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*Jayme's P.O.V.*

Once I got home from school, I ran upstairs to do my homework, as I wanted it done so I could start dinner early. Father wasn't home yet, as he worked until about 6. Sometimes he gets off earlier, just to punish me even more, while most of the time there is no reason.

After I had done my chores and homework, I then set out to go to the store. I changed into my favorite white sweatshirt and sneakers. I never wore the sweatshirt to school, as I didn't want it to be ruined.

Once I got to the store, I went to the meat section. Father loves meatloaf. (I don't know where meatloaf would be in the store. 😅) He always complained and beat me if it wasn't meatloaf or another type of meat.

I then went to get the spices needed for dinner. Apparently, Vince was at the store at the same time... He tries to follow me everywhere.

"Hey babe. Why don't you be mine? You can have anything you want. You could even have me." Vince said, standing at the end of my cart. I flipped him off, then shoving my cart past him. I was not in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now.

With there not being many people in the store, I had only counted two or three, and there not being cameras in this part of the store, Vince could do nearly anything he wanted. This time, it was probably starting a fight, as last time, he tipped my cart.

Vince then punched me, like I thought. I simply rolled my eyes. How many times does he have to learn his lesson?

I then kicked him in the shin and ran, pushing the cart while doing this. I made it to check out, so I was safe.

*LE TAHM SKAHP (2 hours)*

*Miko's P.O.V.*

I was looking at the photo Jayme and I had taken earlier. As I was scanning the photo, I noticed her eyes. She was smiling normally, but her eyes looked almost life-less, as if she was just a robot. I've never noticed that before.

I also noticed her arm. Her sleeve had slipped down right before I took the picture. For once Jayme hadn't noticed, so I had kept this photo. Her arm was covered in scars. Not just a few, from falling and scraping yourself on something. Almost none of her arm was without scars. I wondered what could have caused those scars. She uses her katana with care, so I don't think it would be herself causing it. I was worried, and when I worried, I was near silent. This had usually made Ratchet cautious, as usually when I get silent, I'm plotting.

Ratchet looked up from his work, "hearing" the silence.
He looked around for Miko, as it was her usual plotting time of the day. He then spotted her hunched over her phone, in what seemed to be worry.

"Miko? What are you looking at?" He asked, cautious about what she might do.

"Just a picture a friend and I took. That's all Ratch." She replied, not snarky at all.

"Then why are you worried over a picture?" Ratchet had never seen Miko this worried, exept for when Bulkhead almost died from the Tox-En.

"I'm not worried Ratchet! I'm just remembering somethings we did about a year ago." Miko replied, for once not wanting someone else to get involved with the Autobots.

Ratchet nodded, making a mental note to keep watch on Miko.

*Jayme's P.O.V.*

I had just gotten home from the store, seeing my dad's car in the driveway was not a good sign. As I walked in, a book was thrown at me. I don't know where he got it, as I had never seen any books in the house. Ever. I dodged, and ran for the kitchen, to start dinner as he would be madder if the food wasn't done by 7:00. After I had dinner made he finished eating, I was dragged downstairs, to where he kept his knives and belts. Hopefully I live. I most likely will, but I still worry, as his punishments have been getting worse.

We are like stars. There are millions of us, all of us being near the same. But at the same time, we are all different. You may feel insignificant, a mistake, but you must know that you are the light in someone else's life.