Uncover → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Six o'clock comes early and after being out of school for over a week I was definitely not used to waking up at this time. I laid in my bed just staring at the wall for about five minutes before finally getting up to get myself ready for the day.

I took out a pair of black jeggings and a denim shirt out of my drawers. I quickly changed into them and grabbed my tan and black cheetah print scarf along with my tan ankle boots. After putting them on I walked into the bathroom to do my make up and hair.

An hour later, my hair was curled and my makeup was finally finished. When I walked back into my room I grabbed my bag and shoved all of my supplies inside. I unplugged my phone from its charger and tossed it into my bag before heading downstairs and into the kitchen.

My mom, my dad, and Ron sat at the table. They all looked at me as I walked in. I just strode over to the cupboards and grabbed a granola bar. I sat down at the table beside my mom and began eating it.

"I see you got your brace off. Are you feeling better without it?" my dad asked me.

I gave him a look and took another bite of my granola bar.

"Sure," I answered dryly. He scrunched his eyebrows up at me but I just ignored him.

An uncomfortable tension filled the atmosphere. I finished my granola bar and tossed my wrapper into the trash can.

"What time is Braelynn coming to get you?" my mom asked me.

"I don't know. Probably like seven forty five or something."

"Alright. That's good. I've got to get going now. I'll see you all later," my mom said as she walked out the door.

I sat back down at the table and propped my feet up.

"Why didn't you just ask us to take you? We would have," my dad said.

I scoffed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like being ignored like I have been for the past eleven days. I'm surprised you're even talking to me at all. I mean, Ron's right there. Talk to him, not me. I'll leave," I snidely remarked.

A car horn sounded outside indicating that Braelynn was here. I got up from my chair and headed over to the door.

"Lea," my dad started.

I threw a hand up to stop him from further speaking. "Look, I don't care. I have to go. Goodbye. I love you," I told him and walked out of the kitchen door and then out the front door.

Braelynn's 2008 Chevy Cobalt was sitting in my driveway next to my dad's truck, which I hadn't seen in over a week. I patted the side of the truck before climbing into Braelynn's car. I closed the door and soon we were off.

"What's wrong with you today? You look angry with the world," she teased.

"I'm more angry at my father and Ron than the world," I told her.

She laughed. "Are they still ignoring you?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I'm not still mad about it. They avoided me for eleven days just because I overheard them talking in my sleep and I don't understand why. Men are so stupid, I swear."

"You're not wrong. Eric and I got into it last night," she said.

"What happened?"

"He was talking about the time he went to the beach with this girl named Felicia and it pissed me off so I went off on him," she explained.