This was pointless.
Sunstreaker stared blankly, watching as younglings chased each other, tackled each other, or just talking with others loudly. There were sparklings also crawling around on the ground, with the caretakers watching over everyone.
He winced as the sharp wail of a distressed sparkling ripped through the air. It was way too loud, why were sparklings so loud?
He felt a warm servo go down and rest onto his helm. As soon as the helm landed on his helm, he jumped and turned his helm enough to see the gentle golden optics of his creator kneeling beside him.
"Are you excited, Sunstreaker?" He stared at his creator blankly before shaking his helm slightly. He already hated it here. And the worst part was his creator wasn't going to be here to protect him.
They had just gotten away from that monster. He didn't want to go through that ever again.
His creator sighed and kissed one of his helm fins before standing up, "You'll be alright, Sunstreaker, he won't find us here. I promise."
"Promises don't mean anything." He stated, turning from his creator and walking through the gates to go onto the school yard. He heard his creators vents hitch, and he felt a bit of guilt for being mean, but discarded it immediately.
He observed as a youngling got tackled in front of him, and he stopped as the younglings got up, crackling in laughter. They slowly stopped as they noticed him and his blank face.
"I'm sorry! I almost toppled you. Thank goodness I didn't, right?" The youngling chirped, tilting their helm. He nodded in response before sidestepping the youngling and walking past them.
"That wasn't really nice." He heard the youngling mutter.
He pushed open the doors and walked through. The nice cool air felt nice against his armour, but he didn't appreciate it for long. He had to find his classroom.
He took the schedule out of his bag and looked at it.
Schedule Day 1
9:00-9:30 Math (Class 3B/Mr.Ironhide)
9:30-10:00 Math (Class 3B/Mr.Ironhide)
10:00-10:25 English (Class 3B/Mr.Ironhide)
10:25-10:35 Recess
10:35-11:05 English (Class 3B/Mr.Ironhide)
11:05-12:00 Gym (Gymnasium/Mr.Blurr)
12:00-1:05 Lunch
1:05-1:30 Band/Music (Band Room/Mr.Blaster)
1:30-2:00 Band/Music (Band Room/Mr.Blaster)
2:00-2:15 Recess
2:15-2:45 Art (Class 4A/Ms.Chromia)
2:45-3:30 Art (Class 4A/Ms.Chromia)
He frowned. It wasn't an overly hard day. There was even art at the end of the day, his best class. The only one he would struggle with today would be math, and that was first class.
Better to find his first classroom now than later, he thought.
It took a few klicks, but soon he found the hallway with Class 3B. You couldn't really miss the numbers, they were huge numbers and letters on a board uptop of the doors.
He had already found the library and the gymnasium, and a few others. It was a pretty large school, one of the largest he's been to.
He grabbed the door handle and walked into it. There was only one other person here, and they were at the teacher's desk. He glanced down at the schedule. It was probably Mr.Ironhide.
The mech looked up from where he was reading the datapad, a small frown on his face plates as his optics focused on him.
"Hey kid." Mr.Ironhide grunted, standing up. He was pretty large, towering over him easily. "You're not supposed to be here until 9:00. Did something happen outside?"
He shook his helm at the question. "I'm new. I was just looking for my first class." Mr.Ironhide hummed.
"We'll, I'm Mr.Ironhide, your math and english teacher," Mr.Ironhide gestured to all the seats, "Find a seat and sit down. May I ask what your name is?"
"Sunstreaker." He answered, walking down the rows of chairs and desks, all the way to the back corner. He hopped onto the chair and just sat there, waiting. He could feel the teachers gaze on him for a bit longer before turning away.
Ringggggg
Great.
Soon enough, mechlings and femmlings started walking or running into the room, making him frown at their antics. He watched as one youngling came running in, slipping, and then falling backwards. Mr.Ironhide asked if they were okay, of course, but the youngling just laughed and nodded.
He watched as more and more piled in. He tilted his helm, though, as the youngling that almost toppled him came into the room. Helm held high confidently with two other younglings beside them.
He shook his helm, he wasn't here to make friends. The word friends made him want to gag. He was here to learn, avoid everyone and everything if he had the choice, graduate, and then go somewhere secluded.
There was the noise of the chair beside him sliding across the floor, then the noise of someone sitting on it. He mentally groaned, hoping the other wouldn't talk to him.
"Hi!" Too late. He turned to look at the other youngling, hoping to discourage them by his disinterested stare, but all hope was lost as the youngling just smiled brighter.
The youngling had a yellow paint job as well, and from what he could see, was a minibot. The bot could barely see over the desk.
They held out their servo to him, "I'm Bumblebee! What's your name?" They asked, their huge baby blue optics wide in curiosity.
He glared at them, but Bumblebee just didn't get the hint to leave him be. "Are you shy? That's okay! I was shy my first day too, but trust me it isn't that bad." Bumblebee said happily.
"No. I'm not shy." He deadpanned. Bumblebee slowly let his servo drop back into his lap, finally taking the hint that he wouldn't touch them.
"Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you were! Seems like I was wrong!" Bumblebee laughed nervously.
He looked back at Mr.Ironhide as he clapped his servos 5 times in a rhythm to grab their attention, and everyone in the class repeated it except him.
"Alright mechlings and femmlings, the second bell is about to ring. I'm sure most of you know each other from last orn, but we have a few new students this orn." Mr.Ironhide started.
"So when the bell goes we'll go around saying our names and one thing we like." There were groans sounding all across the room, even he groaned with all of them. He hated talking to others, even if it was indirectly.
"I quite like going around the room and saying my name and one thing I like. What about you?" Why couldn't that youngling, Bumblebee, shut his trap?
"I hate it." He huffed, taking off his bag on his back plates and placing it beside him. He completely forgot it was there. Whoops.
"Oh. That's okay! It will be done soon!" Bumblebee assured, turning away from him. Thank primus. But that relief did not last long as the second bell rang.
He slumped in his chair in defeat. He just wanted to go home. He was tired.
The intercom beeped before turning on, and a voice spoke.
"Hello everyone! Day one on the cycle. Welcome back to school, I hope you all are happy to be here again."
He already hated the voice. Then again, he basically hates everything except his art and creator.
"That is really all the announcements today. Have a good first day everybody!"
Like he would have a good first day. It had barely been a groon. As the intercom beeped off, everyone then turned their attention to Mr.Ironhide.
"Alright everyone. As I'm sure you know, I'm Mr.Ironhide, your teacher for math and english. I also like sports such as Cube and all that." He gave them all a warm smile, before looking at a tiny mechling in the front.
"Why don't you introduce yourself first?" Mr.Ironhide encouraged.
"Um," The mechling blinked, not expecting to be called on first, "I'm Hound, and I like animals." The mechling, Hound, shrugged.
Mr.Ironhide looked at the next youngling, and they introduced themselves, and then the next, then the next, you get the point.
There were a total of maybe 25 younglings in the class. How joyful.
"Hi! I'm Bumblebee and I like meeting new people!" Bumblebee said beside him, making him silently groan. How was he supposed to make it through math and english with a bot this loud?
He noticed all the mechlings, femmlings, and Mr.Ironhide was looking at him. He frowned, optics looking at everybody.
"Sunstreaker." He said, and that was it. Nobody needed to know what he liked. Why couldn't they've just said their names and hurray! We heard your name, now I'm just going to forget it in a few klicks.
Mr.Ironhide raised a ridge at him, "And..?" Mr.Ironhide pushed.
"And nothing." He snapped back, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms grumpily.
Mr.Ironhide narrowed his optics at him, displeased. "Alright..let's get started on the first lesson everyone."
As everyone got datapads and everything out as instructed, Mr.Ironhide slowly came to his desk and knelt down, "Please speak to me after class." He just shot Mr.Ironhide the harshest glare he could muster.
Mr.Ironhide sighed, standing up and walking to the front again, starting the lesson.
The class went by in a crawl. He could already feel the discomfort of being in this room for so long. Too long. He hated being in rooms for too long.
He clenched his stylist in his digits harder, optics narrowing at the question he was working on, but he wasn't really seeing it. His breath quicked, he felt like he was suffocating. Why was he not breathing?
He looked at his servos, he was trembling. Why was he trembling? He shouldn't be trembling. Wait, his whole body was trembling. He felt too hot. When did it get hot? The sound of voices faded into the background, all he could hear was the sound of his spark beat.
Tears filled his optics, was he dying? He wasn't dying, right? He choked on his own breath, taking shaky breaths as he just stared at his shaking servos.
He jerked as a servo came down to rest on his shoulder, ripping his helm to where the servo came from. It was Bumblebee, looking at him with concern.
"Are you okay? Class just ended, we can go now." Bumblebee said, tilting his helm.
He looked at his desk, his math stuff was back in his bag, and his english stuff was out. He wasn't aware that he had taken it out. When had he taken it out?
He took a deep breath, shaking his helm, "I'm fine. I have to talk to Mr.Ironhide right now." He answered bluntly, packing up his english stuff.
"Oh, okay. Well, see you after recess." Bumblebee said before walking out of the room and leaving him with Mr.Ironhide, who was looking at him with a blank expression.
"What?" He huffed, staring right back. Mr.Ironhide raised a ridge, "What was that at the beginning of class?" Mr.Ironhide asked.
"What was what? Me not answering what one thing I like was?" He asked, cocking his hip and looking really disinterested in this conversation.
"Everyone else did it, Sunstreaker. You are not an exception." He glared at Mr.Ironhide again.
"So? It was stupid." He huffed.
"How so?"
He gave Mr.Ironhide a flabbergasted look, "How so? It was just stupid. Why should I say one thing I like to people when I don't even know them! They all probably forgot my name already, like how I forgot there's as well."
Mr.Ironhide gave a warning rev of his engine, which made him freeze and then it was blank.
He came back to consciousness to Mr.Ironhide leaning over him with a concerned look, and another person was to his right.
"That's it, come back to us mechling. Can you say something?" The strange mech asked, laying a gentle servo on his chest plates to keep him laying down.
He reset his optics and opened his mouth to speak but only static came out. He reset his vocalizer as well, shaking his helm to clear the fuzziness.
"Th..zzzhh..think so." He croaked. The strange mech hummed, putting a servo on his back and helping him sit up.
He looked around the room. He was still in the classroom, and no classmates in the room, so it was probably still recess.
"Are you alright, Sunstreaker?" Mr.Ironhide said worriedly. He hadn't meant to scare the mechling, much less make him pass out.
"I think so." He answered, rubbing his left optic with his arm.
"Do you need us to call your creators?" His helm snapped up to the other mech, shaking his helm hurriedly, "I'm fine! Seriously. I don't need to go home."
The strange mech nodded and stood up, "You should be fine, but if you find you're starting to get a helmache, tell a teacher."
He nodded back, standing up with the help of Mr.Ironhide. He dusted himself off and rolled his stiff shoulder plates.
The other mech looked him up and down before walking out of the classroom with the instruction to take it easy. After the mech had left, Mr.Ironhide turned to him with a concerned look.
"Are ya' sure yer' fine, mechlin'?" Mr.Ironhide asked, placing a gentle servo on his left arm. He just shrugged it off.
"Yes I'm sure." He answered. Mr.Ironhide gave a short nod before the bell rang, singling the start of english once everyone got here. He took a step back from Mr.Ironhide and turned and walked to his desk as students piled in.
This day was off to a terrible start.
English class went by quickly after that, and soon enough it was the next class, gym.
Every student was sitting on the bleachers, waiting for their teacher. He could faintly remember from his schedule that their teacher was going to be Mr.Blurr.
He had heard rumours about Mr.Blurr. Like that he was the fastest cybertronian in existence and he talked so fast you sometimes couldn't understand him.
There was quiet, excited chatter going around the room. Everyone was excited, but he didn't know why. Maybe they would play a game that everyone liked or something.
The office door opened and out walked a tall blue and white mech. There was a mischievous grin on his face and he went in front of the bleachers, a clipboard in servo.
"Hey kiddos! How are you doing today?" The mechs voice was cheerful and upbeat, and he just narrowed the mech. It was too cheerful for his liking.
"We're doing good, Mr.Blurr, how are you?" The other students said while the new ones, including him, stayed quiet.
"I'm doing good, thank you, thank you!" Mr.Blurr laughed, looking around at the students, "I'm not familiar with some of your faces, what's your name?"
Mr.Blurr gestured to a short, green minibot in the front, who jerked a little at being noticed.
"Im Huffer.." They muttered, slumping down where he was sitting. Mr.Blurr smiled before looking at the next one he didn't know.
"Punch!" The next one said, he didn't really care.
As the new students introduced themselves, Mr.Blurr finally looked at him, who was glaring at him. Mr.Blurr was a little off put by the harsh glare he gave him, and he smirked slightly.
"And what's your name, mechling?" Mr.Blurr asked as each student turned to look at him. His armour tingled uncomfortably by having so many optics on him.
"Sunstreaker." He answered flatly, leaning back on the bleachers.
Mr.Blurr hummed, nodding, "Nice to meet you Sunstreaker. Alright everyone, since it's the first day, we're gonna play a game!"
Students cheered in happiness, and Sunstreaker cringed at the loud noise.
"The game we're gonna play today is Survivor, does everyone know how to play?" Mr.Blurr asked, putting his servos on his hip plates.
He knew that game. He used to play it at his old school. The day before it happened. But that was the past, it was the present.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Mr.Blurr smiled in satisfaction, "Alright then, everyone on the floor and spread out, let me get the balls."
All the mechlings and femmlings climbed off the bleachers and onto the floor, quickly spreading out as Mr.Blurr tossed the dodgeballs all around the gym.
There was around five balls, and if he remembered correctly, Survivor was that if you get hit by a dodgeball from someone, you go sit on the bench. Then you have to wait for the person who hit you to get hit by someone else, then your back in. The only way someone would win was if they caught everyone.
Most younglings got into groups of 3-4, he had no idea if that was allowed. It sure wasn't when he played, but it must be different here.
"You all know the rules!" Mr.Blurr yelled, clapping his servos twice, "Let's start playing!" Then balls started flying everywhere.
Quickly enough, he observed, five younglings were hit and already on the benches. Three of those five younglings were caught by the youngling he had run into when he first came.
It was clear that the other youngling, painted persian red, was one of the popular and athletic younglings. The youngling was hitting others left and right with his group of five. He faintly remembered that the cassette carrier was named Blaster. The others he didn't remember.
A dodgeball came souring over his helm, making him immediately squat down and run and grab the ball after it landed. He looked up and around to see who he could easily hit.
There was youngling close to him looking away, so he targeted them. He took the ball in his right servo and whipped it at the other, hitting the youngling right in the back plates. They turned around in surprise but he was already running for another ball to hit someone else with.
As the other youngling went to go sit down, he threw the ball he had at another youngling, hitting them in the side.
Two younglings he had caught, there was still 13 younglings on the floor, the rest still on the bench, and some getting back up after the youngling who got them got out.
He saw the red youngling throw a ball at an unsuspecting youngling before looking over at him. He froze, offlining then onlining his optics.
Now there were only 10 younglings. How joyful.
He looked around for a ball, any ball to get someone else out. He looked up to a ball coming straight for him, and he jumped out of the way before it hit him.
He grabbed the ball and threw it at the youngling who tried to get him, and he hit them. Almost instantly, four younglings stood up and they were back in the game.
"Hey! Sunstreaker!" A voice yelled, and he turned around to see Bumblebee running to him. Bumblebee stopped in front of him as he went back to looking around, making sure no one would unsuspectedly would hit him.
"What is it?" He snapped, glancing at the shorter youngling who dodged a ball that was thrown at him.
"Wanna team up? I have two other teammates and they agreed to ask you to join." Bumblebee asked happily.
He grunted, "I would rather not." He answered, making the smile on Bumblebees face plates drop, and didn't that make him feel guilty.
"Oh." Bumblebee muttered sadly.
He groaned, "Fine! I'll join your team, damnit." Then the smile was plastered on Bumblebees face plates again.
"Great! My teammates are Cliffjumper, the one over there that looks just like me but red. There's also Hound over there, the green youngling on the bench." He looked over at the two younglings that Bumblebee pointed out. It looked like a good team, but looks could be deceiving.
He gave a sharp nod to Bumblebee before running to the corner of the gym to where a ball was laying. And the game resumed.
He had 8 younglings out. It was a record for him, and he felt some satisfaction at how well he was doing. Right now, Bumblebee was on the bench and Hound was all the way across the gym.
There had been many younglings who had targeted him as their teammates were out by him. He had just dodged the ball and threw it right back at them.
He glanced up at the large clock on the North side of the gym. Only 5 more klicks. He glanced back at the game and watched as Hound got hit. Now there was only him, the red youngling, and two others.
Quickly enough, the red youngling got those two others, and it was just them. Bumblebee and some others were cheering for him as he dodged the ball shot at him by the red youngling.
He grabbed a ball that was coloured green and shot it at the red youngling, and they dodged it as well. It seemed it was going to be tough to get the other out.
He glanced back up at the clock, 2 klicks left. He focused back on the other youngling as they turned to look back at them, their optics locking.
The other youngling whipped another ball at him, and he turned sharply sideways to dodge it.
Grabbing another ball, he threw it blindly at the other, falling to his knees as he leaned too far when throwing it.
The other youngling tried to shoot to the side, but it was too late.
The ball clonked the other youngling in the side of the helm, and they fell to the ground.
It had all happened in slow motion, like something out of a movie. He heard the other younglings on the benches who were caught by the red youngling cheer as the bell rang, singling the end of the period and the start of lunch.
He heard pedesteps coming toward him and a yellow arm pulled him up. It was Bumblebee, who was smiling as if he got the best present in the world.
"You did it, Sunstreaker!" Bumblebee cheered, bouncing on the heels of his pedes. He shot Bumblebee a confused look.
"I did what?" He asked, Bumblebee smiled even wider if that was possible, "Got Sideswipe out! No one has ever got him out before!" He blinked. Was it that hard to get one youngling out?
"Yo!" A voice yelled, and he and Bumblebee looked to see the red youngling, Sideswipe, his processor helpfully supplied, walked towards them with a cheeky grin.
Sideswipe stopped in front of him and Bumblebee, but Sideswipe was mostly looking at him.
"That was a cool throw dude, no ones ever got me out before!" Sideswipe excitedly said, bouncing on the tips of his pedes, optics bright in wonder.
Sideswipe threw a servo toward him, "I'm Sideswipe, in the third row in Mr.Ironhide class and the one you ran into at the start of the day." He hesitated before taking Sideswipes servo and shaking it.
"Sunstreaker." If it was possible, Sideswipes face plates lit up even more.
"Great to meet you, Sunstreaker!" Sideswipe chirped, taking back his servo, "We all should get to lunch, my friends are waiting. See you guys later!" Then Sideswipe walked away.
"Ya, we should get to lunch, shouldn't we?" He answered with a grunt, "Great! Let's go, you can hang out with me and my friends."
Then they left the gym, down the hall, and to their lockers to grab their lunches.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
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This is also posted on ao3 on my new account CinderTinderz, go check it out. I will definitely use it more than this app now :)
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I am working on the second one at this moment, do not worry.
Have a good day/night everyone!