A/N

Hello everyone

Before you began. I hope you like this story. I had this story in my drafts for some time now. I just didn't know when to publish it.

Well hopefully you like it as much as I liked it.

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Optimus Prime

Hello, Everyone out there that is reading this. The name is Moonlight and this story your about to read will tell you my life story.

I'm currently sitting in a classroom with a bunch of idiots. Let's just say that I'm not human but an alien robot called Cybertronian.

Right now I'm on my hologram which helps me blend in with the organics that live on this planet of dirt called Earth. This planet was the place where my escape pod land after I escape the great war that's happening on my home planet Cybertron.

This war was made by one of my older brother name Megatronus who changed his name to Megatron. He started this war for power which destroys our home planet Cybertron. My other older brother name Orion Pax that goes now by the name Optimus Prime is the one whose fighting Megatron to stop this horrible war.

Even after all that Megatron has done I can never be capable of hating him. I love him as much as I love Optimus. But now they change they are not the brothers that I once knew. They were no longer Orion and Megatronus.

As the war continued I was a neutral. Never choose a side to join and never will. They both asked me to join their side but I refuse and escape our home planet where I land here on Earth far away from the war and far away from the two I called brother.

Since I land on Earth I live alone on the streets but after some time I bought this house next to my best human family friend the Witwicky's.

I use a fake name thinking that my Cybertronian name will be weird for humans to hear so I choose the name Zoe and the last name Guzman for myself. My hologram has black hair with ocean bright blue eyes. My hair also has white highlights.

MoonLight Hologram

MoonLight Color Optics(Eyes)

MoonLight White Hair Highlights

Clothers MoonLight Is Wearing

"Okay, Mr. Witwicky. You're up" Our annoying ass history teacher calls with a grumpy face. I could tell you one thing about our history class teacher. He hates us with a passion. Well can blame him when you have to deal with a bunch of idiots.

I watch from the corner of my left eye my best friend Sam Witwicky stand up and walk up to the front desk of the classroom. Like the oaf that he is. He turns his whole backpack upside down making everything that was inside to fall on the desk and some even fell on the ground.

I roll my eyes at my friend idiocy. I still don't get how I became his friend but oh well. It's not like I can change destiny from happening.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff" Sam said trying to cover his idiocy but that still didn't stop the class from laughing at him for making an idiot of himself in front of the classroom.

I then began to fix myself to a more comfortable position I saw from the corner of my right eye Trent who sits at the table next to mine grabbed an elastic-band.

He then leans over to his girlfriend which name is Mikaela. Sam's crush.

"Watch" Trent whispered as he then stretches the elastic-band pointing it at Sam.

"For my family..." Sam started but then was interrupted by Trent's elastic-band hitting him square in the neck. The class all laugh as it hit him but I ignore them and kept glaring at Trent.

"Who did.... Who did that? People! Responsibility" Our teacher shout.

Before Sam could continue with his presentation. I "accidentally" drop my pen and just as I went to retrieve it I lashed my leg out. It slaped Treant's chair leg and he tumbled to the ground.

Nobody move and nobody laugh. Too scared of having to deal with Treant's wrath or mine. Trent looked up at me with rage in his eyes. I roll my eyes and showed him my pen with a shruge.

"I drop my pen but still. I'm not sorry" I said with an innocent look then turn back to Sam who had an amusing smile on his face.

"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 big deal" Sam explained.

I just roll my eyes when Sam mentions it being a big deal. A big deal will be having to deal with two annoying ass brothers that are fighting with each other and you not being able to do anything but watch how they destroy everything that you use to love. Now that's a big deal, Sam.

"In 1897, he took 41 sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story, right. And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seaman" Sam said and like the idiots and immature classmates that I have they all end up laughing when Sam said, Seaman.

The teacher holds a red sign with the words 'Quiet' on it making everyone shut up.

"This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the sextant here" Sam said and again class erupts into laugher and our teacher raising the sign once more so we could shut up again.

"$50 for this, which is a bargain" Sam added.

'Really. Who would pay $50 bucks for an instrument called a sextant' I thought.

"These are pretty cool. These are my Grandfather glasses" Sam said as he held up a pair of cracked glasses.

"I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things" Sam said hoping someone could be an idiot like himself and will take interest in them.

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing" our teacher lecture annoyed as hell as I am.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going toward my car fund" Sam said.

Oh, that's right. I forgot Sam told me about this deal with his Father. Sam had to get 2,000 dollars and three A's then his Father will then get Sam a new car.

"You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day" Sam said.

"Sam!" our teacher snaps.

"Sorry. Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psych ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered" although before Sam could continue the bell rang.

"Thank Primus it did" I told myself.

"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight" Our teacher said trying to scare us but it never works with me because even without study I could look whatever I want with a click on my brain.

Sometimes I question myself why do I even attend school when I'm a freaking giant alien robot. But can back away now can I.

I look up at Sam and of course, he's still trying to sell his crap. I roll my eyes for maybe the 50 time this day before grabbing my stuff and heading out the class but not before telling Sam.

"I wait for you outside the school" I whispered in his ear as I pass beside him then walk out the classroom door to freedom.

I waited outside the building for maybe 8 minutes until Sam finally came out really with a happy smile on his face.

"So what did you tell the teacher so he could give you an A?" I asked.

"What! Nothing. He said that I deserved this A" Sam replied with a nervous look.

"Sure" I replied then playfully push him and head over to Sam Dad to tell him that I be riding on my own car which is my alt-mode.

"Hey Ron" I greated as Sam came over and he practically jumps in the passenger seat of his Dad car.

"Hey, Zoe. So Sam what do you have?" Ron asked Sam once he addresses me.

"An A- but it's still an A thought" Sam replied.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! I can't see. It's an A" Ron said once he could see the paper clearly.

"So I'm good?" Sam asked.

"You're good" Ron replied making Sam jump in happiness.

"So Ron I followed behind?" I asked.

"Yeah knows already were to you right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do. You told me yesterday" I replied then turn and walk over to my alt-mode which was a white Lamborghini Aventador.

MoonLight Alt-mode

I got inside then waited until Ron finally left so I follow behind. Time pass and I watch Ron go inside a Porsche Car Lot. I mentally laugh knowing that Ron wasn't really getting Sam a Porsche for his first car but wanted to play a little prank on him making him believe that he was getting one but to end up being disappointed.

I stop laughing then drove over to where Ron was really buying Sam first car. The place was called Bobby Bolivia's Car Lot. I park myself in a parking lot then got off and watch as Ron park his own car and him with an angry and disappointed Sam right behind.

"Here. No, no, no, what is this. You said....You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad" Sam began to complain to his Dad as we three walk over.

"Sam stop complaining. At least your getting a car" I said.

"Says the girl that has a Lamborghini with her" Sam said. I roll my eyes and just decided to stay quiet.

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine" Ron replied.

"Okay, let me explained something to you. Okay. You ever see 40-Year-Old-Virgin?" Sam asked.

"Yeah" Ron replied.

"Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-Year-Old-Virgin" Sam said.

"Okay" Ron said with a tone that said that he was not changing his mind.

"You want me to live that life" Sam asked.

"No sacrifice, no victory" Ron said.

"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, Dad" Sam said.

"Right" Ron replied.

"Gentlemen and.....Lady" I heard a man said.

I turn around and saw this black man eyeing my body from bottom to top like if I was some kind of prize. I roll my eyes in annoyment knowing really well that this guy was a pervert.

"Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" Bobby asked.

"Well, my son here, looking to buy his first car" Ron said while patting Sam back.

"You come to see me?" Bobby asked as he lays a hand on his heart in a form meaning that he was touched that we had come here to get Sam first car.

"I had to" Sam replied.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B" Bobby said as he shakes Sam's hand.

"Sam and this here is my Dad Ron and Best friend Zoe" Sam said intruding everyone.

"Sam, let me talk to you. Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, son. A driver doesn't pick the car. The car picks the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them. Especially not in front of my Mammy. That's my Mammy. Hey, Mammy!" Bobby explained then called out to this group of ladies where one then replied while raising her middle finger at him making me cover my mouth so I won't burst out laughing.

"Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. Tell you, man, she deaf, you know" Bobby said laughing while looking at Sam.

"Well, over here, every piece of car a man might want or need" Bobby said as we then walk over to a yellow 1967 Chevy Camaro.

"This ain't bad. This one's got racing stripes. What do you think Z?" Sam asked.

He was using the nickname he chooses to call me which is just saying the first letter of my name.

"It's okay" I said.

I then saw Bobby blinked at the car with a confused look. He then began to argue with one of his workers. I ignore them then see Sam get inside to check the inside of the car.

"Feels good" Sam said to me.

I nod then see him wipe some dirt off the middle of the steering wheel. What I saw made my world stop for a moment.

'NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! No this can be!' I yelled.

I then took a few steps away from the car. Sam saw and look at me with a confused look.

"Is there something wrong Z?" Sam asked.

"Huh...no. It's just that I remember something really important that I have to do. I have to go Sam sorry" I said.

"It's okay Z. See you later" he said. I nod then as a flash I took off to my alt-mode and got inside. Once there I speed away from the car lot off to my human house.

"No this can be" I said to myself as I finally made it to my house and park my alt-mode in the garage.

"This can be. The war was supposed to be on Cybertron. Why?" I asked myself as I hit my head on my alt-mode steering wheel.

"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why are the Autobots here?" I said.