Optimus Prime is dead. Earth is considered to be dead, and I consider my self dead. I've watched as friends and family are turned into giant alien. I lost my best friend to them. I even lost my mother to them. I watched as she was called to the "office" and everybody knows that if you'r called there you don't return and if you do... well... you either come back in one piece or your.... well considered dead. I never thought i would be called to the "office" let alone be sent back to classes that consisted of over thousand students in one room which used to be the gym but due to the Decepticons wanting to keep everybody in one place it's now one giant class room home to children from ages one to eighteen. if you some how manage to live to eighteen that is. My name is Christina Amsworth and this is how I helped to save Earth and Cybertron. So welcome to this little adventure I am or was apart of.