*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.*

There was absolutely nothing I hated more than high school. I couldn't even begin to understand why I was being forced to go in the first place. I mean I wasn't even human for scrap's sake. Well, I was half human, but it didn't make a bit of sense to me. I was smarter than almost half of the human population, but yet here I was wasting my precious time inside a putrid building filled with a various amount of ignorant and vile human beings. It wasn't exactly how I liked to spend my weekdays, but I was told that it would be better for me to fit in like a normal teenage girl; the thing was that I was not a normal teenage girl, and I never would be.

The very annoying sound of the final bell filled my ears, and I sighed in relief. It was finally the weekend, and that meant I was free from this retched place for the next two days. I would have to come back on Monday, unfortunately, but I didn't want to think about such a tragedy at such a wondrous time like this.

Without another thought, I slammed my notebook shut and shoved it into my mess of a book bag. Our teacher, Mr. Monroe, was babbling about something or another, but I couldn't necessarily be bothered to care about what it was. There was a very high possibility that he was trying to assign us homework to do over the weekend, but I most certainly was not going to do it. Weekends were for me, and I refused to waste them on petty school work.

I quickly stalked out of the classroom before he had the chance to stop me, and hurried down the hall to my locker. Mindless chatter could be heard as I shoved my over-sized textbooks into the small space, but I payed no attention to it. Nothing any of these scrap heaps ever said was remotely interesting anyway; if anything it was completely and utterly idiotic. All they conversed about was partying, drugs, alcohol, pot, or occasionally sex, and none of that interested me at all. It was excruciatingly stupid, and sometimes I even praised myself for being the only intelligent one in my generation.

Once all of my books were inside of my locker, I slammed it shut and continued down the hallway. Hundreds of students filled the hallways, and I had to push my way through them just to get out the slagging doors. One girl purposely pushed her way passed me, and I had to control myself before I ripped her arm off. I blamed my temper solely on my father. He was a rather hot headed being, and when angered he acted on impulse, much like I did. Over time I learned to control myself and my impulses. I was kind of forced to given the fact that I could kill someone with a single blow to the face, but that still didn't prevent the urge from surfacing.

In front of the school sat a very familiar GMC Topkick, and I ran over almost immediately. I yanked the door open and hopped in, not even bothering to look at my father's holoform which sat in the driver's seat. I was exhausted from dealing with so much ignorance, and I really couldn't wait to get home and get in bed.

"It's nice to see you too, Kay," my father mumbled before pulling off.

I let out a very dramatic sigh. "Sorry, I'm tired."

"I presume you had a rough day at school?"

"Every day at school is a rough day. I thought I've established this before," I remarked.

He shrugged. "I don't recall. I normally zone out when you start whining about how much you despise school or your life, really."

I shot him a look and propped my feet up onto his dashboard, only for my seat to fly backwards in response. I had forgotten just how much he hated when I, or even my mother, placed our feet on the dashboard. He seemed to have forgotten how much I hated him using his alternate form against me, though. It was very aggravating.

"A simple 'put your feet down' would have sufficed," I grumbled.

"I've told you before that I didn't like it. You're smart enough to know not to put them up in the first place," he countered. I just rolled my eyes at him and settled back into my seat.

This was just another thing I had to go through; fighting with my Autobot father. We couldn't go a day without having some petty little argument. My mom claimed that it was because we were so alike, and I was now beginning to understand why I got along better with my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my father more than anything in this world, but sometimes he is just so damn aggravating.

"Can we go to McDonald's, please?" I asked him.

"Hm, why should I take your bratty aft to McDonald's?"

"Because I'm your daughter and you love me. Now go," I responded, pointing at the McDonald's a ways down the street. He rolled his eyes and grunted before speeding towards it. I smiled in triumph; there was no way he could ever deny me.

Once I got my chicken nuggets, my fries, and my sweet tea I was satisfied with life. My dad, on the other hand, was rather annoyed. This wasn't anything new though. He was always annoyed with something or another, and I thought it was rather funny.

"Thank you, daddy," I hummed.

He just shook his head at me and continued on to the house. The sight of the familiar two story house made me rather happy inside, but the sight of my mom's car in the driveway made me even happier. I haven't seen her in three days because she's been away on some sort of business trip in North Carolina with my uncle Sam, and I was more than ecstatic with the fact that she was actually here.

As soon as we were parked I jumped out of my dad's alternate mode and ran to the front door, my food and my school bag still in hand. I shoved my way into the house, and nearly tripped over the rug in the hall in the process. I couldn't help it; I was excited to see my mom.

"Mom!" I yelled as I ran into the living room to sit my stuff down.

The sound of loud heels coming down the stairs caught my attention, and I walked back into the main hall to see my mom rushing down the staircase. She had only just returned home, and the way she was dressed was enough to confirm it. She wore a tight black dress with lace detailing with her normal black pumps, and her blonde hair was in waves down her back. My mom may have been 39, but she still looked like she was in her late twenties; she was absolutely beautiful.

The moment my mom met my eyes she smiled brightly and hurried off of the last two steps and ran over to me, crushing me in a loving, motherly hug. I giggled and hugged her back before pulling away. She then moved from me to my dad who I hadn't even heard come in the door. Just the way he looked at her was enough to make me smile. It didn't even bother them that they were two completely different species. He was so in love with her, and I only hoped that one day I could find someone to look at me the way my dad looks at my mom.

What I didn't like, though, was their PDA. I found myself grimacing as I watched my mom lean in to kiss him. PDA was fine, don't get me wrong, but these were my parents and it was gross watching them. I mumbled an "ew" under my breath and took off for the living room where my food was. I decided that I'd much rather eat my chicken nuggets instead of watching my makers suck face. I almost thought about asking my mom if synthetic skin tasted good considering she always had her tongue on it, but thought against it.

As I picked up a chicken nugget my parents walked into the room. The two of them sat down on the love seat, leaving me alone on this big ass sofa. I just smirked, placed my feet up onto the coffee table, and put a chicken nugget in my mouth.

"So, how was your trip?" I asked my mom with a mouth full of food.

She was leaning against my dad, watching me closely. I could barely make out the amused expression on her face before it disappeared.

"It was fine for the most part. How was school?" she asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. She only did this to annoy me.

"I'd rather rot in hell than go back to school. Why do I even have to go in the first place? I'm smarter than ninety percent of the human population? I don't need high school," I grumbled as I shoved another nugget into my mouth.

My mom laughed, but my dad answered.

"It's better to fit in than stand out, Kay."

"And, I'd get in trouble for allowing you to stay home," my mom followed.

I made a face. "Why?"

"Because, it's the law."

I scoffed and shoved another chicken nugget in my mouth. "What a stupid law."

"You'll be okay, kid," my dad assured me.

"Whatever you say, dad."

I got up from my spot on the couch and went into the kitchen so I could throw my trash away before heading back out into the living room.

"So, I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life. I'll see you in the morning," I told my parents.

I barely made it out of the living room before my mom's voice and heels sounded behind me.

"What?" I whined. "I just wanna go to sleep."

"Listen," my mom started as she placed her hands on my shoulders.

"What do you want, Azalea?"

"I just want to let you know that Adalyn is going to be here tomorrow with the twins," she informed me.

I grimaced. "Ew, children."

"They're not that much younger than you. But I expect you to behave. I know how you are," she told me.

"Ah, mother knows best. I understand. Now leave me alone so I can sleep. I love you both. Bye," I replied before running up the stairs. I could almost bet that my mom was shaking her head at me, as well as my dad, but who cares. I just wanted to go to sleep.

Once I was in my room I walked over to my dresser to pick out a pair of night clothes. I threw on a pair of black leggings and a t-shirt I stole from dad's wardrobe. After putting my dark brown hair into a messy bun I got into bed. The moment I hit the pillow I was fast asleep.