Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry, but I am in a very good mood- it never lasts- but for now I'm going to enjoy it while I can! Anyways, here's a new update and I tried to post this yesterday, but I screwed it up. But I decided to go ahead and post this. Oh, and just so you all know, updates will be slow for awhile, 'cause I'm only on chapter eight and if I catch up to what I already have... it just won't work out. Sorry! But I thought Id warn you all.
A big thank you goes out to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, followed and all around read this at all! I am very self concious- especially about what I write- and have no self esteem so yeah...
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformers, just the plot and my OC.
Chapter 4
After setting my stuff on my bed upstairs, I grab my iPhone, ear buds, trade my Converse for steel toe boots, put my hair up, then head downstairs to start on the yard work.
By the time I finish mowing and weed eating it's almost seven thirty and still hot as crap.
After setting the weed eater back in the shed beside the house, then maneuvering the mower in after it, I head inside. Music off, with my ear buds wrapped around my phone in my pocket.
I find uncle lounging in the worn leather recliner in the living room watching tv, with the bags from the mall beside of him.
It takes five minutes for him to notice me, or at least acknowledge me. And when he does he doesn't take his eyes off the tv screen and just says offhandedly, nearly seeming bored. "How long have you lived under this roof with me, five, six years?"
Knowing he fully well knows just how long we have lived together- since he reminds me on a regular basis- I answer, carefully making sure my tone is neutral so as not to belie my irritation "six years sir."
Still keeping his eyes honed in on the tv screen, yet with no real interest anymore I notice, he continues "and during that time I have fed you and raised you with the utmost love from my heart."
/Did you forget that you don't feel love or have a heart?/ I mutter sarcastically in my head with a mental roll of my eyes.
He finally turns to look at me out of the corner of his eye and I nod so he knows I am listening.
He continues "well, since you are nearly fifteen and I am getting older, I have decided to sign you up for the military."
My heart nearly stops at that and I feel my breathing rate slow down. But before I can contemplate very far he continues on "you'll be meeting with Captain Lennox tomorrow evening to discuss things."
/Captain Lennox?/ No, that couldn't be who I think it is, could it? My mind swims with different thoughts and emotions to come up with an answer, but at his expectant glance I shove all of it aside and answer with a short nod and a clipped "yes uncle."
With a satisfied nod, he plucks up the remote from the arm of the chair and idly scrolls through the channels while saying "now that's a good lass. Now take these bags, clean up, then go fix dinner, tomorrow's a big day."
Giving him another nod, I exit the living room- bags in hand- and hurriedly march up the stairs to do as he bids while fighting the torrent of mixed emotions warring for my attention.