Everything Happens for a Reason
Chapter title: School is a Cruel World
Author: Lover-of-all-Pairings
Pairings: No pairings yet
Ratings: T
Warnings: Bullying, (If I should add anymore, then please tell me)
A/N: Ok, to explain this. When I say like a month has passed, I don't mean like 30 days had passed, more like 3 months has gone through one Cybertronian month. Sorry, I don't really know how much time happens within a month for transformers, but just imagine a long time has gone through. Also, the carrying period and child growth are not the same amount of time as humans. Because if carrying for at least 9 months for a transformer, that's like thousands of years carrying a baby, so their carrying period most likely 2-3 months at the most. And a youngling grows faster when younger and slows its aging when it gets older. Also a thanks for those who have read, favourite, followed and reviewed my story.
Oh and so I don't forget, I would like to thank my beta reader AspenDragonLord, it was great that you took your time to beta read my story and I thank you very much. Any other mistakes... I take full fault.
Now that I got that done, I hope you guys enjoy reading the first chapter!
Math. Considered a difficult subject to learn, but somehow Prowl excels at it. Calculating and solving all the problems just came easy to him. That's why he was "flying" through his homework as he solved one problem and moved onto the next.
It wasn't until a laugh interrupted him that made him look to the side, only to see Bluestreak giggling and chirping while he played with coloured blocks his grandmother gave him. Sitting up higher on the spot, the little grey mech reached up to put a purple block on top of his stack. A smile stretched across Prowl's face. His little sparkling growing so quickly, and only two months old.
The black and white bot looked down at his math homework, deciding if he should continue with it or play around with Bluestreak. He could get his homework done quickly, as it was so easy for him, so he decided to go play with Bluestreak. Dragging himself off his berth and made his way to his sparkling, Bluestreak laughing when he saw his mother walk over.
Sitting down, Prowl helped his son build a tower of blocks (because they didn't know what else to build). Bluestreak chirped and giggled, enjoying the fact that his mother was there with him. His little grey doorwings bounced up and down on his back, never staying still, showing all the feelings in the little mech. Another giggle escaped the sparkling, he then push on his tower and watched all the blocks tumble down.
Prowl made a small laugh and grabbed Bluestreak, sitting him in his lap. "You just couldn't help yourself?" Knowing that he had to go back to his homework, he decided to see if his mother was free to take care of Bluestreak.
Pushing himself up and placing Bluestreak on his hip, he made his way out of his large room and through the golden doors. Turning left, he walked down the halls, pictures of bots before him lined the white walls. The floors were made of marble and the roof gold, the house was also very well lit and held a rich look.
He passed several doors until he reached one that stood out to all the others, it was huge and gold with crystals surrounding the edges, then spiraling towards the middle. Prowl strode into the room on the other side of the large doors to see his mother reading a data-pad as she sat on the lounge, her mostly green frame polished to a shine and her doorwings held in a relaxed position.
The femme looked up and smiled to see two of her three favourite mechs enter her room. "Good afternoon, Prowl..." Seeing Bluestreak giggle and laugh, she continued. "... And to you as well Bluestreak."
"Mother?"
"Yes?" the green femme asked and went back to her reading, but Prowl knew she was listening.
"Can you take care of blue' for a while?" the black and white mech asked.
The femme sighed. "Of course, but remember, I have a meeting later so I can't look after him forever."
Prowl nodded and gave the little sparkling to his mother and told him, "Now you be good, I'll be back when I have completed my homework" Giving his son a peck on the chevron, he made his way out of the room back to his own. He needed to get his homework done before school tomorrow, and he was not going to use Bluestreak as an excuse for not having it done.
A loud ringing sound interrupted everyone's conversations, telling students that it was now time for their first lesson and that they should get there as quick as they can. Prowl sat on a hill, far from everyone else drinking his morning energon before class. He used to drink with friends, but not anymore. He picked up the sleeping Bluestreak, and gathered his blanket, putting it in his subspace after the bell rang.
Almost running down the hill to make it to his first lesson, he ignored all the rude comments that were directed towards him. He knew that they were wrong, and all lies. But sometimes it hurt, and none of his used-to-be friends ever stood up for him, most, if not all of them stood in the background listening.
"Whore!"
"Dirty mech! Bet you liked it!"
"Sparked up already, and he was only 15. What a pity."
The last comment got his attention the most. Most thought it is was disgusting that someone his age had already got a child; they thought it was disgraceful. Not having learned everything life can offer and not growing up completely or moving into adult-hood too fast. It was wrong and should never happen; children his age should live before getting tied down be a child when they are a child themselves.
But when it happened, most of those thoughts vanished. Sure, one should be a child first before raising one. But he will never blame another young mother again for bringing a life to this world when they were clearly not ready, because he did the same thing as them and he now knows how they feel. It is not always their fault and he will not bring them down because of it.
Once Prowl passed all the bots calling him names, he quickly made his way down the halls to where his first lesson was to be held. It was going to be history. He was not the biggest fan of history, but he did tolerate it. He casually walked through the open doors and went to his seat, setting down his equipment, but also being careful to not drop Bluestreak.
Settling in his seat he placed the now awake Bluestreak on his lap and got ready for his teacher to start the lesson. He was grateful for the teacher who made sure no one made a comment on him or his sparkling. Most teachers were like that; they did not look down on him or Bluestreak for being there.
Once the teacher started the lesson, everyone was quiet and only a few of the other children turned and looked at him every once in a while and then whispered things to their friends. Prowl did not let that get to him either, they can say what they like about him, he would rather that than they all open their mouths and say stupid and rude comment about Bluestreak.
A mostly white mech walked through the school gates. Today was his first time coming here and he was excited to meet new bots and have lots more friends, though still sad that he left his other ones back home. Being a new guy of course, many bots went up to him to see what he was like and if they should add them to their "group".
"Hey there newcomer!" A blue mech yelled towards him. "Come over here!"
The mech "skipped" over with a big grin on his face, grabbing the out-stretched hand of the blue mech that called him over. He introduced himself. "Hey, name's Jazz."
"Why, hello, Jazz, I'm Darter," Darter pointed behind him and gestured to the two different coloured bots while saying their names. "And this is Electro and Indium."
The yellow mech walk up to him first. Stripes of electric blue ran down his front and his light blue optics brightened as he smiled. "Hey there, Jazz. As you already know, I'm Electro." The silver mech behind Electro smiled shyly and gave a little wave toward Jazz while saying "hello" quietly.
"Nice ta meet ya'll." Jazz nodded to them both. "So... what are yer main electives?" Jazz wanted to know what they picked for this year, electives were supposed to help shape what you want to be in life. If you picked metal-work tech and designs classes (Which catered for all designing), it helped you become a builder/construction worker in the future. Of course you still get all the basic classes like math or science and some bots choose math as their elective, meaning they would double that class.
Darter grinned. "I picked Hand to Hand Combat and Physical Fitness."
"I picked Music and Dance." Electro said.
"Haha, me too. I guess yer into music, but I picked Instrumental Music as well." Jazz said with excitement in his voice. A bot who chose the same thing as him. They must be into the same things there.
Indium smiled shyly towards them as he told them his chosen electives. Jazz looked to the silver mech confused, having not heard what he said.
"He chose Literature, Chemistry, Mathematics, Logic II and Critical Thinking." Darter said.
"W-What! All of that!" Jazz was shocked, all those extra subjects. There was a reason you only picked at most three as you still had all the other compulsory subjects, but to do all that, the mech had to be very smart and love to learn.
"Yep, smart mech and he wasn't supposed to be. I mean, both his parents are warrior class." Electro said with a smile.
"What a processor ya have there, what do ya plan on doing in tha future?" Jazz said. Indium really could be anything he wanted, with all that knowledge, anyone will hire him and one day Iridium will be one very rich mech. His parents must be proud; he really does wonder where he got that smart processor.
"I don't know yet." The silver mech replied quietly, his blue optics lowered at the ground.
"Oh, ok. Don' worry, ya have a whole life to choose." Jazz smiled and pattered the shy mech on the back.
"Hey guys, sorry I didn't come here earlier, I was busy." A voice made Jazz look behind him, seeing a black femme that shined almost white when the sun hit in the right spots hurry over to them, her data pads slipping from her bulky arms. She was as tall as Jazz, but a little bit bulkier.
She stopped and took a few breaths, gathering her data pads so they didn't hit the ground. Then her head lifted and a smile spread across her face as she saw Jazz. "Oh, haven't seen you before. I'm Iridium, older sister to Indium here."
"So, are ya smarter than ya brother?" Jazz then pointed to the data pads the femme was holding.
"No, no. I have to study more," Iridium chuckled. "I am more into what my parents do; fighting."
"Really! So what are yer electives?" Jazz asked. Iridium was completely opposite to her brother, she was more open and loud while he was closed off and quiet. Dear Primus, he wonder what Indium must feel like at home if the whole family was as loud and open as she was. He must hide in his room and study most of the day.
"I do Hand to Hand Combat like Darter and also Weaponry Study." She held herself proudly, "But I am really proud of my brother for being so smart." Iridium chuckled and rubbed her brother's head while he slapped her hand away.
"Cool, so ya going to be like ya parents when they get older?" Jazz asked.
The femme nodded instead of answering because the school bell rang, then her optics focused on something behind him. Looking to the other bots he was with, they were all looking to something behind him with sad looks. Curious as to what they were looking at, he too, turned to look behind him. Though all he could see was a crowd of bots, but his sensitive audios caught the cruel words being said.
"Whore!" yelled a yellow mech, his red optics scrunched up with disgust.
"Dirty mech! Bet you liked it!" teased a green mech with a smirk, his friends laughing.
"Sparked up already, and he was only 15. What a pity," a Seeker said.
The last comment really shocked him. A mech got sparked up, and he was only 15. He could agree that it was disturbing, he really didn't think you should even be interfacing at that age. But he would get bullied by anyone because of it; the mech was probably a prostitute and that was the only way to get money because his family was poor. Sometimes you can't stop yourself getting sparked up if that was your life.
"I don't understand why we are not friends with him anymore." muttered a quiet Indium.
"Because we would be bullied too and one of us would assumed as the father, mostly you Indium, as you were the closest to him." Electro answered.
Jazz was confused now. Who was this mech that they were friends to? Why would they leave him all alone to deal with the rude bots? He wouldn't. He was going to ask, but Darter started first.
"His name is Prowl. We were friends with him before he got sparked and had his sparkling. Indium here was real close." The blue mech sighed.
"We would have stayed, but when rumors went around that one of us was the father, we left him. We didn't want to be bullied too, but now, I think we all regret doing so." Iridium finished.
"Then why don't you go back to being friends?" Jazz questioned as he tried to look over the crowd, but still seeing nothing.
"Well... You see, he would not- You know what, we'll tell you later, let's get to class first or we'll be late." Electro said and walked off.
The others nodding and walked away too, leaving Jazz completely confused. He really wanted to know what happened between all of them, but he guessed they didn't want to talk about it now. Oh well, he would ask them later, and maybe try and find this so called Prowl. How, he didn't know, as he had no idea what he looked like. But he guesses that the mech might be holding a sparkling and that is the best bet he has so far.
When lunch started, he was going to look for this Prowl and see if he can get close him; maybe become friends as no one should be alone, especially if almost everyone is bullying them.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
