Battle Cry → Transformers

Optimus Is Alive

*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.*

An eerie pain in my head managed to remove me from my slumber. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. I looked over to see that Gracie was fast asleep on the floor and in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. How she got there and in that position, I'm not sure. I laughed at the sight and walked downstairs to see if I could find some Advil or something for this damn headache.

Sighing, I walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I took out the bottle of Aleve that was sitting on the top shelf and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. After I gulped down the two pills, I put the bottle of Aleve back in the medicine cabinet and made my way back out to the kitchen to see if I could find something to eat.

After rummaging through every single cabinet, and the fridge for about twenty minutes, I gave up. Walking back up to my room, I put on a pair of light skinny jeans and a white tank top along with my black combat boots and jean jacket. I put my hair up in a messy bun, grabbed my wallet and my debit card and ran back down the stairs.

"Guess it's up to me to be the damn adult in this house again," I seethed as I grabbed my dad's truck keys off of the key hook by the door and headed outside.

The air was relatively warm considering it was only about ten in the morning. I climbed into driver's side of my dad's truck and started it. I put the truck in gear and pulled out of my driveway and drove to the nearest market.

After driving for another twenty minutes, I finally pulled into Walmart's parking lot. I looked for a parking spot for about three minutes, until I finally found one near the produce section. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I got out of the truck and headed for the store. I walked through the slow opening automatic doors and grabbed a shopping cart. As I was walking throughout the store, I heard endless chatter about one of the alien robots from the Chicago war being found and killed by some shipping docks. I shook my head. People still weren't over these damn aliens. I was just thankful that I would never have to deal with something like that.

I continued making my way through the store not bothering to pay any attention to the irrelevant chatter that surrounded me. I was hungry, grumpy, and not in the mood to deal with petty shit. I made my way through several aisles, picking out different things that were needed at home, such as cereal, lunch meat, bread, and all that kind of stuff.

By the time I had finished shopping and paying for everything, it was almost twelve o'clock. I put the groceries in the back of the truck and made my way back home. As I pulled into the driveway, Gracie came running out of the house. I parked in front of the house and got out to unload all of the groceries. I pulled the back door open as Gracie ran to my side.

"Where'd you go?" she asked me.

I looked at her dumbly and gestured towards the mountain of groceries in the back seat of the truck. She blushed, embarrassed, and looked away.

"Oh," she said. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Dumbass. Help me carry these in though," I told her and she grabbed a handful of bags and ran into the house with me following behind her.

"So, where do these go?" she asked me as we walked into the kitchen.

I instructed her on where everything went, and when we had finished putting away everything, I decided to make myself a sandwich.

"Oh, so you can't make your best friend and guest a sandwich? I see how it is. I'll remember that," she said as I was about to take a bite out of my sandwich.