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When We Were Young
Chapter 3 – Gratitude
Megatron typed up what seemed like endless pages of research on siege weapons. "Only three days in, and I already have enough homework to last a week!" he thought. "Then a again I did spend most of the late afternoon and night practicing Metal War Ball with the team. That game, it was rough, draining, and brutal…I love it already!"
Megatron shook his head. He had to concentrate on his homework. The memory of the Headmaster's warning flashed in his head. 'If if you fail to meet the expectations of this academy, you will be thrown out faster than you get in, understand?'
"Finished. Thank Primus."
Megatron was about to press the save button when…
BOOM!
The whole house went black. 'Damn! Are we under attack!'
Megatron dashed to the nearest window. He looked outside. There were no explosions, no alarms, and all of the other buildings were fully lit. What was going on?
Suddenly the lights came back on. Megatron ran out the door of the study room, he looked to his right and saw a very exasperated Maxima coming up the basement stairs followed closely by Soundwave.
"What happened Maxima!"
"Don't worry Megatron, it was just a little power surge caused by Shockwave and Starscream experimenting too much with chemicals and computer equipment!"
"SORRY!" Came the apologetic voices of Shockwave and Starscream from the basement.
Megatron relaxed for a moment until he realized " Oh Primus! MY REPORT!"
"I hadn't saved! 8 hours of work gone! It's due tomorrow! If I fail I'll be kicked out of the Academy! Gone! Gone! GONE!"
CRASH!
After a strenuous day of school, ball practice andmany hours of tedious report writing, Megatron's system couldn't take it anymore.
Megatron fell to the floor unconscious.
When Megatron awoke it was morning. He was in his room. 'What happened?' Finally his memory banks came back online. He had awoken, but his nightmare wasn't over only two hours till class and his report was gone.
"What do I do now?" he whispered to himself, feeling panic rise within him.
It was then something shiny caught his eye. On the desk next to his recharge bed he saw what looked like a data CD. He saw a note was attached, it read, 'Thank You.'
Megatron loaded the CD into his laptop. To his astonishment, it was his report!
'How?' He read it over carefully and realized that though this report had been typed in his style, wasn't exactly the same as the one he himself had typed before. This meant somebody else had taken the time to retype his report in its entirety. 'But who would…?'
Megatron read the note again. 'Thank You.'
He knew. He knew who it was.
Megatron smiled.
"You're welcome Soundwave…"