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Freedom

*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.*

Eleven agonizing days well-spent inside my home either sleeping, eating or doing some type of school work. It's not that I was really complaining about it; I was just getting very sick of the same routine day after day. It really sucked that I wasn't able to go out and actually do motivational things like shooting, jogging, or even school. This past week and a half had been fairly long and I was so ready for a change.

Braelynn had stopped by every other day after school to drop off my homework and would stay for a few hours to talk to me about everything that I've been missing at school and everything that I've missed in her life. She was now in a happy relationship with my childhood best friend, Eric Amell. After he transferred to Oakland in the ninth grade we had stopped talking, but him and Braelynn had always had a thing for each other so I was more than happy for her.

After that little detail she had informed me on Trent's consecutive absences from school. I just laughed about that. I had been almost certain that he was also injured or even just too scared to come to school. We soon got off the subject of Trent and Braelynn began to talk about me and my supposed feelings for Ron. No matter how much I tried to convince her that there are none, she wouldn't stop. She claims that my eyes and the way I look at him give it away. She also says that I light up every time I talk about him, but I just ignored her, considering the fact Ron wasn't really speaking to me at the moment. Him or my father.

Ever since that eavesdropping incident between them they had been way more than reticent. They started staying at the base much longer than they normally did during the week. Most of the times they wouldn't return until I was headed to bed and when I woke up in the morning, they were gone yet again. They were only home for two days after that and even then they wouldn't really communicate with me. A few hello's and goodbye's were really all they said. It's like they were trying to avoid me at all costs and I didn't really understand why. They would quit talking to each other as soon as I hopped into the room and would just stare at the TV even when it wasn't even turned on. They wouldn't utter a word.

I never really thought that they would make such a big deal out of me overhearing the conversation that I wasn't really supposed to hear but they did. It was ridiculous in my opinion and I was intensely aggravated with them. First, they were obviously hiding something from me and probably from my mother, considering she's the only one that even bothered to talk to me. I did not like it when people kept secrets from me at all or when people lied to me, and my dad and Ron's suspicious ways made me all the more eager to find out what the hell was actually going on. Secondly, I absolutely hated nothing more than being ignored. . .especially by the people that I care about and to say the least, I was rather hurt.

Aside from that whole ordeal, my knee was healing up quite nicely. Three days after my dad and Ron sort of quit speaking to me, Ratchet came to check up on me. He had informed me that not only were the pills he gave me pain pills, they were also injected with a special herb that helps speed up the body's healing process. That's the main reason they made me go to sleep. I was more than pleased at this revelation though. That day he had told me that with the way my injury was looking, I would be free from this horrendous brace in about seven days, and guess what? Those seven days were finally over!

Currently, I was sitting on the living room couch brushing through my damp, blonde hair just waiting on Ratchet to walk through the front door. My dad and Ron were at the base again today, not that I was surprised in the least. My grandmother had come over earlier to pick up Annabelle for a few days, so it had just been my mom and I.

The sound from the flat screen TV echoed throughout the room but I didn't pay any attention to what was playing. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and laid my brush down on the coffee table. I was getting way too anxious to get this thing off and my patience was wearing thin.