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Back to Hell

*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.*

The past week had gone by fairly quickly. In reality I had nothing to do but sit at home all day and listen to my needy baby sister, my parent's hushed conversations inside the kitchen and my father's and Ron's mindless chatter.

In the week since he's been here it's been different. There's a completely different atmosphere with him in the house and I really couldn't put my finger on it. I really liked having him here though. He's always teasing me or scolding me for some stupid antic I've done. Some days him and my dad would come up and watch me or even help me shoot--not that I needed it--and he would even brawl with me when he had the time. It was actually really fun having him here. I had learned so much from him in a week than I have from my dad in eleven years.

I was currently laying in my bed just staring at the ground. My dad had woken me up about fifteen minutes ago to get ready for school but I hadn't moved at all. It was far too early for this and far too late in the week. I'd never understand why they sent us back to school in the middle of the week. It was stupid. I felt like some sort of zombie. I had no motivation to do anything. My door clicked open and I looked up just enough to see Ron standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the side of the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. My dad probably sent him up here.

"Go away please," I told him.

"I've been sent to make sure that you were up and ready to go to school," he said.

I groaned. "Well, I am. Can't you tell?"

"You're a liar," he replied.

"Maybe."

"I suggest you get up," he chided.

I groaned and turned around. "But I don't wanna," I whined.

I cuddled myself into my blankets, the sound of footsteps in my ears. Good, he was leaving. I smiled in content and closed my eyes. Seconds later I was being jerked out of bed. I squealed and hit the floor with a thud. A deep chuckle sounded in my ears and I removed the hair that had fallen in my face and looked up at Ron. He had a smirk plastered onto his face and I glared at him.

"Next time you should listen," he said as he walked out of my bedroom.

I got up off of the floor and walked over to my closet to pick out clothes for school. I grabbed a purple floral top, my army green leather jacket, my black leather boots and a pair of dark jeans. I changed into my clothes and then went to the bathroom to do my make up. After about twenty minutes, I finished. I walked back to my room and grabbed my bag before walking downstairs and into the kitchen. My dad, my mom, Ron, and Annabelle were all at the table. I grabbed an apple and sat down beside my dad.

"Finally, you're up," my dad exclaimed.

I growled. I was not a morning person.

"Don't get too thrilled. I'm only up because I was literally forced out of bed," I said.

I heard Ron chuckle and I shot him a glare. My dad laughed. "Maybe next time you should wake up when I tell you to."

"Bite me William," I huffed. He snickered. My mom quickly got up and grabbed Anna.

"I can't take you to school this morning, Lea. I've got to take Anna to the doctor for a check up and then I have to drop her off at daycare and then go to work after that. I'm sure your father would be thrilled to take you though and hopefully pick you up," she explained as she grabbed her purse.