(WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, swearing, and smoking. Yes, my main character smokes, but I do not want you too! She's a character and that's one of her BAD habits. Don't smoke, baby!)

Eighteen.

Finally.

I was legally an adult. My father couldn't drag me back into his hellhole any longer. He couldn't call the police department, faking his worry, only to beat me to near death at his apartment. I pull my hoodie low as I see a cop at a nearby Dunkin Doughnuts. Running away wasn't the only thing I had a run-in with the cops before. Between the money I pickpocketed, alcohol I've stolen, and cigarettes I bartered with other teens for, I wasn't their favorite person. I plug my headphone cord into the jack, and shuffling my playlist, which I so creatively named fuck off.

You can paint me any color

And I can be your clown

But you ain't got my number

Yeah, you can't pin me down

Yeah, you can't pin me down

Yeah, you can't pin me down

I vibe to the music as I slip down the streets, into a garage. My garage. I had been getting it ready for weeks. Small and tucked away, seemingly abandoned, it barely had what I needed. That, plus my devil red Mazda M5-X I got from a guy for. . . A high price, let's say.

Now I got your back up

What do you not like

Do you think I'm stuck-up

'Cause I'm always picking fights

You might think I'm one thing,

But I am another

You can't call my bluff

Time to back off, motherfucker

I needed to get ready for a street race tonight. I take off my headphones, and get into my attire, a pair of ripped jean shorts with fishnet stockings, a black shirt with a red hydra on it, black combat boots, and plenty of chains in between. Lighting a cigarette and applying my makeup, which consists of heavy black eyeliner and mascara. I brush my long blonde hair and check myself from all angles, twirling the cigarette in my fingers before putting it in the ashtray. I grab my headphones and phone before opening the garage and driving out.

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Screams of teens enter my ears as I sit at the start line, the race about to start. This wasn't my first race, but I hadn't won any. . . Yet. I glance over to the Ashton Martin on my left, and the Chevy on my right, revving my engine. Sierra, the girl I have a vague memory of from high school, which I dropped out of, is in charge of the flags. Excitement and nervousness rush through my blood as the redhead gives the signal, and the cars speed down the road.

"Shit!" I curse as the Ashton Martin speeds ahead of me. I step on it, gritting my teeth. I wanted to win. I needed some winning in my life.

It's growing dark, but I'm confident in myself. I barely bother to touch the brakes as I turn.

But something goes wrong. I see two giant robots in front of me before my vision goes dark.

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"You should've brought her to the hospital!" I hear a woman's voice as I lay still.

"I-I didn't know what to do. . . She saw. . . And-" A familiar young male voice replies in a flustered manner.

"Nevermind, at least she's okay now."

My eyelids flutter open slowly, and I groan. "WhatーWhere am I?" Dark, blurry figures slowly gain shape, and I see an average-heighted woman with dark hair leaning over me. "You got in an accident, but you're safe now. Do you remember what happened?"

"Not really," I reply groggily.

"Anything before the accident?" A gruff male voice asks, and I hear loud footsteps.

"S-Sorta," I mumble, as fuzzy memories sear across my brain, head ringing. I remember leaving, I remember my garage, I remember the street raceー

The street race. Yes, then. . . The starting line, and something weird happened. . . At least, I feel like it did, but I'm uncertain as to what that might be. But as my vision clears, I see a three small figures, and. . . One giant robot?

And he's not the only one. I spot a few more, and in panic, pass out.

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"R-RobotsーI saw. . ." I sit up on the medical table, a blanket around me and water in my shaking hands.

"Shhh dear, you're in shock. You've been in a wreck. . ."

"I saw giant robots," I mumble.

The dark haired female sighs, glancing at some papers. "I'm not going to deny that, butー"

"So there's giant robots?"

"Well, yes. . . But you need to recover." She tells me. "Drink plenty of water, just take it easy."

"But the robots. . ." Water drips down my chin as I sip it out of the glass.

"Get some rest, okay?" I nod, and I fall into a sleep again.

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I yawn, waking up. I feel calm at first, then a rush of events flood into my mind.

"Hey sweetie, relax. You blacked out." I hear the familiar voice again as I sit up, panicked.

"In was driving, then there were robots. . . I. . ."

She sighs. "You're not going to forget about that, are you? Well, might as well tell you the truth. Don't panic, no one is here to hurt you, okay?" I nod, glancing around nervously. "My name is June Darby. This is my son Jack, and his friends Raf and Miko." I can tell she's stalling, and I barely glance around at the other faces. I recognized them, but the only one who I'd had real contact with at school was Jack once or twice a couple years ago. I realize they've said something, and I'm just staring awkwardly.

"Uh, nice to meet you," I croak, "My name is Demi." I sip more water, averting my blue gaze.

"Now, I need to explain something to you." She sits besides me. "It was hard for me to believe too. But it's true. There's something that's going on here on earth, there's beings from another planet on earth."

It takes me a second to process this.

Then I burst out laughing.

"Honestly, if you want to keep some movie production or something secret, I don't really care. Don't think I'm that stupid."

June raises an eyebrow, and says, "Okay, you can come out now." I realize after a second that she's calling someone, not asking me to announce my sexuality.

That's when giant footsteps echo in the room, and shadows loom across the floor. Six gigantic robots stand in front of me. "I-I. . ."

"I didn't mean all at once!"

"My apologies." A tall red and blue robot responds. His voice is deep and attractive, but the sight of all these giant robots alarms me. "My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, but you can call us Autobots. We have a war against the Decetipcons who are led by the evil warlord Megatron."

"This is. . . Real? Not a joke?" I ask slowly, taking this all in.

"I can't believe we have to have another human around here," An orange and white. . . alien robot. . . grumbles. Wait, I know that voice. . . He was the gruff male voice I heard when I woke up the first time.

"That's Ratchet. We're not all as grumpy as him. I'm Smokescreen by the way, you can call me Smokes though!" A cheerful white, blue, and red racer says.

"I'm Arcee." A smaller "Autobot" says, she's blue with accents of pink. At least, she looks like a girl to me. "Jack's guardian."

"I'm Bulkhead, Miko's guardian. This is Bumblebee, Raf's guardian, his voicebox is broken so he can only communicate in beeps. Raf can understand him, though." A large green alien robot tells me.

"She will need a guardian." Optimus states. "Ratchetー"

"No! I'm too busy." Ratchet grumbles.

Optimus sighs at Ratchet's response. "Well, Demi, I will be your guardian."

"I-I don't need a guardian. I was just going to go home." I explain.

"No you have to come back! It's like a club, a secret, alien fighters club! It's a secret, too, you can't tell anyone."

"Perhaps it's best you return, at least the next few days. Maybe even staying overnight to make sure the repercussionsー" I cut June off.

"No, no, no. I'm fine. I'll. . . leave now. Where's my car?"

"Driving after that isn't safe. Besides, your car. . . Well it's not in driving condition."

"I. . ." I try hiding how upset I am at this, swallowing hard and finishing the glass of water.

"Here, Optimus will take you home." June pats my shoulder. "Whenever you're ready."

"I-I can walk." I stand up, but she shakes her head.

"Take it easy. He'll drive you, okay?" She gives me that firm doctor's-orders voice. I sigh, knowing I should just comply this time. "Fine." I could always wiggle my way out of it if I needed. "I'll go now." I didn't feel like sticking around people any longer. I was craving a cigarette, but I didn't want anyone bossing me around about what to put in my mouth. "Is he going to walk me home or something? I mean I can do that aloneー"

"No, we can each choose a mode of transportation to transform into." Smokescreen grins, "I'm a racecar." The show off "transforms" as he calls it, right before my eyes. "Whoa," I whisper, and watch as they each transform, all except Ratchet and Optimus, the latter waiting until I was ready. He transforms into a blue and red semi. I can't deny that while I loved race cars, I've always had a thing for big trucks. The door opens up and I get inside. The door shuts, and a seatbelt fastens around me. I jump slightly, this was still new for me.

"I am sorry, I do not mean to alarm you." I jump a little before sinking down into the seat slightly. "'Sfine," I mumble.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, after a moment of me staring at his steering wheel that moved on its own.

"Fine." I say shortly, looking around. I hear a small sigh from the Autobot.

"Where do you live, Demitria?"

"Uh, just call me Demi. You know what, it doesn't matter, you won't be seeing me again any time soon. I'll show you where to drop me off. I'll walk the rest of the way." I tell him.

"Iー"

"I'm fine, really. Plus, where I live, a truck like this couldn't even fit, okay? It won't be far for me to walk." I reply calmly, then dig through my bag, finding my cigarettes and matches. I light one, while glancing around the interior of the car, unsure of where to look that would be an equivalent of looking at his face. "You don't mind a bit of smoke, do you?"

"I did not know humans were capable of breathing smoke." He comments, and I see his mirror move. I arch an eyebrow at it, and put my feet up on the dashboard, though careful not to mark it up. "Uh-huh." I reply nonchalantly, looking out the window.

"It does not appear to be safe. I have known smoke to be hazardous to humans." He continues, and I roll my eyes. "Does it matter." I state, tired of people poking their noses into my business today.

"To me, it does." Optimus responds quietly, but is silent for the rest of the ride until I tell him to stop. Even as I get out, his words stick with me. I glance up at him. "Thanks for the ride." I nod, pulling my bag over my shoulder.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know," I shrug. "I can't predict the future."

"I could pick you up after school?" He suggests, and I freeze for a second before shrugging. "Eh, I dunno. I'm pretty busy. . ."

"Jack said you dropped out. Is this true?"

"Do you always ask this many questions?"

He actually ponders this. "I don't believe so."

"Great. . . Then. Ima go. Bye bitch," I wave, before walking off, but now before I hear a very confused,

"Bye. . . Bitch?"

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