It Started In A Barn

Chapter 41

Few days later

Zoey’s P.O.V

I wish we could go inside now.

Right now, it was recess.

Not one of my favorite times to be honest.

While all the other kids were off playing, I sat as the small little table that was by the swings.

It was too bad nobody wanted to come play with me or let me play with them. But it's okay I suppose.

I have everybody else to look forward to when I get home.

Sunny and Sides both seem to adore me.

They call me their baby teddy bear.

Literally. They both like to hug and cuddle me to where Ratchet has to pester them to let me get to bed. And then Ace also likes to pick me up.

Ace is very sweet too, though he's never taken off his shades.

Really

I haven't seen him one without them, kinda like I've never once seen ‘Hide or ‘Che without their weapons.

“I wonder why that is.” I mumbled to myself as I started to draw a mini stickfigure family of everyone.

I smiled and hummed to myself as I colored in my picture. I had finished coloring in ‘Bee, Queen, Gadget, and ‘Che. Now I'm working on Sunny and Sides.

I smiled as little as I colored it in.

Eventually, one of my stupid class mates came over.

That's right

I called him stupid

Cause he's like the big bully of the class

“Hey what are you doing weirdo?” He sneered as I paused and glared

“Nun ya for nunya business.” I retorted as I crossed my arms

“We'll see.” He snickered before snatching my drawing

“Hey! Give that back!” I yelled as I jumped up

“This is your family?” He snickered as he looked at it

“So what.” I huffed back and crossed my arms

“No wonder your a freak. Probably as freaky as them.” He scoffed

I watched in horror as he started to tear up my drawing

“Them and their weird hair and glasses. Probably thieves too with those cars.” He stated with each rip

I felt my eyes water as I saw the shreds of my drawing all over the mulch.

“What? Gonna cry like a wittle baby?” He mocked

I felt my anger boil.

And the next thing I know I launched myself at him

***

Bumblebee’s P.O.V.

I was taking Zoey home from school early.

We all got a call from the head of the school saying that she got into a fight, and used some uh….colorful words.

I glanced at her as she sat with her arms crossed. She had a bloody nose and lip but nothing else.

Much better than what the boy had.

Each of our training lessons seemed to pay off.

Apparently, the other boy had two black eyes, a half broken nose, an almost broken leg, several bruised ribs, and a bruised jaw.