Something was up with Sam. He was acting strangely. Ever since he's got that new car, everything's gone downhill. First he gets arrested in the middle of the night, mom's bike in some junkyard, his car missing, and dad won't even tell me what happened. I listened to him talk to mom in their room about it, but I barely heard their muffled talk. So mom goes to retrieve her bike the next day, and Sam's freaking out in his room, mumbling to himself about this possessed car. Once mom comes back with her bike, Sam grabs it and takes it yet again to get away from this guy driving his car chasing him down. So I do the usual little sister thing and follow him and the car on my bike, only to follow him into this parking lot and have a cop car transform into this pissed-off looking kick-ass robot. So the car saves him, this random girl named Mikaela, and I get into his car and get into this police car chase and soon Sam's car also transforms into this bad-ass yet cute looking robot and beats up the other robot. Then we meet a bunch of other robots after seeing them in their meteor-forms crash on Earth and go back home to get my great-great-grandfather's glasses. Pretty soon a bunch of these weird guys in suits show up at our house and take us somewhere, but the Autobots gets us back, until they take Sam's car, Bumblebee, away. The guys in the suits, Sector Seven, take us to the Hoover Damn to see Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, frozen in their basement like a popsicle. After watching some giant cube magic, we go to Mission City to hide the cube from the Decepticons. After a battle in Mission City, many lives taken (including Jazz's), an amazing building dive, Bumblebee's legs getting blown off, and Sam transferring the cube's energy to Megatron's chest that kills him, we all go home to call it a day. The Autobots live in secrecy among us, waiting for more Decepticons to kill and new Autobots to welcome, and as I sit up in my room writing this, I now know why Sam was acting so weirdly. Anyone would.

Cameron closed the diary and let out a sigh. There, she thought. I did it, finally done. She has been wanting to get this off of her chest for over a year. She heard online that one of the best ways to get things off your chest was to write it on paper and then burn in either outside or in a fireplace. She sat on her bed for a few moments before ripping the page out, putting the diary back, and lazily stuffing the paper somewhere in one of her drawers.

Cameron glanced at the clock on her bedside table; 3:14 AM. She laid back down on her bed, head resting on a fluffy pillow, reaching over to turn the light off. She needed sleep, she thought, for she hasn't gotten any all night, her mind and body refusing sleep until she cleared herself. But as she continued to lie on her warm and cozy bed, she still could not go to sleep.

Cameron's mind began to drift to the events in Mission City. Each Autobot showed a tremendous amount of strength and willpower, each playing a significant role in the defeat of Megatron.

Optimus defeated the Decepticon Bonecrusher on the highway to Mission City, joining the fight a little later on and getting into a brawl with Megatron. He was injured but survived the ordeal to catch Sam from the building fall, scaling down the side before Megatron knocks into him and sends all of us hurling to the ground to no one's liking. He continues the brawl with Megatron before Sam stuffs the cube into Megatron's spark.

Then there's Ironhide. He and Bumbebee hold up a truck to fend off Starscream's bombs to little or no avail. He goes on to protect Sam until he reaches the building, carrying Jazz's dismembered body to Optimus. Ratchet pretty much stays by Ironhide the whole time, protecting Sam and fixing everyone in the end, except for Jazz, who gets ripped in half by a certain Decepticon leader.

But Bumblebee was good for a scout. From being rescued from Sector Seven's torture experiments, to performing magic on the cube, driving Sam, Mikaela, and herself to Mission City, having his legs blown off, and defeating that tank dude anyway. And they just call him a scout.

Blinking hard and escaping her thoughts, Cameron turns on the lamp on her bedside table and looks at the time; 5:11. It couldn't have been. Unfazed, Cameron got up and looked at herself in the mirror.

Horrid. Disgusting. Pitiful. Depressing. They could all describe how she looked, reflecting the way she felt. Her sandy blonde hair looked brown from not being washed or really looked at in days, frizzing and standing up all over the place. Her normally sparkling green eyes were a dull grass green, and the whites of her eyes were red, from not sleeping or showering. Her tan skin was practically bone white, and her pajamas were crumpled and dirty and smelly from not changing in a while. Her body, usually a little plump, seemed as if the fat were sucked from a straw, for she now was bony, and her ribcage was visible if she lifter up her shirt.

Shaking her head, she messily grabs a random shirt, a pair of pants, undergarments, and a pair of socks. She quietly went from her room to the upstairs bathroom she shares with Sam (as her parents share the other one connected to their room) and put her clothes on the countertop. She stripped off her clothes and put them in the hamper, turning on the shower and getting in.

Cameron moaned. It felt so good to shower again. She hasn't showered in…4 days, the last time she checked. She made sure to put an extra amount of shampoo and conditioner in her hair, really scrubbing it all in, before taking a shower brush and putting a glob of body wash on it and scrubbing almost every inch of her body. And it felt so good.

Once she was done, she turned off the shower and dressed quickly, trying to avoid the cold air. Not even bothering to dry her hair, she put it in a bun and headed to her room again. She checked the clock; 5:49. Cameron went downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs she smelled the sweet smell of Sunday morning breakfast. It's not that her family belonged to any sort of religion or anything, but every Sunday morning her parents have taken to making sausages, eggs and bacon for breakfast. Cameron clutched her stomach-it's also been 4 days since she ate anything, too.

Ending the last step with a little jump, she smiled and yelled, "Smells good, guys!" She headed into the open kitchen to the right.

Her mom was bent over the laptop on the island, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to decipher something. Her father was dishing out some scrambled eggs on four plates, a cowlick in his hair. He glanced over at her. "Good morning, sleepy head."

"'Goomernin," her mother mumbled, typing furiously away at her laptop.

"We heard you taking a shower this morning, finally," her father stated. "Your mother and I both took showers after you and still finished before you. I take it you've missed showering?" Father and daughter shared a smile, father out of joke and daughter out of force. "You know, just because it's summer doesn't mean you can't do things like showering."

"I know," Cameron stated with a wave of her hand, still smiling and retaining her act. Inside she was really too depressed to care about anything. "But I don't like getting wet."

"Stupid excuse." Her father put her plate down on the island, along with a glass of orange juice and a bottle of ketchup. "Now eat up."

Cameron literally had to hold herself back from running to her plate and shoving all the food in her mouth at once and down her throat. She felt as if she were walking through water and she made her way over to the stool gingerly sat down. Even though she was eating her breakfast slowly, she finished it in record time and turned around in time to see her brother walking down the stairs.

Sam has changed a lot since the battle at Mission City. For one, he had a cut along the top of his left eyebrow from a stray shard of glass from the building dive. He went from looking like a 14 year old 16 year old to looking like an actual almost-18 year old. His hair grew out and he got tanner, also gaining a little muscle and losing a bit of fat on him. A part of Cameron missed her stupid brother before the Autobots, before Mission City, and wished she could have him back, but she couldn't. Another thing they took from her.

"Hey, guys," said Sam, sitting next to Cameron as his father put his plate down. But as soon as he sat down, Cameron slid off her stool, her finished plate in hand, and set the plate down in the sink.

Cameron exited the room, ignoring Sam's comment about her sudden urge to get up and leave, and headed up to her room to slip on a pair of shoes. She made her way down the stairs and, without even looking at her parents, stated, "I'm going to the park."

She went into the dining room, knowing that she always left her cell phone on the dining room table for some reason. But when she entered the dining room, it wasn't there. Groaning, she played back the events of last night in her mind.

"Hey, Cammy!" shouted Sam. "Come here! Look at what Bee can do!"

"Okay!" she yelled back, hanging up her phone and putting on her happy voice she got so used to doing.

Cameron headed downstairs and to the backyard where Sam was smiling at her, gesturing towards the black and yellow robot behind him. Bee stood at his whole 20 foot height, his arms on his hips, looking down at his 17 year old charge's 10 year old, 5'2" sister, who looked up at him, beaming, a robo-smile on his face.

"What?" she asked Sam and listened to how he has been throwing things in the air for Bee to shoot.

"…and we're up to 18 things now," Sam was saying. "Wanna see?"

No. "Sure!"

"Okay, just stand over there, by the garage, yes, a little to the left-no my left, not your left. No watch." Cameron watched as Bee steadied himself, watching as Sam flung the first piece of random scrap metal into the air, and pretty soon 17 more after that.

Bee charged his plasma cannon, shooting at all of the scrap metal, big and small, before they hit the ground, while his charge moved to a safe distance away. When he was done, he turned to Cameron and smiled again, listening to how his charge was bragging about him and commenting how cool that was. Sam then paused to ask if Cameron could go into the garage and get more scrap metal for him to fling into the air.

"We're trying to get to at least 20," he stated with a smile.

"Okay, sure," Cameron said before going into the garage and getting some metal off of the counter. Her knees almost buckled with the weight of the metal, and to top it off, something was in her jeans pocket that was being pushed further into her thigh. Putting the metal down and taking it out, she realized it was just her phone. She put her phone down on the table and once again picked up all the metal, sighing before going back to Sam and Bee…

That was it! she thought. I left it in the…garage. Bee's in the garage…

Cameron groaned at the thought of encountering the Autobot as she headed towards to garage to get her phone. She opened the door and stepped inside.

A bright and shiny (well, it should be bright and shiny, for Sam washes Bee every weekend) black and yellow 2010 Camaro sat in the garage, patiently. As soon as it saw her it seemed to bounce up on its wheels. "Goooooooood mornin'!" came from it's radio. "And how are you today, hun?"

Cameron almost cringed. She disliked Bee, disliked all of the Autobots in fact. And the fact that Bee just called her 'hun' made her burn inside, her heart flaring with hatred. He could've-he's done it before-he could have took off the 'hun' part-he could take off any part of any recording he wanted, but he left the 'hun' part on. Who was Bee to call her 'hun'? Was she overreacting?

"Hey, Bee," she said in a droned-out tone. "Just came to get my phone." She walked over to the table and snatched her phone, shoving it in her pocket. Cameron turned around and faced Bee. "So how are you?"

"All fine and dandy here," Bee chided. "And where are you going?"

"To the park. Well, uh, see ya!" She closed the garage door, without slamming it, and began to walk to the park, thinking things over.

Have you ever felt stupid at yourself? Have you ever hated yourself for doing something stupid? That's the way Cameron felt right now. She felt stupid at herself. She didn't really want to hate the Autobots. She really didn't. She wanted to like them and laugh with them. But something in her heart made her not be able to like them. Her heart flared just at the thought of them. And then something in the back of her head told her to stop being so stupid, that they were the enemy, and to stay away from them. All of this was beyond her control. Why did she hate them so much?

I'll tell you why, said a voice in her head. They stole from you.

What? she asked the voice.

They took your life away from you, your brother, your mom, your dad, and even your freedom. They hurt you, both emotionally and physically, at the Mission City battle. They were just using you. They lied about trying to protect you. And now-look at you. You're going insane.

No I'm not! How dare you!

I'm you!

Cameron just shook her head and leaned against the big oak tree at the park. Impossible.

Oh, but it is possible, the voice stated. I am you. I am trying to save us from going completely insane over these stupid robots.

Cameron stayed silent. The she spoke, Is it you that has been giving me these thoughts?

For the last time, I AM you! Try to falter from going insane, will ya?

And with that, she didn't hear from the voice again.

Am I going insane? She asked herself. Or am I just…thinking Decepticon?