Hi everyone...this is my first story, and I hope you guys like it!

I just need to say that I don't own Transformers or anything of the brand, I only own Adalia...

So, ya, enjoy!

"Before time began, there was the cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony, but with all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the cube...was lost to the far reachs of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed to be lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth."

6 Months Earlier

The room was silent except for the small scrapes of ragged sharp pencils against smooth cool paper. Crumpled peices of torn sketchbook papers alongside the small stray eraser shavings littered the young girls floor. A window was the current source of lighting in the room, as bright sun rays filled the light blue room. In front of the window sat a small desk filled with endless art supplies. The white sheets of the bedspread were tidy and neat, not a wrinkle or crease upon them, it seemed as if no one had ever slept on them.

A small girl no older then 10 sat at the desk. Her golden blonde hair seemed to sparkle in the sunlight and it pooled down her back and over her shoulders where it rested upon the desk as the girl hung over the rather expensive looking sketchbook that lay upon the desk. A pencil drawing of a old 1977 Chevrolet Camaro seemed to come to life on the paper it was drawn upon. Bright blue eyes, brighter then any hue of humanoid eyes looked at the drawing with pride. The girl rested her face on a hand as she continued to create small doodles, and weird symbols on the remaining blank spaces on the white crisp paper.

On the other side of the room, a brass doorknob turned in signal of the opening wooden door, followed by squeaks and creaks from the old wood, though the 10 year old girl payed no attention to the visitor.

A old lady with wrinkles around her eyes looked at the girl with love. Wrinkles around her mouth showed that she often smiled, most likely from all of the young boys and girls that filled the adoption halls with marryment of being adopted, yet the old lady was confused. The young girl should be bouncing with happyness of being adopted, yet she still hung in her room with her sketchbook.

"Do not get me wrong...I am excited, but...I enjoy staying in here where I can draw what pleases me instead of what pleases the others. And, don't you think the light here is just perfect...it helps when I'm creating the shadows of my drawings, makes them pop, ya know?" The soft gentle voice came from the girl. It sounded like little belles in the old lady's opinion.

The old lady, surprised that the young girl had read her thoughts to the exact reasoning blinked before continuing. The old lady shook her head and spoke with a firm voice, "Yes, your right, the light here is quite stunning. Very well then, I'll let you carry on with your art honey, I just came to tell you that your adoptive family, Mr. & Mrs. Witwickey will be here soon to pick you up. You'll also be meeting their son, Samuel, he's much older, but I'm sure it will be nice to have a big brother to look out for you, right?"

The old lady chuckled and wiped a small tear from her eye.

"You all grow up so fast here...and then you go out into the big world with happy families that will take care of you! Blesses my heart it does! Why, it wasn't even a month ago when you showed up sleeping on the doorstep of the adoption hall, I could hardly believe how you got there...yet you can't remember at all how you got here...strange happenings don't you think?"

"Very, Mrs. Venira." The young girl reached into a mug full of colored pencils and took out a golden yellow before returning to her drawing.

"What are you drawing honey?" Mrs. Venira asked peeking over the girls shoulder.

"Oh...nothing in particular, just a car..." The girl finished the golden yellow and returned it to the mug in exchange for a black gel pen from a paper cup.

Slowly the door creaked open again and a young lady around 20 strutted in.

"Mrs. Venira, the Witwickey's are here for the girl." The lady said without a care in the world.

"I have a name." The girl growled.

"Well So-rry!" The lady retorted with an attitude rivaling a old scrap of bolts that the 10 year old remembered fondly.

"Both of you calm down, this is a happy moment, Adalia you're getting a family!" Mrs. Venira smiled. Adalia rolled her eyes. 'As if I don't have a family already!' Adalia thought as she returned the gel pen to the cup. Standing the girl closed her sketchbook, other drawings filed through as she closed it. A drawing of a GMC Topkick, Pontiac Solstice, Emergancy AM General Hummer H2, and a Peterbilt 379 fluttered by as the sketchbook closed. Putting the sketchbook into a white backpack she turned.

"I'm ready." Adalia left the room followed by the two ladies. Walking down the halls Adalia felt nervous, her mission would begin soon and she felt as if she would fail miserably, but Adalia shrugged away these feelings and walked proudly into the meeting room.

"Oh look Ron, isn't she a cutie! Oh I already love her!" A lady with gingerish hair smiled as she pointed to Adalia. Beside the lady stood a dark haired man with a smile on his face. Behind them a teen of 17 with dark hair waved and smiled at Adalia. Adalia smiled back at her target.

"Well honey, my names Judy, but you can call me mom! I mean if you're comfortable with that, if not you can call me Judy, or you can call me..." The ginger haired women who spoke earlier began to rant on and on about what I could call her.

Annoying would be something I could call you... Adalia stifled a laugh.

"...anyways, you can call my husband Ron here, 'Dad,' If you'd like...and this is Sammy!" The ginger nudged the boy behind her.

"It's Sam. Don't listen to her. She's crazy." The boy rolled his eyes at Judy.

"It's okay. Were all a little unique on the inside, it's whats in the heart that counts." I nodded, "My names Adalia...Adalia Prime."

Present Day

I ran my hand through my golden hair. It was wavy and curly from the braid that had trapped it all day during school. There was only five more minutes till the end of class, yet everyone seemed to be looking out the windows, or watching the clock, no one was paying attention. Though I couldn't really say I was paying attention either, I was working in my sketchbook...safely hidden under the desk where the teacher wouldn't see it.

I was working on a picture of myself, it was an art assignment that was due tomorrow, and the only homework I had tonight, so far it looked pretty good, it was still just a pencil drawing though, Ron and Judy gave me a lot of art supplies, but it was mostly pencils, still they were nice pencils, HB, B2-B8, H2-H6, but...nothing makes a sketchbook POP! Like a good old gel pen, or even some watercolor paints.

The paper that my self portrait was on, was filled with pencil marks, some darker and some lighter, and small little annoying eraser shavings. The picture that I had based the self portrait on was a picture of me and Sam, a few weeks after the Witwickey's adopted me. We had been sitting on the porch and Sam was watching me draw and asking me questions about the cars I had drawn. Sam had mentioned that he had a deal with his father that if he brought 2,000 dollars and three A's that Ron would help Sam buy his first car. I remembered that I had looked up at Sam when he mentioned he could drive me all over whenever I wanted to go somewhere, I had smiled, and that's when Judy has snapped the picture of me and Sam smiling at each other. It was my favorite picture.

Speaking of A's...today was Sam's last chance at receiving an A...he had two and the 2,000 dollars. Drifting my thoughts away I heard the school bell ring its final toll and I happily leaped from my seat gathering my pencils, sketchbook and my backpack, before bursting out of the English classroom, and out of the middle school. Nearly tripping down the school stairs I scanned the parking lot and the road where cars littered every space they could fit. Seeing Ron's car I ran over the lawn to Ron's car and threw my bag in back before hopping into the car after it.

"Hey Ron? Excited to buy Sam a car today?" I chuckled taking my art supplies back out and working on the assignment again glancing at Mr. Hosneys classroom, the class that Sam was currantly in. My adopted father faked a laugh before turning back and glaring at me.

"Adalia! How many times have I told you that you can call me 'Dad'" Ron sighed rubbing his temples, "And let's see if Sam can get the A first."

"Okay Mister Witwicky! Your up!" Mr. Hosneys called as the last student made their way back to their seat. Sam Witwicky stood from his seat and gathered the posters and tools littering his desk before making his way down the isle to the front.

"Sorry I've got a lot of stuff." Sam apologized setting the items on the presentation desk. A couple of students chuckled but none more then the jock sitting in the back, Trent Demarco.

"Watch this..." He whispered to his little buddies and his girlfriend taking a rubber band from his poster. He flicked the rubber at Sam, where it hit him in the neck.

Mr. Hosney was not pleased, standing from his chair he yelled, "Who did- who did that? People! Responsibility!"

"Okay...um..." Sam collected his thoughts before beginning, "So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first... to explore... the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took forty one brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf."

"Move faster, men! Move! Chop! Heave!" Captain Archibald Witciky yelled.

"The ice is freezing faster then its melting!" A sailor retorted

"Chop Faster!"

"Got to chop faster or we'll be stuck!" The sailor commanded the others.

"Heave, men! Heave! No sacrifice, no victory! We'll get to the Arctic Circle, lads!" Archibald Witwicky screeched.

"So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth century seamen." Sam said holding up a tool. The students chuckled but Mr. Hosney held up a "QUIET" sign behind Sam.

"This here is the quadrant, which you can get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the, uh, the sextant here." Sam went on oblivious to the chuckles and the sign behind him.

Sam continued his show and sell, "Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things..."

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." Mr. Hosney called Sam out of his little trance.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take . Cold hard cash works, too...and the compass makes a- a great gift for Columbus Day."

"SAM!" Mr. Hosney shouted.

Sam returned to the actual project he was supposed to be explaining, "Sorry. Um, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some, uh, giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered."

The bell rung and students gathered their projects and bags and left with Sam shoving things in front of them with overpriced prices. Mr. Hosney told the class to sleep in fear, warning that they would most likely have a pop quiz tomorrow. Sam turned to Mr. Hosney.

"Well..." Sam asked.

"I'd say a solid B-" Mr. Hosney announced sitting in his chair. Sam looked at the teacher.

"Sam! You were trying to sell your grandfathers life away!" Sam sighed, and pointed outside to the car with his father and adopted sister.

"Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream. And a man's promise to that boy. He looked at me in the eye. He said, "Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me two thousand dollars, and three As." Then, I made a promise to a little girl "I'll take you anywhere you want whenever you want when I get a car!" Okay? I got the two thousand dollars and I got two A's. Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-. Poof. Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself would you make a little girl cry, and think what would Jesus do?"

The next chapter will hopefully be up in a few days! Review and tell me if something doesn't make sense or if you have an idea for the story!

See ya later gators!

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