to write about twilight since there are a ton of fanfics about that book so i did it on my favorite movie EVER. even better than twilight. review happy things!