"Hanah! Lunch is ready!" My cousin yelled to me.

"Coming, Tessa." I yelled back. I closed my laptop and ran downstairs. Uncle Cade always had the best hotdogs.

I went outside to the oak tree that we had decorated with tree lights for when we ate supper outside, and grabbed myself a paper plate.

"Mustard, ketchup, relish, or chili?" Uncle Cade asked me.

"Chili, please." I said.

I watched him put a dog on a bun, and put a spoonful of chili on it from the Croc-pot. "There's one happy customer; what do you want, honey?"

"Just mustard, please." Tessa told him.

"Where's Lucas?" I asked, taking a bite out of the chili dog.

"He's still on his way here," Uncle Cade said.

"He's missing out on a perfectly good hot dog," Tessa said, winking at me.

"Totally," I agreed.

Tessa put her hot dog on the plate, "I'll be right back," she said, and she walked back inside.

"Hey," Uncle Cade said once he knew she was inside. I leaned in a little.

"I've got another one coming in,"

"Really?" I asked, smiling.

"Yup."

"What's coming?"

"A Marmon 97 semi, we're gonna strip 'er down and sell the parts."

"Man, that thing's gonna be old. I wonder what'll be in this one. Remember that ol' Ford Ranger?"

"How can I not? That porcupine was ready to blow his spikes." He looked over and saw Tessa walking back over. "Hey, not a word about the truck, okay?"

I pretended to zip my lips shut and throw away the key.

'Wow, a Marmon 97,' I thought. 'There ought to be some good stuff in this one!'

...

'Except for a porcupine.'

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"Hannah! Time to get ready for bed!" Uncle Cade called up to me.

"Just five more minutes?" I called back.

"You said five more minutes ten minutes ago, come on! We've gotta clear the barn out tomorrow."

"Okay," I closed my laptop, and flopped off my bed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I could hear Tessa humming to her music in her room, the lyrics weren't hard to make out...

"...I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter. I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter..."

It was Linkin Park, one of our favorite bands. We both use the same Apple ID so we don't have to pay double the amount of the albums we buy, especially with how we're about to go- 'Don't even think about it!'

The thought of it was too bad to even speak. We need that Marmon, and hopefully we'll make enough off of it to pay off at least one of our bills.

We've had to limit the time we spend using the water to brush our teeth to try and lower the water bill. We shaved off, what? $3 last month? That's like a dollar per person in this house. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with half a cup of water.

I immediately turned off the water, and knocked on Tessa's door.

"Tessa, it's your turn."

"Okay, I'll be out in a sec." She opened the door and handed my the iPod.

She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and was wearing that T-shirt she had gotten that one year when we went to our Girl Scout camp.

She's the veteran scout, I'm still a senior in the Brownies.

"Cute braids." She said.

"Thanks," I replied. I had my hair in pigtail braids, seeing how uncontrollable my hair can be.

I walked back to my room, and put the ear buds in.

"...One thing, I don't know why, it doesn't even matter how hard you try. Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to remind myself how I tried so hard. In spite of the way you were mocking me, acting like I was part of your property. Remembering all the times you fought with me, I'm surprised it got so far. Things aren't the way they were before. You wouldn't even recognized me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me (in the end). You kept everything inside, and although I tried, it all fell apart. What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when..."

I knew the lyrics, it seemed like it was made to explain what they were thinking. They fought for us, and yet people want to kill them off.

My Social Studies teacher brought it up a few months ago in school. He started off by calling some number and putting it on speaker...

"Attention citizens, we are in a state of global emergency. You are urged to stay clear of all Transformers. Repeat, stay clear of all Transformers. Report any sightings immediately. Remember, Transformers could be hiding anywhere. Stay alert, keep your eyes open, and stay inform. For updates, visit TransformersAreDangerous.com. Repeat, TransformersAreDangerous.com."

Then he hung up the phone and put a website up on the SmartBoard. "I want everyone to take out your MacBooks, and go to this website." He said.

No one had a clue what he was talking about, but we did it anyway.

"Now, we all remember what happened in Chicago. And Obama wants to keep that from happening again. So he has made a law that states that all students under the age of 18 is to be signed up with the website created by the government. When you turn 19 you will be deleted from the system and you won't have to worry about it for a while."

I didn't like what I was seeing on the screen.

The photo on the home screen was a picture of the leader of the Autobot side, and below it was written, TRANSFORMERS ARE DANGEROUS.

Only one tad problem with that...

It was the same Autobot that had saved my life.

"Everyone is to enter your email and date of birth, that will be applied to your school records."

I shot my hand up. "Mr. Yailer," I said. "Why is the leader of the Autobots in this picture?" Everyone was staring at me.

"Because, Hannah, he is the one who gives the Transformers the orders. He was the cause of Chicago."

'Such retards.'

"No, he wasn't. He killed the two responsible for Chicago. Did you even watch the news report?"

"Miss Yeager, I advise you watch your tone. This is the truth. But if you are right, what evidence do you have?"

'You're obviously retarded.'

I was standing up now. "My hands."

"Your hands?" He wanted to laugh.

"Yes, my hands. I touched the leader. In fact, I was stuck in Chicago half way through the whole dang thing."

Lori Welker passed out in her desk, others just stared.

"I can bet you right now that I still have his radiation on my hands from 3 years ago. The leader -- no, I'm sorry. I should address him properly. Optimus prime flew me out of Chicago, and went right back in to fight. He could have stayed outside of the city, but no. He went back in, and finished them off. If you're going to give me a 30 question trivia, go see my mother's grave."

Mr. Yailer's face was red. "You want to prove it, Miss Yeager?"

"I just did prove it."

He got his radiation detector-thingy out. Teachers are now required to have them in classrooms.

"Come here."

I walked to the front of the room, kids leaning in the opposite direction of me in their desk's.

"Hands."

I held my palms out, and he waved the detector over them. The thing crackled at a fast pace,

"14.5?!"

"Don't question me when I talk about the Transformers, Mr. Yailer."

He filled out a pass for me. "I want you in the office," He said, his hands shaking. "You do not come into my classroom with that kind of crap."

I shrugged. I had stated my point. I packed up my MacBook, and went to the office.

The best part was, I didn't get grounded.

But I know everything about the Autobots' leader.

Well, almost everything. He was killed in battle by his archenemy, Megatron, who is thank God dead now, and resurrected by Sam Witwicky, the first human to meet the Autobots. I knew the others by name.

Ratchet, the medic.

Ironhide, the weapons specialist, who was killed in battle. RIP.

Jazz, who was also killed in battle. RIP.

Bumblebee, the scout, who I call the cool one.

The iPod changed the album, and a different song started playing.

"When you were standing in the wake of devastation, when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown. And with cataclysm raining down, inside's crying "save me now!" You were there, impossibly alone..."

'Why does everyone hate you?' was the question that shot through my mind.

If I were old enough, I'd start something to benefit the well being of the Autobots, no Decepticons allowed. Raise money for the parts they need, donations, anything I could do to help them. They don't deserve to be treated the way they are today.

'The Till All Are One Foundation.'

Prime's most famous quote was "Til all are one." I do realize how difficult it would be. Sponsorships, something to raise the money to get the parts they might need, it's difficult.

I honestly think it is worth the cause, the Autobots are almost extinct. Let the Decepticons rust away with the world.

I pulled out my notebook, and read over my plans:

'Till All Are One Foundation (?)

Sponsorships: Chevrolet, Peterbuilt, (?)

Benefits: ?????

Reasons for benefits: Reach out to community (?)

Commercial (?)'

I'm clueless about my plan. I've worked on it for two years, amd I've been on the same question: 'How can I help them if I can't find them?'

We'd have to work under the radar, against the government, what ever the term is.

'We' as in Uncle Cade and myself. My friends wanted nothing to do with it. They have a fear of getting "arrested."

Whimps.

I flopped back on my bed and let out a sigh of irritation. How do the other people who start foundations make it look easy?