Unforeseen

Chapter 38

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's

Chapter 38

It's crazy how polar opposite days could be. Ironide had made Sunday afternoon very enjoyable, even if half of it consisted of school work. Monday however couldn't have been any worse if it had tried. Every single one of my teacher tormented me in one way or another for having missed two weeks of classes. Some simply stared long and hard at me throughout the entire class, effectively making the lesson awkward, while other actually threatened to fail me if I had another absence.

Apparently no one gave a damn about my doctor's note. Ratchet had written one claiming my absence to be due to mental strain. Vague, but true.

I hadn't been in the mood to do anything all day and the issues with my teachers only furthered it. I didn't even want to work on my tech project, which I had finally finished designing before going to bed Sunday night.

My headache didn't help either, especially since it was centered behind my eyes. I had awoken with it, but at that point it had been a dull pain. Nothing worthy of painkillers. Now I regretted not packing them.

Sighing I lay my head down upon the work station in tech class. I knew the first day back would be rough, but this was ridiculous. Part of my brain hissed at the other, telling it to shut up. Things could be worse. Decepticon worse.

It took the fun out of complaining.

"You feeling alright?" Lucas asked from beside me. He was working on a project assigned to the class last week.

"Fine," I lied.

"You sure?"

"Positive." I felt bad giving short answers, but I didn't want him worrying about things beyond his control. School would be over soon anyway. I could go home, down a few painkillers, maybe take a nap if my body allowed it and then jump back on school work. Maybe the Decepticons would do me a favor and demolish the school during the night so I wouldn't have to return.

Like that'll ever happen. My chin hit my arms and I stared down at the project plans.

To anyone else it would have looked like a bunch of scribbled lines with immaculate hand writing next to them, but to me it was a building plan... alright it wasn't that bad, but I really couldn't draw to save my life. The only straight lines were the ones I had made with a ruler. My father was the artist, not me.

All the squiggles showed how to build a transforming toy. It wasn't based off anyone in particular. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Instead she was something I made up on my own. The futuristic vehicle form had three wheels and the capability to seat two. She was silver and teal in color and her robotic form had golden eyes.

I had never asked but it seemed common for the Autobots to have blue eyes and Starscream had red, so I assumed all Decepticons did. I wanted my little transformer, who I dubbed Avian, to be a different. Plus the gold was a nice contrast against her body color.

Ron had watched me struggle with the design last night. It was simple to make when there were only a few pieces, but I wanted it to have many – all the jointed areas for both forms, which included wrists, doors and all that nonsense. I was glad he hadn't helped me with anything but a sideward comment about breaking larger pieces down. I wanted to do this on my own.

Overall I was very happy with how it was coming along. I just had no desire to work on it right now.

My heart jumped when the bell rang. I had been waiting for it all day and it had taken me by surprise. It was kind of sad.