Unforeseen

Chapter 12

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

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Chapter 12

My feet pounded against the concrete sidewalk. The cold air nipped at my face and turned my breath into puffy white clouds. A burning sensation was erupting from my legs and a nasty stitch had formed in my side.

I was out of shape.

This morning's jog had turned out to be far more laborious than I would have thought, but I was not stopping before I reached home. Tryouts for winter track were coming up and I wanted to get back into my old routine.

Of course, if I did make the team I would have to severely chop my hours at the toy shop. I wasn't sure what the best route was. Track might just help bring a further sense of peace, but working gave me money for college. Likewise, track might give me a scholarship. Might being the key word.

One thing I knew for sure, even if I did not make the team I would run on my own. I had forgotten how invigorating it was, even in this chilly weather.

I half cringed as my cheek began to sting. The chilly air was nipping at my tender stitched, but not nearly as bad as yesterday. I mentally sighed at the thought of Ron. Between the incident and last night I think I had been granted enough apologies to sink the entire United States naval armada… three times.

Coming up on the driveway I slowed to a fast walk. Uncle's truck was sitting in its usual spot, the paper not far from its rear wheels. I scooped it up as I passed. The kitchen light alerted me to someone being up.

"Morning," uncle greeted as I stepped in. "Where have you been?"

"Jogging," I breathed, putting the paper on the table as I headed for the stairs. A nice shower was in order.

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"You're cheek alright?" Ron asked that afternoon on the way home from the toy shop.

"I've told it's alright at least a thousand times," I rolled my stinging eyes.

"Only twenty three."

I pulled a Ron and grunted. I was far too tired to actually come up with an adequate response. My insomnia was once again catching up with me. It did not help either that I had gone jogging this morning for the first time in months. The lack of sleep and sudden exercise seemed to have been a bit too much for my already strained system. Three cups of coffee had done little to wake me up throughout the school day and I was amazed I had been able to last this long. Now the comfortably warm truck, smooth road and the gently humming winds were doing wonders to lull me to sleep. It was an all out war to keep my eyes open.

"You can sleep," Ron half grinned at my stubbornness.

"No thank you." I yawned loudly, much to my embarrassment.

The last thing I wanted was to be was completely vulnerable. Not because I did not trust Ron, but I had already shown a great deal of weakness through my crying fit some weeks ago. I felt as if I needed to show him I was at least somewhat strong.

It was an unnecessary thing to do, part of me knew, but perhaps it was my stubborn sleepless side talking. As it were, I would be home in about ten minutes. A nap could wait until then.

Next thing I knew, there was an annoying noise sounding in my head.

Confused, I rolled over and stared at the offensively beeping alarm clock. It was blaring 5:30 at me. Where in the world am I?

Hitting the off button I sat up. One thing was for certain, it was definitely my room. But, how did I get here?

Climbing out of bed I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Aunt Sarah was already downstairs feeding Annabelle when I descended. She smiled, "Sleep well?"