Prologue
Well, where to start. My names Adam Witwicky. I thought for most of my short life so far that I was born and raised in England. Turns out I was sent here. But I'll get onto that. I was told I lost my arm in a near fatal accident when I was born, but they never told me what the accident was. But since then I've had a robotic right arm.
I'm fourteen now, I've lived a relatively normal life. I have friends at school. My arm makes me relatively popular. I have black hair, relatively short. People keep saying I look really good, but I'm Quite shy, and short.
All sounds normal right? Apart from the arm. But that's just it, nothing is normal. My arm, it's never been changed, ever. I have never had a bigger one put on as I grew as it never needed changing. It grew with me. Now that isn't normal, is it? Also, in my sleep, my arm gets a mind of it's own and transforms into other thing. I've woken up before with an Ipod for a hand. But once, it turned into a flesh arm. For a whole day, I had a normal arm. But it was back to robotic the next day.
My parents are normal. My mother was a housewife, unemployed, made redundant in the recession. She was tall, slim, good looking with long brown hair. I looked nothing like her. My father was also tall, well built, I looked nothing like him either. But he worked for the secret services. He says he works for MI6, and I've got to say, I believed him.
So, that's me. My early life. But what you are about to see is how quickly my relatively normal life was turned upside down and inside out by an alien race, by Optimus Prime and my real father.
