Unforeseen

Chapter 4

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's - Mel, Lucas and (very briefly mentioned at this point in time) Jessy.

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Chapter 4

It had become something of a routine. I'd get up, walk to school, use the tech lab during free periods, go to work, walk home, do my homework and then sit outside with my star gazing buddy.

I think most people would call me insane if they heard me referring to a truck as a companion, but that was sort of what he had become. Well, alright. Saying 'he' might be pushing it a little. However it did have a name and Ironhide just did not sound effeminate. Not to mention the model of the vehicle certainly did not scream 'woman' either. So if trucks had genders this one would definitely be male.

Leaning against the driver's side door I stared up at the sky. I still had no idea what any of the constellations were but that did not deter me in the slightest.

"The North Star is in… ursa major? No, I think it's ursa minor," I mumbled aloud. My astronomy class was ridiculous. I was not learning a thing from it. More often than not I used it to sneak text message my Texan friend Jessy. It was the only communication I had with my old home.

"You know any constellations Ironhide?" Talking to the truck was becoming a bad habit. But as long as it never responded I knew I was still, somewhat, sane. Though I must admit, sometimes I did wonder what he would say if he could talk.

A groan emitted from my throat when my eyes began to burned. My queue to get some sleep. I flipped open my cell phone, the clock blared four am. No wonder.

"Bed time for the insomniac." I patted the hood as I walked by. "Good night."

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When I drowsily came down the stairs two hours later I was met by my uncle and a cup of coffee. "I don't want you walking home from work anymore."

"Huh?" It was all I could muster at this accursed hour.

Uncle Will held up the paper. "Someone was nearly killed down town last evening. You'll be picked up from now on." There was no room for argument. Stupid lawless people of the world, I thought. They were depriving me of my exercise.

"Can I still walk to school?"

"Not today," uncle jerked his thumb out the window. "It's pouring."

"Oh." The clouds must have rolled in pretty quickly after I turned in. I don't know how I missed the noise on the roof though. I blamed it on being early.

When uncle was ready we made it to the truck. An umbrella proved useless against the downpour, but I tried anyway. Settling into the passenger's seat I frowned down at my soaked pants. Nothing I could do, they would just have to dry on their own.

Neither of us spoke as he drove. Heat was blaring on my legs, obviously uncle wanted to try and dry me out, but I could not remember him turning it on. I shrugged. He'd probably had done it when I was putting on my seatbelt.

As we ambled down the road, dark memories began attacking my mind. Memories of that day. The black skies and pouring rain weren't helping matters. It had been just like this when it had happened.

Soon enough the school rolled into view. Uncle stopped me as I made to get out. "You sure you're doing alright Mel?"

I must have been looking rather pathetic. It had been a while since he had last asked me that question. I had not spoken to anyone about the nightmare that had brought me to this place and he knew I wasn't sleeping. "I'm fine."