Starlight (Transformers: Prime)

Chapter One

Chapter One

An event that was completely unexpected

June is truly a month of wonders. 

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June, a month so awaited by everyone, especially by students of all possible types. So beloved; the time of end to those all cursed school and its responsibilities, foretelling two months of salvation – incoming in big steps summer holiday. And also, for some, a month hated like no other; full of stress and hectic tries to finish all unfinished causes. Time, where all the tasks shoved away 'for later' now had accumulated and had to be done. All of them, at once. On one hand, summer holiday just behind the doorstep, but on the other, it was not so bright and colorful anymore. Especially to all kinds of students attending all kinds of school, from elementary school starting, to college and beyond.

Let's start with the fact, that all students can most likely in most of the cases can be divided into three groups. First group consists of people that are fully content with their final marks. They can relax, stop thinking about school and basically already have holiday, perhaps taking very last tests. The second group consists of people who are not endangered by their marks in any way, but are not content of them at all, yearning to have a better mark, because they're not really content with what they have, so they try to somehow make it. Here is where stress and oiliness starts; getting to teachers' asses and basically begging for better marks which, as predicted, usually fails. The worst case is, though, the third group, which means people who are practically forced to correct their marks (unless they don't want to proceed to next class).

But in the small Jasper – city placed in deserted state of Nevada, there was a school that was very specific about that certain case; Memorial High School. Absolute most of students had suspected since forever that both director and rest of school faculty of the school are not quite examples of sane people; not only by the fact that the schooling system was absolutely ineffectual, there was no case of someone not passing to next class in years. That was a bad thing, though; because school during June was ruled by the so-called 'reports' – written works about certain topic for certain subjects, who were enough to be scored for an E to pass to next class. Only, the sole fact of having it allowed student to score an E.

But, did those who were threatened by failing class did those reports themselves? Of course not.

And what did teachers say about it? In some cases they were the ones who had searched for and asked those better students to make reports for their less smart pupils. And this is where, most often, the first group of students suffered.

Natalie O'Correl, first year student in Memorial High School was just exactly, to her own bad luck, one of school's aces; placing in top five schools students (which, to be honest, weren't may and all, and even less was at least a bit interested in actual studying). And this is exactly why now, after classes were finally dismissed, clothed way too thick and way too black for summer on the desert, she was walking through the school hall and radiating dark, hateful aura; sensation so thick and overwhelming it was nearly visible. And Natalie in bad mood was something that everyone in this school learned to fear throughout this short year. Her steps were fast, hectic, and sound of metal sole of her combat boots that reached nearly her knees was thundering; effectively scaring away anyone in radius of hearing or seeing her sulking form.

Few people ran next to hell, quickly and nervously, as if startled birds fleeing from a hungry predator; it was the very last wish of anyone to become subject of rage of this lanky, skinny, seemingly harmless girl in glasses, with eternally tousled bangs.