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Chapter 7

"Your a long way from home Rose."

My head snapped up and I turned around, fully expecting an agent of some kind. But… this was definitely not an agent. He was kid that looked about my age. His hair was a light brown, and his eyes were a light green. He had light freckles that spotted his face in different places. His eyes, though green, had a slight curve to them. He was definitely Asian. He wore hiking gear and his eyes were somewhat weary. I slowly bent down and picked my shoes up, keeping a trained eye on him. I began to walk backwards, my eyes narrowed.

"They're looking for you, ya know," the boy said. I stopped mid-step, but I said nothing. He took my pause as invitation to take another step forward. To put it simply, the look I gave sent him reeling back. He put his hands up in the classic 'I mean you no harm' gesture. I averted my eyes for seconds at a time to note all the ways I could escape. Finally, I spoke.

"Who is looking for me?" A smile tugged at the boy's lips, for my responding no doubt, and he rushed to continue.

"Your dad filed a missing persons report. It's on the news and everything." I hissed in anger. "They said that you were possibly kidnapped, but that honestly wasn't even the weirdest part. The weirdest thing your dad said was that maybe you were involved with extraterrestrial activity." I clenched my fist and glared at the ground. "He said it was probably because of the satellite enhancements your mom made," he continued. Oh how right he was. Though true, I scoffed.

"Wouldn't the government tell us if there was alien activity?" The smile wiped right off the boys face.

"Would they? Wouldn't you of all people know?" What was that supposed to mean? It was as if he had read my mind because he answered my question. "Well if your mom created the piece that most likely found the so called "aliens," then wouldn't she know about it?" It didn't take me long to retort.

"She's not cleared," I said. The smiled sort of returned.

"She is if she's the only one who knows how to work it." That was a good point.

"I honestly don't know if she's cleared or not. But even if she is...she hasn't said anything to me." That wasn't a lie. She hadn't told me about the Decepticons or the Autobots. He Autobots had technically found me. The boy seemed to understand that I was being somewhat truthful because he relaxed. Only a little bit.

"Well either way...I want to help you." I actually laughed at what he said. He wanted to help me?

"Help me with what?" I asked. His face suddenly got serious again.

"I want to help you escape." I frowned and cocked an eyebrow.

"Escape from what?" He gently set his backpack on the ground and unzipped it. I began to back up again. 'Be prepared if he pulls out weapon,' I thought to myself. But he didn't. It was a book. He held it out so I could see the cover of it and I gasped in shock. It was my old diary. One of my friends had dragged me to theme park that was just opening. I was writing to pass the time and the doors open. In the stampede of people, I dropped it and was pushed through. I went back to look for it but I couldn't find it.

"You had it," I whispered. He nodded but then he began to wave his hand and shake his head.

"I tried to find you and give it back, but you were pushed to far. I swear I wasn't trying to steal it." I allowed myself to smile slightly.

"I believe you," I said. I felt an unknown surge of courage, and I walked forward to retrieve my diary. I held it in my hand but made no move to back away. I stuck my hand out and he got the hint and shook it. "My name is Rose Menor," I said. He smiled and dipped his head a little.

"I'm Dylan. Dylan Green." I nodded.

"Now what do you want to help me with exactly?" I asked. I don't know where my sudden urge to trust him came from but over the years, I've learned to trust my instincts. Dylan suddenly blushed.

"Well after a few months, I read a few of the pages. I learned about your life and especially your dad." He said your dad was with so much venom, even I was a bit surprised.

"I'm not exactly like you, but we both hate the way our parents want us to live. You hate the beauty pageants, and I hate the fishing, hiking, and all that jazz." For a moment I forgot that he meant "jazz" as the expression and not the Autobot named Jazz. I definitely empathized with him. I could tell that he Hey to was honest. At that moment I did something that at the moment, I considered a total mistake. But this guy, this kid, understood me. I always felt like I was alone and here someone was who would listen to me without judging. So I told him everything. I told him about my family, my dog, my issue, and mostly importantly...the Autobots. I expected him to get mad at me for lying, but he just grinned.

"Don't feel too bad. I probably would've done the same thing." I smiled gratefully.

"So are you running away too?" I asked. He stuffed his hands into his pocket and shrugged.

"I don't know. I wasn't planning on it...but now you're here. The thought of getting away from my family and this life is amazing. I just don't want to be alone in doing so." I nodded in understanding. I realized that he just wanted to be with someone similar, but I had just assumed that I would stay with that Autobots. If they decided to leave, my last resort would be to hope that Sam would let me stay with him, until I figured something out. I wasn't so sure if the Autobots or even Sam would except him. I explained my fears to him and his face fell slightly.

"Well...we stay together until you find the Autobots. Then we'll part ways." I didn't like his plan at all. I frowned. That plan wasn't a very fair one. I, however, could not think of anything better. I sighed in surrender.

"Can I slip this into your backpack?" I asked, holding up my diary. He nodded and set down his bag. I dropped the diary into the bag, slung the backpack over my shoulder, and began walking. I turned around and saw Dylan staring at me. "Are you coming or not?" I playfully asked. He shrugged again, and began to trail behind me.

"Do do you know how to get back to the road?" That was information I probably should've asked sooner, but I guess the thought had slipped my mind for the time being.

"Of course. I'll stay in the front," he said" I nodded. Thus began our journey together. A journey that we would complete with friends, foes, and even family.

***forty minutes later***

I stared at the empty road, trying to think of a different place to go for the time being than I had in my head. Dylan turned to look at me.

"So where are you planning to go?" He asked. I bit my lower lip nervously and stared straight ahead.

"We're going...to my home." Dylan gasped and shock.

"Are you serious? You're going back? You wanted to escape so bad and now you're going back?" I shook my head fast.

"I'm not staying there if that's what you're thinking. I have some supplies that could help us. I'll sneak in. I'll be in and out, I promise." Dylan visibly relaxed. He nodded and moved behind me. It was my turn to lead the way. I already knew where we were so getting their wasn't a problem. It took all but twenty-five minutes. On the way, I asked Dylan a question.

"So why were you carrying my diary anyways?" He smiled a little.

"I don't really know. When I first found it, I made sure to carry it with me just in case I saw you. When I never did find you, I stopped. Yesterday, something told me to bring it. I guess it was good that I trusted my instincts huh?" I nodded in agreement. I was so glad that he had been the one to find it. I was always scared that someone would post about it, or show it to the news or something along those lines. At the point, my house came into view and I pointed at it.

"That is a nice house," Dylan whistled. I giggled. He wasn't wrong. I had always loved the house. It was one of those pretty homes with most of it being made of glass. Though the house was beautiful, I had always wondered what we would do in a natural disaster. We'd be so screwed. We approached it carefully keeping our heads down so we looked like two people passing by. We walked down the road and I peered at the front of the house. The sound of sudden sirens echoed through the neighborhood and I anxiously looked around. Of course the cops were at my house. Dylan glanced at me and put his hand in my shoulder.

"I can make a distraction, though I don't imagine it'll take long for them to figure me out. With that being said, I need you to make it very quick. Get the stuff, kiss your dog goodbye and then get out." I could do that. Maybe. I frowned but gave in. He reached for the backpack and I handed it to him. I watched my new friend walk away as I began to focus. Once I saw Dylan talking to the police officers, I ran to my window and looked up. I then realized an issue. The window was closed. I hissed and found a good sized rock. I climbed the tree next to it and leaned forward as far as I could get to the window. My hands touched the cold glass and I pushed the rock against the window. I put as much pressure as I could on it and the window began to crack. It still was kind of loud but it was better than just smashing it. I pulled the rock back and repeated the cycle a few times. Finally, the glass shattered. I stuck my hand into the small hole, and I unlocked it. I pushed the window up and slid in. Everything was so familiar. The smell, the temperature, and even all my things were in the same place. I immediately looked for Alice and couldn't find her. She was probably downstairs. I sighed. Looks like I wasn't going to be able to tell her goodbye. I sighed again and began to gather all of my things. I threw it all into a backpack of my own and pulled it over my shoulder. I jumped out of the window and landed softly on the ground. I glanced over at the front of my house again, and I internally groaned. Dylan was currently in handcuffs looking quite proud of himself. I growled and made an advance towards the officers. I knew I was getting caught at this point, but for some reason, I didn't care that much. They spotted me but stayed where they were. I was growing suspicious, but I continued running towards Dylan. I stopped in front of him and glared at the people in front of me. I opened my mouth to speak, however, one of the officers beat me to it.

"A Samuel Witwicky requested that you meet up with him immediately.

"Sam," I whispered. So they were okay.

"You need to come with us," he said. I held up my hand and pointed at Dylan.

"Only on one condition... He gets to come with me."

I know it took awhile, but was it worth your time? For some reason, this chapter took forever for me to write. Plus we just got finished with testing this week, so I was kind of tired and just wanted to eat, sleep, and watch YouTube. (Can anyone relate?)

Lol anyways, I really hoped you enjoyed!