Chapter 1: the beginning of the end.

I stood in front of the little door which opens up to my make-shift home. Home. Funny stuff really, especially when your own parents keep secrets hidden from you. I sighed, opening up my purse to get the keys to open the padlock, while brushing a hair out of the way and sighing some more. I finally found them and opened up to the made room which smelt dusty and had a feeling of loneliness within as the lack of possessions made the little den a lot larger than it looks. I walked up to the moth-eaten armchair and threw my belongings down, phone, purse and all onto the ragged carpet, and collapsed into the chair afterwards, attempting to get comfy.

I looked at the photo pinned up on the wall, and a little tear fell from my eyes. It wasn't always like this; I wasn't abandoned on the streets or taken into an orphanage...I made my own decisions, the traditional Witwicky senses naturally. But...when I see the family who brought me up, loved me and cared for me...it just didn't seem enough. Apparently, I was not special enough to know the huge, big super secret they kept from me. That, is why I am now living in a small, abandoned den on the outskirts of South Gate, California, and all alone.

My name is Skylar Elizabeth Witwicky, and yep you guessed right, and is the 15-year-old daughter of Samuel James Witwicky and Mikeala Banes. But I look nothing like my parents, I have ice blue eyes and white blond hair while they both have brown and green eyes so the question whether I was adopted has come up a few times. I don't know why I am so different, why I look different and the feelings I have inside of me sometimes...like this huge energy running through my veins, and I always get that feeling when I am angry. Also, I seem to HATE being surrounded by people, especially at school because I feel like I am suffocated and always end up fainting and getting sent home either way.

Somehow, I think that the secret they were keeping from me...IS about me, and that made me feel like an experiment. Like I didn't belong here; and didn't deserve to hear why I truly was this way, this different to everyone else.

That is the reason I ran away. From my only family and from the safety I was in...All because I couldn't wait a little longer to find the truth.

And this is my story.

So.. My first chapter of my very first Fanfiction! I had a great deal of fun writing this, and I now have all these fresh, bright and exciting new ideas that I can continue with.

NOTE: I do not own Transformers (even though I wish I did). But Skylar is my own OC.

No flames please as this is my very first go at writing Fanfiction, And it would be amazing if you could possibly review it so I know where I can go on from the future, and whether I should continue writing this because to be honest, I really want to. ^-^

Thanks a lot!