Disclaimer: I don't own TF.

Well, this is the third chapter. A big achievement for me; I've only managed to write a continuing series once and it was my first ever fic (and no one read it without being asked to! Go read it! It's a complex storyline and it's got a monster 300 page sequel coming!)

Anyway, as of now, I'm gonna start acknowledging reviews, so lets begin from the beginning.

Hotshot94: Sure thing, I haven't lost momentum yet. There'll be a few more chapters at least.

Heh…: (I know it was you Albe!) there's a point? ~Tries to spin round really fast to see if point is stuck to back~ nope, no point there. Tell me if you find one, as this fic is supposed to be totally pointless.

Deaths-Head: more scenes of the nutcase coming up. And yes, the Gestalten will be showing up. I'll fit the Dinobots in there somewhere too (Ickle grimmy!). maybe the Predacons and the Dinobots playing Australian football.

And I like your suggestion; I can just see Deaths Head as a Phys-Ed teacher….

Wicked Woman: ~hands box of matches~ yesss, poor Rhinox. And yes, I will continue.

Albe: heh, Leonardo, yesss. And yeah, I lost the bid by 46c! I ran out of net time and could only watch the outbidded e-mails. I'm gonna take your advice on the omnibots and not bid until the last minutes.

Sigh, this is the 6th Astrotrain that I've lost! (and not for trying to be cheap either) if anyone out there has an Astrotrain (or any of the Decepticon Triple changers for that matter, especially Octane.) and wants to help bolster one of the largest private singly owned collections in Australia, e-mail me. I'll pay collectors rates depending on condition. (that goes for any other G1 characters not in my collection too. e-mail me and I'll tell you if I need it.)

Duel Mistress K: yesss, I like the idea of the femmes being cheerleaders, and I really like the thought of Prime being a goth (along with Prowl and Ironhide).

And yes, I do have a scene planned for Armada. I'm getting worried though; they're selling the toys here (got em all already :p) and the toy catalogues are advertising 'as seen on TV' but I've been scouring the channels and it doesn't seem to be here yet… I've seen the first pilot ep because I downloaded it, but, well, suffice to say my knowledge on the characters is limited.

Vega Sailor: you read my mind; the structies will have their scene, as will Soundwave…

Korman: yes, you're right, Obesity needs to be dealt with. I have sympathy for those with a medical problem, but those kids that come home from school and sit down in front of the comp with a pizza in one hand and three bags of chips in the other get no sympathy. It's their fault, and they're the only ones that can deal with it. And like I said, don't blame me for Hasbro (Mainframe? Takara? Marvel??) making Rhinox fat.

Anyway, I'm not here to discuss semantics, I'm here to write TFFiction

Ok, that's all the acknowledgements, keep the reviews coming!

Anyway, this one might seem OOC to begin with, but the end result will make sense.

Anyway, it's recess now so I'll pick up the pace a bit.

Hmm, I've been thinking a few of the later scenes over, and I've come to the conclusion that 10 year old G1's just won't be able to pull most of them off. Therefore at some time they'll need to advance a few years, probably after I've finished all I can think of with the primary school line.

Anyway, I'd better get on with the show

………

The counsellor sighed as she slid the bottle back in between her books; this day was shaping up to be a bad one.

She paged the next student on the list.

After a few moments she paged again, and again there was no response.

Finally she walked to the door, peering out at the room full of young mechs. There was a small group crowded around a purple bot, two others looked like they were ready to kill each other, and several of the others were sitting around chatting.

"Miss Razor?"

One of the females looked up, she'd been sitting next to another student; both girls were the typical image of their group; both had far too much jewellery, and smelled like they'd been smoking.

Sighing dramatically, the student stood and handed the magazine she'd been reading to her colleague. At a glance from the counsellor, the other quickly hid the magazine, then cast a furtive glance back at her friend.

"Go get em 'Raze!"

"I always do. See you later Blacky."

"Yup."

With a final sigh, she followed the counsellor into the office.

Sitting herself down the counsellor pulled out a file about a foot thick.

"Take a seat Airazor."

The student sat on the end of the desk.

"Get off my desk."

From her vantage point Airazor could see the counsellors badly concealed bottle.

"Hey, wanna share that?"

The counsellor quickly grabbed the bottle and slid it back into a drawer. Airazor grudgingly flopped down into the chair, before sinking so low into it that only her head was visible above the table.

"Now, Miss Airazor."

"Call me Raze."

"As I was saying Airazor, this isn't the first time you've been in my office."

Airazor blew a large bubble, then returned to chewing her gum.

The counsellor slid a photo of some graffiti from the girls' bathroom across the table, then pulled out a page of lines from the file. Briefly comparing the handwriting she showed both to the student.

"Is this your tag?"

"Might be."

"Now Airazor, I've told you before that your behaviour isn't acceptable. We like to keep this school clean, but you writing dirty limericks on the walls of the student bathrooms, flooding the toilets and toilet papering the school flag has got to stop. Putting talcum powder in the headmaster's air conditioner just wasn't funny.

Airazor sniggered.

"I know you had an accomplice and I plan to discuss her behaviour with her later."

Airazor leaned forward and wrested her elbows on the desk.

"Watcha gonna do? Suspend me?"

"No, I know after the last time when you were suspended for making mortars with pens and firecrackers that that won't help the situation."

Airazor chuckled.

"This is more serious than that, so I've called in your parents."

The femme in front of her sat bolt upright, a look of shock and fear on her face.

"NO, NOT THAT!"

"Keep your voice down."

She paged the adults, a few seconds later a pair of clearly angry mechs entered.

"Mum, Dad."

"Shut up. I was in the middle of a very important meeting when I was called by the school."
Airazor's mother looked equally angry.

"We told you what would happen last time if you didn't knuckle down and study."

Airazor had lost all trace of cockiness now.

"We're taking you out of this school and sending you to deportment school."

Airazor shook herself, visibly having trouble comprehending her parents' words.

"Come on, we're taking you home."

Airazor's father led her from the room, her mother stayed behind.

"We'll finalise the paperwork tomorrow. I also understand that there's a matter of some graffiti removal?"

The counsellor nodded and pulled out the quote. Airazor's mother looked at it briefly, then her eyes fell on the photo on the table.

"That's what she wrote?"
The counsellor nodded. The scowl deepened and she stormed out of the room, clutching the bill in her hand.

Three floors down Galvatron had finally finished his picture. His teacher praised it then gave him a gold star. It slid right off the drool-coated chest.

"That's a wonderful picture Galvatron, but Octane doesn't have red stuff coming out of his ears."

Galvatron grinned even more wildly and nodded his head.

"Who are the others in the picture?"

Galvatron pointed to another mech lying beside Octane. His teacher had mistaken his red colour as just being more red from Octane.

"Starscream."

He grinned proudly and pointed to where a bot was standing over them.

"Me."

Pointing in turn to two bluish blobs and a smaller green one.

Cyclonus, Scourge, Brawl.

In a similar fashion he named the other shapeless blobs of colour all standing around the prone characters. As far as the teacher could see, most of the Decepticons were there.

"Is this a tree?"

Galvatron shook his head fiercely, causing drool to spatter on several of the other students. Some of it landed on Mindwipes picture, smearing it.

"Not tree. Devastator."

Galvatron looked up to where Mindwipe was standing, fists by his side.

"You ruined my picture of Weirdwolf! I'll use my magic spell on you!"
With that he started chanting. Galvatron stood up and began dancing like a chicken. Runabout and Runamuck started cheering as Galvatron began pecking, getting mouthfuls of carpet. Finally he ran at the wall, knocking himself out. While the teacher helped him up, Mindwipe sat cross-legged on the floor and began playing with the blocks as if nothing had happened. Rippersnapper and Hun-grrr soon joined in.

Just then the bell rang for recess. The students stopped what they were doing and forming two straight lines, followed their teacher out of the room.

………

well, what'd you think? Drop a review and tell me. Also, if there's any scenes of the playground you want to see, now's the time to speak up.

Cya all next time!