Unforeseen

Chapter 9

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's

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Chapter 9

What could be better than skipping school to launch a few rockets? Launching rockets stuffed with M80 fire crackers of course.

Inevitably it meant the rockets would be blown to pieces, but it would make one hell of a bang.

I looked over to the three others who had accompanied me. There was Jeremy, the red headed, freckle ridden one of the group; Patrick, his light hair pulled into a stubby ponytail and glasses duct tapped at the left hinge; and Jessy, her wild black hair barely being tamed by her braid as she sat drawing on her rocket.

Many of our peers thought us to be nerdy, but we just liked having fun and that usually meant building things. Rockets were something of a specialty – quick, simple and fun to blow to pieces.

Above us the clouds were dark and nasty looking. Probably wasn't the best day to be out launching rockets, but there weren't any tests today and we barely had any homework due. So as far as playing hooky was concerned, there was not a better time. I just hopped the rain held up until we were done.

"Hey Melry, you sure this pad's going to work?" Patrick looked over his shoulder as he readied his rocket.

"It hasn't ever failed me," I replied. The launch pad was indeed old. I had received it from my uncle nine years ago for my eighth birthday.

Jeremy finished setting up the M80 in his rocket and looked over at Jessy, "Are we done being artsy fartsy over there?"

"Nope. Haven't gotten to the fartsy part yet."

I laughed, classic Jessy. "We'd better start launching anyway. These suckers won't do well if it starts pouring."

The tree's rustled around the clearing. A loud clap of thunder resonated from the heavens.

"Look you crazy Yankee, we're workin' on it," Jeremy gave me that fake glare of his. It was a running joke. The three of them had been born and raised here in Texas, but I had only come to call the state home when I was four. Even then, I had spent most of my summers up in Ohio with my uncle and grandparents until I was ten. My grandparents had passed away a few years back and my uncle now lived out in Washington State somewhere with his wife and toddler.

Pat grabbed the trigger switch and began backing away. "I'm ready whenever."

"Then let's have a bang." Jessy put her sharpie away. "Pun intended."

The lot of us backed off several feet. If the rocket blew on the ground we wanted to be as far from it as possible.

"Wait, wait. Hold on a minute." Jeremy ran and got his camera. He scanned it across us, evidence of our heinous crime of playing hooky. He then pointed it towards the awaiting rocket. "Now we're good."

With the click of a button the rocket soared high up into the air, the engine whistling behind it. Just as it was hitting its peak, almost out of sight, there was a bright flash and loud BANG.

"Sweet," Jeremy cried. Bits and pieces of the once fine rocket crashed down upon the ground.

Jessy ran out towards the pad to set hers up. The wind was really starting to pick up. I pulled my hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of my face.

Pat was looking up at the clouds with concern, "it's getting nasty."

Jessy came back to us. "It might be too windy to launch."