/The full name: Alyssa's rule number 2: "Know your enemies before they know you"/

"So how does one tell different forest types apart from each other?" Alyssa asked.
"From vegetation, at least," Lin reminisced.
"Oh crap," Alyssa murmured and restrained the urge to ask Marie explain it again. She had now ultimately accepted that she was doomed to fail. Big time. I won't pass this test… She knew it now.

The door of biology class opened and the students slogged in, some of them nearly as sure as Alyssa that they would fail the test. Alyssa put her phone to the box among the phones of the other students and sat down, looking at the questions. She knew immediately that she had no idea about the answers.

She stole a brief look to her deeply-hated teacher and decided to not give him the pleasure of seeing her give up. Therefore, she started to dig into her memory and write down whatever nearly-related stuff she found there. She knew that with it she could say that she had tried. She did not believe in getting any points from whatever correct-ish bits of knowledge she could get on the paper, though.

The phone box sat on the table. At some point some jitter could be heard from it. Someone has forgotten to mute their cell phone, Alyssa thought. Matti went to mute the phone, but the phone silenced itself first. The teacher still put his hand to the box, with Alyssa observing the situation secretly. She had become very paranoid of these situations…

A horrible noise sounded out from one of the phones! The students let out surprised, even shocked, shouts, but Alyssa did not do so. She had been waiting for this. And now she knew for sure that the little secret program she had made and installed on her phone worked against her greatest human enemy. Her phone was now secured from those who wish to tamper with it. At least the human tamperers; she had no idea if the Decepticons, who were obviously more advanced in technology, could break her program. It was very possible.

Although, it would be extremely funny if they could not break it because it was so primitive, Alyssa thought and just barely suppressed a smirk.

Suddenly the failed test did not matter. Alyssa wrote the last sentence, got up and returned the test, then took her phone, making sure Matti saw that the phone which had been the source of the noise was hers. Her dark satisfaction did not know any limits at that moment.
"Well, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet now?" she asked, feeling strong urge to get to her regular forum and tell about her success to her friends on the net.
"Go to the principal's office with your phone, NOW!" Matti hissed.
"Excuse me?" Alyssa asked.
"You AND your phone, to the principal's office", Matti repeated angrily.
"Why? What's wrong with mah phone? It just has a program which prevents anyone unauthorized to use my phone from tampering with it. Ya tried to tamper and it fought back. It's that simple," Alyssa said.

Matti was infuriated. Everyone seemed to be concentrated on the test, but he knew better than that; everyone in the classroom was listening to the conversation. Everyone felt the itch to report about it to the other students. The near-to-literal war between Matti and Alyssa was the most famous and most entertaining thing among the students. Everyone knew about it, and whenever something happened, it did not take very long before that something had spread into the knowledge of every student. Hearing possible fresh news on this case as soon as possible was the only reason for some students to come to school at all, as a matter of fact. Many of those said that this was better entertainment than what comes on television with the same label.

What Matti or just anyone who had not been in touch with the reporters did not know was that every single fight and wrong had been recorded and saved to the digital and rather restricted school magazine. Anyone who knew the web address could access it anytime and anywhere, although it was an address very few could stumble upon by accident. It was a thing Alyssa's class, 8E, was very proud of.

"Get. To. Your. Seat. Now," Matti hissed, outraged. That nasty spawn of a devil had overwhelmed him! The students were silent, expressionless and writing, but he could almost hear the suppressed laughter of the whole class. He looked at Alyssa, but instead of a smug smile, he only saw a blank face of an innocent girl. It was like nothing had happened. Like Alyssa had done nothing wrong. And it made Matti feel even more outraged. And Alyssa – and everyone else in the classroom – knew it.

Time passed and more students returned their tests. They exchanged glances and gestures, indicating how well or poorly their tests had gone. No one seemed to even mention the fight they had witnessed. Matti was just satisfied for that, thinking that they had let it drop, but in truth the pupils were going to get reports done and published as soon as the lesson would end.

Everyone left the class about a quarter later. When they had reached the school yard, everyone was messaging, gossiping or writing about the fight at the class. Alyssa talked about the program she had coded by herself. The mood of everyone was cheerful.

"So what are ya gonna do after school? We'll have some gossiping on this at the community centre after school," Selena asked Alyssa.
"I have some stuff to be done today, so I need to get back home after school," Alyssa answered, trying to be truthful.
"Okay," Selena said.
"What kind of stuff?" Marie asked. Alyssa, not being able to tell the truth, decided to try and make some half-honest story, "A secret project, y'see. Can't tell ya 'bout it."
"Okay, I see," Marie said, swallowing the story so well that it hurt Alyssa.

Alyssa was called to the principal's office during the next lesson. Matti had blabbed to the principal after all. Alyssa got a warning again, but the principal was lazy and also tired of the fight already, and could not have bothered to waste his time on giving Alyssa some detention, since he had learned last year that it had no effect on anyone in any matter. The fight went on, no matter what he did. And it would take way too much effort to kick Matti out and replace him with someone else. And nearly everyone would complain about it anyway. The principal sighed. When the next year would end, he could finally retire. And there would be no return for him then, he knew it. But he was already fed up with this school and its students and teachers alike. Had he not had a decent salary, he would have resigned a long time ago already.

Alyssa got back to her lesson and added a note about her warning to the newspaper. The teacher did not notice it. She had learned to conceal her phone very well, and so had many others. Actually, Alyssa had earned a few tenners by teaching this concealment system to other students. She was still saving them for whatever urgent there could ever be.

The last lesson felt like it was never going to end. Alyssa felt excitement, since getting to see the Autobots again was very close now. She would make haste with her homework and snack and then wait for the GroundBridge to open up.

"Well then, do exercises 90, 93 and 94 as homework. See you tomorrow," the teacher, Alina, told everyone. Alyssa marked the exercises and threw the books into her bag. She said quick goodbyes to her friends and left, roding her bike so fast that no one managed to make out who had just gone by like a typhoon.
"I'm home!" Alyssa yelled and closed the door.
"You seemed to be fast," her mother noted.
"Ahaha, yeah… I'm just so excited to see the Autobots again!" Alyssa said.
"Oh dear," her mother sighed. She knew the times when Alyssa was almost as excited as she was now. And during those times the girl managed to mess up every place she was in.

Nearly an hour later the GroundBridge opened and with a joyous yell Alyssa rose up and left to the Autobot base. And her mother was surprised to see that no place had been messed up. Maybe this time Alyssa was so excited that she could not even mess any place up?

Ratchet shut down the GroundBridge, sighing with nearly no sound. Alyssa's loud greeting could not be left unnoticed by anyone inside the base.
"Hello, little one! Glad to see you again!" Cliffjumper greeted.
"Hi, Cliffjumper. So, you are here, Bulkhead is here, Ratchet is here. Are the rest of you guys kicking some Decepticons' butts?" Alyssa asked.
"Actually not," Ratchet scoffed. "They are looking for Energon."
"Oh, I see!" Alyssa said, not even a bit less interested. "What's Energon, by the way?"

Bulkhead laughed. That question was odd to hear from anyone he usually talked with.
"Energon is our fuel," he told.
"And also ammunition! Seriously, it explodes so easily!" Cliffjumper noted. "It feels so mighty to blow some 'Cons into an Energon mine!"
"Blowing up those mines is wasting them. Cliffjumper, I have told you not to do so," Ratchet said, aggravated.
"It ain't like the 'Cons are letting us get some Energon from their mines," Cliffjumper noted.
"It still doesn't mean that you can just blow it up! The Earth's Energon recourses are limited!" Ratchet snarled.
"And most of them are in the 'Cons' hands," Bulkhead muttered under his breath.
"Why is that?" Alyssa asked, focusing now on the Wrecker and letting Ratchet argue with Cliffjumper.
"We're outnumbered very badly. You've already seen our team. There're no more Autobots on Earth. But there're tons of 'Cons on their warship," Bulkhead explained.
"Are you the last Autobots left?" Alyssa asked, very worried.
"Not in the universe, for sure. Everyone left to their own ways after Cybertron went dark. But within the nearest solar systems we are the last Autobots left indeed," Bulkhead answered.
"Oh man, that sucks! Can't ya call for someone?" Alyssa asked.
"As if anyone else than the Decepticons answered!" Ratchet snarled at Alyssa, overhearing the conversation over his own. "We're here, no one else is coming. Live with it!"

With those words he turned his back to his fellows and continued his work on the base computer.
"I was just asking…" Alyssa said quietly. How was she supposed to know that all? She had known about the existence of the Cybertronians just for a few days and gotten some good information on them only yesterday.

Cliffjumper knelt near Alyssa.
"Hey kid, don't mind Ratchet. He's too old for chatting," he murmured, trying to comfort Alyssa.
"I can hear you!" Ratchet noted loudly.
"I understand that," Alyssa said. "But I really wanna know more! What was Cybertron like before? And how long that war of yours is? C'mon, tell me!"
"Weren't you supposed to teach us?" Bulkhead asked.
"I think we can learn from each other. After all, a human sure doesn't come across some aliens and their culture every day, so why not take a chance to learn something from them?" Alyssa said.
"That's a good point!" Cliffjumper said. "So, about Cybertron…"

/Author's note: Transformers Prime (c) Hasbro, the humans of this story (c) Me/