Pulled back into War (Nothings black and white sequel)- On hold

Packing up his life.-Part 2

I’m so sorry that I didn’t upload when I promised to! I actually have no excuses I totally forgot about this story! I have put an long one up. Well I think it is. I’ll try my best to update more often. I know not many are reading this at the moment but thank you everyone who is. Again I’m really sorry. Hope you all like it and if it’s not too much to ask I would love it you voted, commented or fanned.

-Lucy oxox  

I don’t own any of the Transformers films, characters or plots. I only own Taylor and how she is linked to the story.

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Chapter 2

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I’M GOING TO COLLAGE!” Sam screaming was what I woke up to as I felt an annoying pest jumping on me. I simply shifted and BANG.

“OWW! MOM! TAYLOR PUSHED ME OFF THE BED!” Sam cried. I laughed, before I was then pulled off my own bed onto the floor.

“Son of a biscuit!” I screamed, as Sam laughed and I shoved him. We managed to get into a pillow fight and giggling like little girls.

“Now this is a sight I haven’t seen for a while.” Uncle Ron smirked from the doorway.

“HE STARTED IT!”

“SHE STARTED IT!”

“Ok, let’s say you both started it. Now get dressed, have breakfast and grab a box we’re on a schedule.” Uncle Ron stated.  We both looked at each other and laughed again as Uncle Ron left.

"Get out loser; I need to help get you to your 'destiny'." I mock, as I remember Aunt Judy's drunken words last week.

"Shut up. You’re the baby making machine, I'd rather have destiny than kid patrol." Sam teased. I threw a pillow at him smirking.

"The only destiny you have right now is to get out so I can get ready before Uncle Ron has a fit." I ordered. He saluted and walked army style out of my room, messing about. I chuckled and jumped in the shower and had a quick hair wash with my summer berry shampoo and conditioner before putting my freshly curled hair, dyed chocolate brown, hair in a pony tail and chucked on some foundation and mascara before putting on my purple bra and panty set, black ripped skinny jeans, grey deep V lace trim cami, black crop blazer, black suede heeled ankle boots, some silver small hoop earrings and my forget-me-not necklace. I looked in the mirror and grinned. Not bad for half an hour. I added my cherry pink lip gloss I put that, my wallet and my mobile in my jean and blazer pockets before going downstairs and munching on my toast and nutella that aunt Judy had kindly made for me. I knew I liked her for a reason. When I had just finished my second piece Sam snatched my last piece before going and getting a granola bar with some fresh orange juice.

"HEY! That’s my toast." I demanded.

"Huh, you know what? I don't see your name on it." Sam said innocently. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You have 10 seconds to run boy." I growled. Sam finished off in a hurry and raced out of the kitchen. I got up and jogged after him. Damn I wish I didn't wear hells, walking yes, but running, no! I went in the living-room to see Sam picking up a box with Uncle Ron. NOOO! Sam sent me a smug look.

"Come on, let’s go! All hand on deck. You too Taylor. Grab a box and lets go!" Uncle Ron ordered. I laughed getting a box as Uncle Ron stormed out.

"Frankie, Mojo, out! Come on kiddos, we're on a schedule." Uncle Ron shouted as he walked out of the sitting room commanding his son, me and his 2 dogs. I followed him out through to the garden smirking.