My seemingly endless summer had finally come to an end. I did the ritualistic back to school shopping and whatnot. I had almost died twice over the summer and what was I scared of? High school.
I was to be a freshman at Matrix High. We were the 'Matrix High Trons' our mascot was a robot. I always laughed at that. How fitting, considering my summer! I always thought every time I saw it. The first 4 weeks went by pretty smoothly (except me getting lost on the first day). Week 5? whole other story. Actually, I blame the whole week when really it was just a hectic Thursday.
In the middle of English I heard crashing and screaming. So did the whole class. The teacher walked out to see why every alarm in the school was going off. The class of course followed. Our eyes were met by a two story robot with a black face, red torso, blue hands and feet, and jet wings. It was Starscream. He was scanning the crowd. Looking for me. Again? No girl should have to live with this. I thought angrily as the whole class swarmed with the rest of the school toward the PE fields (the place farthest from Starscream on campus).
I ran against the flow until I was within attack range. He spotted me so I ducked into the nearest classroom with an open door. I barely missed his arm swiping past. He punched the roof and a shower of ceiling fell in the center of the class. I leaned out the door and shot his leg with my null ray which I had unclipped while Starscream punched in the roof. He fell so I ran with the crowd.
Most people were to busy running to notice anything weird going on. I felt bad for the people that screamer had knocked over whilst swiping at me and those who took notice. Most hadn't noticed the bright purple ray flying through the air, or its source. If they did they didn't believe it. Starscream fell on the empty quad. I was one of the last ones out. As I was running I called the Autobots. Once Screamer came around all it took was 10 of the Autobots (including Optimus) to drive in the parking lot and pause for him to fly off. Then they drove away. No one seemed to care about the mystery cars.
It cost $150 To fix the room Screamer had punched in and I didn't hear a peep from the Decepticreeps at school for quite a while. Every once in a great while there would be 'unexplained damage' on the news. My family and I would watch and giggle because we knew the exact cause.