Unforeseen

Chapter 21

I do not own Transformers only my OC's.

Chapter 21

It's amazing how different school feels after a week of being absent. The usual chatter and discord floated through the halls; people uninterested in being here so early, those discussing how they would skip classes, what assignments they left to do and the occasional student who was all too eager to be here. I was usually mixed right into the group wondering why I was up so early, but after everything that had happened this sense of normality was welcomed.

I had been given clearance to the base, but I would have to wait until Saturday, which was two days away. Part of me couldn't wait. I would officially be with Ron after that.

All the same I could not deny I was becoming increasingly more nervous. I would be on military property with a series of robots calling themselves Autobots. There was no saying what would happen.

I couldn't help but wonder if I would end up meeting all of them or if I would be spared a potential break down and only be subjected to meeting Ironhide. I really only wanted to meet him, the others could stay hidden for all I cared. Knowing what other vehicles these guys took would only make me fidgety on the streets.

"Hey Melry," Lucas popped up next to my locker with a grin. "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged, "still healing, but better than before." Much better, I thought with a faint smile. Despite the alien issues, things were looking up.

"Glad to hear." He dug into his coat pocket. "I kept forgetting to bring this over to your house," he produced my cell phone.

"Thanks," I had forgotten all about it. It was dead, which was not surprising, but at least it was one thing to have been given back. All the rest of my belongings from that night were still in military hands. I hadn't any idea what they thought they could accomplish with them, they only had Little Ironhide, my graphing calculator and a notebook or two with homework in it. Not anything that was overly dangerous… the toy truck was I suppose, but it had not been designed for such purposes.

"I must have a million messages waiting for me," I half laughed. My Texan friends were probably wondering what had happened to me, we usually texted every day. I would have to call them when I got a chance to charge it. Perhaps this was a sign for me to write their numbers down so if anything ever happened again I could get in contact.

School passed by slowly, but I was just happy things were normal. I could sit back and concentrate on my work and forget about my alien troubles. My teachers were surprised to find I had done all the makeup work and my injuries allowed me to skip gym, which was always a plus, especially considering we were playing basketball. I never got out of that sport without trying to break my fingers.

"Are you sure you're ready to come back?" Lucas asked at the end of the day as I headed to the bus with him.

"Positive," I replied. "I'm sick of being stuck at home. Going back to work will be a nice change. I'll just have to take it easy."

Perhaps I had made the wrong decision, but by the time I had realized it was too late to back out without looking foolish. Work wasn't strenuous, physically, but we had an overly aggressive customer causing a ruckus. He'd left me with a rather sizable migraine.

It was a relief to finally be able to collapse into bed that night. My mattress felt heavenly to my taxed mind and body.

I nearly cursed when I realized I had yet to touch my homework and I still had to hook my phone up to the charger. It took a great deal of effort to get myself up. All I wanted to do was sleep, but there was no time for such luxuries.