^^^ Aneska ^^^

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So I made my journey home after recieving the text from Ron to do so. Much to my dismay, but it wasn't like I had any other option.

I found the estimation of time from school to my house is 15 minutes, but since I am a very slow walker it would take double the time. Plus, it was really hot today.

God I hate walking and heading home just confirmed it even more. Looking around I observed the scenery around me, maybe I should have gone with Aneska and Nathan. One of them could have dropped me off back at home, but then again; I don't recommend it.

My thoughts ran wild and my feet crunched against the rocky/sandy surface while I walked beside the dirt road, I knew I was very close to home by now since the asphalt road now turned sandy. My face scrunched into confusion hearing the sounds of speeding vehicle's, I spinned around quickly in the direction I heard them from.

"wow!" I yelped loudly, jumping backwards when suddenly a police car zoomed by me with the sirens blaring and the lights flashing. My eyes wide at the speed it was going at, soon an Ambulance of some sort zoomed after the cop car just as fast.

There must be a serious accident nearby or something, because man they were speeding like no tomorrow.

I felt my phone vibrate once again and I quickly got the darn thing out, letting the speeding vehicles pass as an normal occurrence. Looking at my cellphone, I read the newest message which was sent by Ron.

"Where are you!?"

"Well, walking home of course-" I never go to finish the text as I screamed and pretty much dropped my phone when some type of military jet flew pass me.

The power of the wind and speed made me fall backwards and instantly loose my footing. Hitting my backbone hard, I felt my hands slightly sting. I think I must of scrapped them pretty bad. I hiss in pain and quickly checked my stinging hands to note that yes, they were injured.

What was a jet doing flying so freaking low! Anger ignited in my chest while my eyes stung from the pain and dust.

"I better get home." I muttered quietly to myself, getting up I picked up my phone that I dropped and sprinted home like no tomorrow.

I did not want another jet speeding pass me anytime soon. I felt a substance run down my arm looking at my left arm I notice red blood pour from my injured hand. God dang it. Why do I get injured so easily!

Now walking down the drive-way, I sighed when I passed the familiar Black truck. Noting how Will and Ron were most likely home from work. I stopped when I noticed what seemed to be that same Ambulance from before parked right next to Ron's Truck and-

"Wow" I admire what seemed to be an epic Western star truck, the epic flame paint job impressing me.

After a couple of minutes of admiring the truck, I walked to the front of the house where there stood two unknown males talking to Ron and Will, while Sarah played with little Annabelle in the sandpit nearby.

"I lost Barricade, I couldn't find him" One stranger grumbled with frustratiom. Who's Barricade? What a weird ass name. I continue to quietly walk up to them, happily earsdropping whilst I could.

"Let it pass Ratchet, He will appear once again" The other stranger spoke up in a serious baritone voice. William decided to speak up at this moment, his worry easily spotted in his eyes.

"Hazel's in danger Optimus. Especially with her past and if the Decepticon's-" Was all I could gather from Will before Sarah's voice echoed to me. Cutting the conversation short instantly.

Damn it Sarah. What is a Decepticon?

"Hazel!" Sarahs horrified voice finally hit my ears fully.

"Yeah?" I walk to them rather calmly even though I was dying on the inside with all the eyes suddenly on me.

Stop looking at me please, I feel like curling up into a ball and crying. My hands hurt, it's hot, Williams gossiping about me and I am so tired. I want my bed.

"What happened, you're covered in blood!" Sarah was now yelling at me with horror and ran towards my position.

I sighed. Lifting my injured left hand up in annoyance. "Uh well. I was walking home and... this type of Jet-"

Sarah looked at me in disbelief. Eyes filled with mortification." A Jet?"

"Yes. A Jet!" I waved my arms in the air, frustrated at how dumb I sounded outloud. I winced in regret at that when my hand flared in pain.

Even, I myself, was in disbelief. "Like a HUGE jet! I nearly shat myself!" I claimed dreadfully making William chuckle, something seemed to be on his mind though, I could tell.

The unknown male grabbed my injured left hand and started to fix it instantly. I looked at him with much alert. People touching me...was not something I favoured. Man, why I am so insecure...

He obviously noticed my hesitation and alert. "Don't worry, I'm a Doctor. You can call me Ratchet."

I nodded and went with it, Pretending that I didn't hear any of their conversation and that his name was totally not weird.

I just want the pain in my hand to disappear. "So, you're saying a Jet flew pass you"cRon double checked with me, I nodded frantically in response. This made all the male's sigh.

"How did this injury happen?", The leader-type male asked me, full focus on my injury, before finally looking me in the eyes.

"Uhm Well..."

"You can call me Orion" He claimed, Oh that's helpful. I think. What's up with all these weird ass names.

"Well...I kinda fell backwards from the force of the wind" I mumbled shyly, knowing it sounded ridiculous. I suck at explaining things.

William ran a hand through his hair at that. "So how was school?" He questioned with a grin, obviously changing the subject on purpose. By now Ratchet had finished cleaning my wound, which I thanked him for since it feels so much better than beforehand.

I groaned. "It sucked, I had to re-introduce myself over a billion times and there were so many people there, ugh my personal space and dignity was shattered" I grumbled annoyed at the thought of people bumping into me constantly.

Ratchet snorted and shared a look with Ron, who of course, rolled his eyes.

After 2 minutes of the adult's discussing something really boring. Orion and Ratchet had left to do some important 'business' and I was now inside talking with Will and Sarah about my schooling.

Ron was leaning against the doorway listening in with his judgemental stare of his.

"Made any friends?" Annabelle asked innocently, pretty much appearing out of no where with a bright smile on her face. The girl clinged onto my leg and I nearly jumped a mile in the air. Luckily holding back flinging her across the kitchen.

"holy shi-zzle's?" I didn't want to be scolded from Swearing in front of the child, especially when Sarah eyed me in warning.

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. "Well I made two friends." I admit slowly. This caught everyone's attention. Especially Rons.

"Who?" Ron pretty much demanded, now interested in the talking. Making me roll my amber eyes. I swear the guy had bipolar.

"Aneska and Nathan-" I get cut off almost instantly.

"Nathan.. A Girl or a Boy" Ron asked bluntly, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The man didn't want to deal with another Sam and Mikeala break up scenario.

"A male" I retort in a 'duh' tone. Will and Sarah watched in utter amusement.

Ron grunted in reply and looked away. What did I do so wrong? Mr. Grumpy-pants. Ron was never happy with me I swear.

I sip on my cup of water quite smugly after thinking. Quite pleased that I got under his skin, like he did with me. Touche.

"Hwazels got a boyfriend! Hwazels got a boyfriend!" I spat out my drink instantly, going into a coughing fit, that I kind of wished, killed me.

I'll have to clean that water up later. My cheeks were on fire and I felt like curling into a ball in hopes to disappear.

Sarah laughed with Will and Ron's facial expression was un-readable. Which irritated me easily...Ron is the only person I just can't... read any emotions from. I finally recovered after a minute of coughing.

"No Annabelle!" I yelled loudly in denial. Eyes very wide as I stared at Annabelle with offense.

Aneska would kill me. The girl has a crush on the guy.

"Well he's a boy and your friend? I thought you said you were friends with him. Hwazel!" Annabelle complained with a pout and a stomp of her foot to add affect. Her innocence was easily displayed in this moment.

"You're so lucky that I like you Annabelle."