Tuesdays, god do I ever hate Tuesdays, Wednesdays at least are in the middle of the week so you know you're over the bump, Thursdays you know there is only one day left until the weekend, Fridays, well their self explanatory, and Mondays you're simply too comatose to even compute what's going on. Tuesdays though, everything goes wrong on Tuesdays.

It was three weeks earlier that I broke up with my boyfriend of two years, and the worst of it was I couldn't be mad at him, he really loved me. I just realized one day that I wasn't in love with him, and that although I was attracted to him, it wasn't enough, and he didn't challenge me at all. I came to find I had turned into someone who was staying in a relationship for looks and nothing else. After I told him he didn't look at me, all he said was to be out of the apartment with my things by the end of the week, I haven't seen him since.

I was moved out two days later, and I'm currently living back home. During the last couple weeks I've been thinking about what I really want in life, and then a thought hit me one day while I was making dinner, maybe I want someone who I thought so much of that looks would become obsolete. Someone who I couldn't give up no matter what, someone who could challenge me, tell me I'm being a cow!

So when this specific Tuesday started relatively well, I should have clued in to the fact that something was wrong. I had a good nights sleep, woke up early enough to have breakfast, but late enough to sleep in. I even tried looking good today, making sure to pick out that cute shirt that goes with my favorite pair of jeans, hell even my car was working. That should have been my first hint that the day would go south, but being a silly girl, excited over the fact that she had managed to complete a full month of her first real adult job, but why would I think about something as insignificant as that?

My current employment is working at Mission city traditional elementary, after university I had two options, teacher or geologist, in the end I chose geologist, which left me with another decision, high school teacher of elementary school teacher. After weighing my options I decided on what I thought was the lesser of two evils, little did I know children can be very difficult, who'd have guessed! Thankfully I was lucky enough to have been blessed with a well behaved class in lieu of Tarzan the ape man.

It wasn't until I was pulling up to the school and saw the big yellow bus that I realized it was field trip day. So right when that school bell rang, and one by one my students walked into the class eager to go on a fun filled day at the Mission city chocolate factory, much to my horror. This I thought to myself must have been the tragic event that was going to ruin my perfect day, but of course I just had to be proven wrong. Myself and the other class teacher, Margret a wonderful elderly woman with long thick white hair, who always wore green khaki dresses with brightly colored clogs, collected our students and headed towards the big bus. After a few quarrels with the students and people rearranging, we were off.

The ride out of suburbia and into the center of the city was filled with off key how many bloody bottles on the wall there were, and the occasional sick child, all in all a wonderful bus ride. By the time we had reached our destination most of the students had become restless and were eagerly pushing each other to escape the confines of the bus.

Margret and I made sure to utilize the ancient wise practice of the buddy system, and when each of our students each had a partner we were off inside the huge grey building, not realizing what kind of disaster our day would become. I remember the half balding tour guide who spoke to my chest, which much to my horror the some of the students noticed. I remember the sound of the machines as we past, and I remember the army officer coming into the building telling everyone to evacuate.

We were rushed out side by the men in uniforms, only to be confronted by lines of army jeeps. As people loaded onto the green vehicles I counted the students one by one until it was my turn to board. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but we don't have enough room for you on this one, you'll have to wait for the next envoy" the officer told me, all the while the children excited to be on an army vehicle. "Vivian you go I'll wait here" Margret yelled from inside the truck, I simply shook my head, "No go ahead, I'll take the next one, besides I don't think I could handle both your class and mine" I yelled back.

Suddenly one of my students stuck her head out the back "Awe come on Ms. Carpenter, we're not that bad" I just laughed and waved good bye as the truck pulled away, not realizing that this would be the last time I ever saw my students again, not realizing how much I should have appreciated the normality that was my life during the time I spent as an ordinary teacher.

Just as the last jeep disappeared over the horizon the far end of the factory blew up, I abruptly turned around only to find two huge machine creatures dukin' it out like UFC fighters in a death match. I did of course what most sensible human beings would do, run in the opposite direction screaming like a banshee out of hell. All the while not realizing I was just moving closer to the main battle field, but then again I could have cared less at that moment, screaming and flailing takes up a lot of concentration you know.

As I ran, I passed by people and debris, not realizing what I was doing, I just wanted to get away from the two metal heaps of destruction behind me. It was then that I turned my head ever so slightly and saw down an alley way a young girl struggling with a tow truck. She appeared to be crying, I looked at her face and something twitched inside me, almost like a memory. I abruptly changed my direction to see if I could help her, only to stop abruptly in my tracks at what she was trying to tow away, it was a big yellow, robot…thing.

The girl didn't seem to notice me, but the machine on the ground did, it looked down at me, straight into my eyes. It then made a pathetic half whimper; half cry noise, as if it was in pain. 'Crap' I thought to myself, 'it has a conscience, now I have to help', I quickly moved closer to the girl which got her attention "Thank god! Could you please help me" I looked at the girl, she gave me this pleading look, I then looked up at the machine again it was then that I realized just how hurt it was, both of it's legs had been severed off and all that was left of it's paint was a few odd patches of yellow, saying it was hurt was an understatement.

"Okay, what can I do?" I ran over and she handed me a hook, jeez this girl couldn't be any older then 17, what was she doing strapping this machine to a tow truck? I kept my questions to myself for the moment; I could wait until later for answers. I attached the hook to where she directed me, not wanting to know what I was touching in the process. We both then got into the truck, "So where are we going from here?" I asked not really paying attention to what she was doing.

"Were getting him out of here" by "him" I assumed she meant the big hunk of metal with a face. "Aha got it!" her head lifted up from under the steering wheel, I hadn't even realized she was hot wiring the truck. "Ready Bee?" She yelled back, Bee as he seemed to be called made a little bee-whistle noise. We began to drive off, heading out of town.

The entire time the girl looked, nervous? No that wasn't it, torn, yes torn, as if she had left some thing back there. "I'm Vivian by the way, Vivian Carpenter" I said, glancing over at her, no taking her eyes off the road she replied "I'm Mikaela, Mikaela Banes", I gave her one more look over, the I turned my head back to glance at the robot, he was also looking back towards the burning city, I sighed, oh yes I was going to die today.

"So when are we turning around to help with the fight?" both Mikaela and Bee craned their necks to look at me, the truck screeching to a stop. She just stared at me for a while, perhaps contemplating my statement, I could also feel the eyes of the robot looking at me, wondering what I was doing; I just kept my eyes forward. "Well? We haven't got all day" I smiled at her, she gave me this thankful smile and Bee whistled in thanks.

She then did something I was not expecting, she hit reverse and went well past the speed limits through the city, debris every where, guns going off. We turned a corner and there was another huge robot, 'great' I thought 'yep, I'm going to be killed'.