So I finally decided to do this. A story for the Lambo Twins. I know I'm going to shoot myself in the future for trying to keep up with my stories.

I sincerely apologize if the OC of the story, is Mary-Sue. I'm trying not to make it seem like that, but I guess it depends on everyone's view of Mary-Sue.

I own absolutely nothing, except for the few OCs used in the story, and random plots.

A loud irritating beeping sound intruded my consciousness and I slowly opened my eyes. I groaned as I stretched out one of my arms to reach for the nightstand located next to my bed. I fumbled with everything on the stand before coming across the source of the noise. My hand lazily smacked itself on top of the clock in hopes of silencing it. After repeated attempts, it finally worked.

I sighed as I brought back my arm and sat up in my bed. I let out an obnoxious yawn as I sat there in bed for a moment. I decided to finally get up and dragged myself over to the bathroom located across the room.

I took a chance to look into the bathroom mirror. A wild mess sat itself on top of my head, in other terms…my hair. It didn't surprise me one bit, seeing as I woke up to this every morning. Waking up looking like one of those troll dolls were normal for me.

After changing into a pair of presentable clothes, I finally combed back the mess on my head into a ponytail. I didn't comb all of it back as I let my bangs sway off to the side of my forehead. I looked into the mirror again, but this time with a small smile. I was now looking at an averaged sized 20 year old woman with tied back brown hair that came down to nearly her mid-back area. Her chocolate colored eyes still held faint sleep bags under them but weren't too noticeable. The dark blue, yellow lettered 'Hurley' shirt hugged itself nicely on her body. Her body proportions were average for her age, if not, just a little smaller. All curves were in they're right places but nothing for modeling material. A pair of khaki colored cargo shorts covered her legs and stopped right above her knees.

Sighing, I looked away from the girl in the mirror and exited the bathroom. I stood outside the bathroom door, trying to figure out what to do next. I made a silent 'oh' before walking back over to my nightstand and picking up the black rimmed glasses sitting there. Placing them over my eyes, I adjusted them making sure they sat almost perfectly on the bridge of my nose.

"Okay…Clothes, hair, glasses…Breakfast." I smiled to myself again as I found myself already heading towards the kitchen located downstairs.

I wandered around my kitchen, trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast, when the phone rang. It startled me for a moment, seeing as no one usually called me. Especially this early in the morning. I panicked as I found myself running around, looking for one of the phones in my house. I finally stumbled upon one and I quickly answered it.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Oh goodness, Jacqueline, I'm so glad you answered!" The voice of an older woman was heard through the other end of the call. It sounded like she was…crying?

"Oh, hello mother." I slightly cringed as I heard her call me by my full name. I hated when people did that…

"Oh Jacqueline! I have terrible news! It is about your father!" She was nearly sobbing into the call as I could hear her frantic voice. "He had fallen ill nearly a week ago and just last night…just last night he…he!" She broke into a full on cry as I pulled the phone away from my ear, saving them from the possible damage the high pitched noise could inflicted on them.

"Mother, please, calm down. What happened?" I tried my best at trying to calm the older woman over the phone, but it didn't sound like it was working.

"Jacqueline, your father passed away last night in his sleep!" She started to sob again.

"Oh…" I didn't know how to feel about this… "That is terrible." I wanted to know why I wasn't contacted a week ago when he was sick. But no, I was told until after he died that he was sick.

"I-I just ca-called to tell you about this misfortunate event and that he had got you something and left it for you in his will. It was a recent purchase that he was going to give you in person but…but…" Again with the crying…

"Mother, mother." I sighed into the phone. "Please, don't cry." I had a lot of hobbies. Listening to old women cry wasn't one of them…

"Okay dear, I will for you and your sister's sake… the gift your father wanted you to have is being sent over to your home." I heard sniffling over the phone and she was finally starting to calm down.

"Okay mother, how is Victoria taking this…?"

"Oh, she's worse than me, dear. She locked herself in her room all day…" My sister was acting worse than my mother? That's a shocker.

"Oh…Should I call her later and see if she's…"

"Oh no honey, it's fine. She'll be okay soon, no need to worry." She tried reassuring me, but that was fine. I really didn't want to call anyways… "Well, I have to go for now Jacqueline, I hope your father's gift arrives there soon. I'm sure you'll love it."

"Alright, I guess I'll talk to you later mother."

"Certainly. Love you sweetie." She made a small smooching sound on the other end of the line.

"Love you too mother." I replied before hanging up the phone and placing it on the kitchen table. I took a deep breath before exhaling.

As if my life could get anymore chaotic.

Sure, I should feel bad about all of this. But I didn't.

At a very young age, I was already in a foster home. Then they came along. As in they, I meant my parents. Foster parents that is. They adopted me into they're family. I was a nobody before they came along. I was then known as Jacqueline Alexandra Wright. It was such a pain filling out forms with that name.

But anyways, they were a rich family. A very rich family. Sure, it was nice at first…getting everything and anything you wanted. But I was merely adopted to simply humor my older sister. They claimed she needed a sister. Victoria just used me for her own amusement, but seeing as I had a home, I didn't mind…much. As I grew older, I started to grow tired of being in the rich family.

Why?

Simple. Because everyone I made friends with, wasn't really my friends. I was always invited to everyone's birthday parties, but that's because they thought if I were invited, that I'd bring a really expensive gift as a present. They were only my friends for my…no, my family's wealth.

Soon enough, I was a teenager. One who wished to live a normal life. A lot of kids dreamed to live the life I had. The rich life style well, just wasn't me.

Though, I suppose I should be thankful for them setting me up with a 2 story house. It's a nice house, really. It was located somewhere up-state of Nevada. It was out in the middle of nowhere, in a little woods area. It was nice. The nearest neighboring house was nearly 50 miles away. They had also set up my bank account to where money was never a problem. But I wasn't a crazy spender. I only bought what was needed at home. Like food and such. Which was a lot different from my foster family. Their rule was 'You see it, like it, then buy it.' Of course, this caused my older sister to become what most would call, a spoiled-little-brat. I just say she's 'reality deprived'.

My foster father's death was depressing, but that doesn't mean I wasn't thankful for him taking me into his family. I'll just pay my respect for him at the funeral.

I sighed through my nose before continuing my search for something to fill my stomach. My search was interrupted once again as the door bell rang. I made a small growling noise before pacing to the front door and opening it to come face to face with a delivery man.

"Oh, uh, hello." I looked at the man.

"Hello there. You wouldn't happen to be Ms. Jacqueline Alexandra Wright, would you?" He asked with a smile.

"Um, yes. That's me?" I gave him a questionable look and he still held his smile as he handed me a clipboard.

"Great! I just need you to sign this please." Great, forms to sign.

"Oh, sure." I quickly signed out my name and handed him back the clipboard. "Here you go."

"Thank you. We'll just leave your package out here and be on our way then Miss." He smiled before tipping his hat towards me and walking away.

"Wait! You didn't bring it to the doorstep…?" Like most normal delivery guys do…?

"Oh no Miss, there is no bringing this package to your doorstep." He flashed me another smile. "I'm afraid you'll have to come out here and see it for yourself."

"Hm." I was curious. This couldn't be the gift that dad sent me…could it? Nah, it couldn't be. They live in Missouri, I moved all the way out here in Nevada. And he just passed away last night. Delivery is fast these days, but not that fast. I decided to follow the delivery guy. We rounded the side of my house and my mouth fell open at the sight.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy your package, have a nice day Miss." The delivery man laughed before he hoped into his delivery truck and drove off.

Damn.

I merely gazed at this thing that was dropped off at the side of my house.

There, sitting out in the open was a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. Its exterior looked flawless as I could feel the sun reflect itself off of the yellow exterior. The windows were tinted and gave the vehicle a finishing touch to it. I could feel myself slowly approach it. I don't know what's more stunning, the type of vehicle and its condition, or its color. This shade of yellow was enough to put Crayola's crayon yellow to shame.

I was even having second thoughts about placing a hand on the handle to open the driver's side door to examine the interior. But I did so anyways and sat myself in the driver's seat. Just like the exterior, the inside wasn't so different. Flawless. My attention was drawn towards the dashboard, where a strange little symbol was engraved on it. It was red and resembled something like a … a face. Like a robotic cat face…or something. I ran my right hand over it before I stopped my actions. I spotted a piece of paper above the dashboard. I grabbed it and it turned out to be an envelope. Addressed to me.

"What's this?" I asked to no one in specific.

I slowly opened up the envelope and took out the piece of paper that sat in it. I unfolded it and started to read it.

Dear Jacqueline,

As you read this, I have already passed away. I wasn't expecting all of this to happen so soon. I was really excited about seeing your reaction to my gift. I really hope you like it. Out of the years I spent with you, I managed to notice your little fascination over cars. Just like me. In this letter, I just wanted to thank you. To thank you for being the child I always wanted. I know this is unfair of me, being a father and all, but I mean it. You may not have been my blood born child, but I connected better to you than I did with your sister Victoria. She was always your mother's child. Both of us can see that.

Thank you…so much for making me feel like a proud father.

I was a fool, for not writing my own funeral plans in my will when I could have. Your mother doesn't want you attending my funeral since no one else in the family knows you exist. That's why Victoria always received gifts on her birthday from other family members, and you didn't. I was a damn fool for not letting my own family that I had another daughter…and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jackie…I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me…Good bye and I love you.

Love,

Dad

My eyes went wide as I read through his letter. In his last words, he thanked me for being a real daughter to him…when I was his adopted child. I had mixed emotions at this point…I didn't know if I wanted to scream because of my mother's actions…or to cry because I was actually loved as a person by someone else in that family…

I could feel my eyes sting as tears threatened to fall and my hands shake as they rested in my lap, holding the letter. With an angry growl, I quickly exited the car and ran back into the house.

"No…Stop this…" I growled to myself as I pounded on one of the walls inside my house. The tears started to roll down my face. Why? Why was I doing this? Just moments before this, I didn't really care…and now, I'm balling my eyes out.

This sucks…

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"No."

"Oh c'mon, we might finally get to meet up with Prime and the others in Nevada."

"We'd be there already if you didn't get the wrong coordinates."

"So? We still made it to Earth. Besides! This will give us the chance to explore the states!"

"Yeah, give you the chance. I'll be stuck in the back of some sort of truck the entire way. Wait… I actually like that idea, that means I won't get none of that earth filth on me. Okay, we'll do it, but not because you persuaded me."

"Uh huh, sure Sunny."

I really apologize if this first chapter already seems like it's cheesey. I'm not the most original person in the world...

A few side notes:

Her same is pronounced "Jack-cah-lyn" (Or at least I think it is...Let's just say it does.)

I'm deciding to base the story off of Michael Bay's movies. So I'm not entirely sure if the Autobots are located in California or Nevada. I'm just going to say Nevada because...well...I live there. So it makes the setting a little bit more easy to write about.

That's it for side notes. But I hope the story line isn't too confusing.

Thank you for reading!