{Third Person Point of View}
"Get into the bag."
"No."
"Please."
The tiny jet looked up at the begging girl and weighed his options. He could stay here all day, being stuck in the same place as before. Or he could leave but be stuck in a bag covered in zippers and full of lose paper and books.
"Alright, I'll go, but you must let me fly outside afterwards."
Nancy agreed to this deal by stuffing Starscream between her math and science homework, who knows he might check it. She zipped it up quickly and the seeker was soon surrounded by darkness, his glowing red optics barley making a dent.
Now came the hard part of Nancy's plan, getting past her parents with a backpack about two times it's normal size. If they saw it they would do either of two things- ask her about it or check it. She wanted the third option, for them not to notice it at all, which is where having a couple of perceptive scientists for parents defiantly did not help with. So she had said to them that mourning something nether of them could of guessed. She had asked to walk to her school, which besides being only two blocks away, she had showed no earlier desire to do that ever before.
It had taken a while, but somehow she ended up outside walking with an especially heavy backpack. By some miracle no one had picked on her on her way to school, but of course all good things must come to an end.
It was sixth period, writing. Another thing that makes the school day so horrid to Nancy. Her spelling was nearly impossible to decipher, and she had trouble with making her thoughts flow on paper. To make matters worse everyone thought it was the funniest thing ever that a seventh grader could spell toast wrong. But luckily for our protagonist, today was a brainstorming idea day, with not a pencil needed.
"Okay class, today's prompt is expository, which means that it is informative text. The prompt says 'Write about what you think is an amazing discovery or invention. Write about how it is used, made, or created.' So everyone discuss this at your table. I'll ask everyone to explain what they are going to write about in six minutes. Start now."
Nancy played with her orange flames of hair while the three loud girls at her table gossiped. At this time Starscream wondered if death would be a better punishment than listening to them talk about how 'Jaycee was totally going to ask out Ista'.
"Times up. Now who wants to start." The strict brunette looked passed the eager waving hands and instead looked at the girl trying to make herself invisible, but failing due to the flames on her head. "Nancy, what are you going to wright about?"
Nancy's head picked up and a thousand pairs of eyes watched, "Umm.. I was going to write about...um" Whispers filled the room. "Yunkoins, I'm going to write about Yunkions. There these motorcycles that can brake or fall apart many times, but always fix themselves."
"They sound more like Junkions, but I still think that they are yuck!" Hollered an unknown voice towards the back of the room. The room burst with cheer, and her backpack with smoke.
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