Rescue younglings. (A transformers rescue bots academy fanfic)

Runaway youngling

Hotshot was outside having to rake all of the leaves. That was nothing compared to what he had to do after that. After Heatwave grounded him for what seemed like a month, Hotshot had to do every single chore that ever existed.

Hotshot stopped for a minute to catch his breath. "Sometimes I wish everything wasn't blamed on me." Hotshot sighed sadly as he put the rake down to get some energon.

When he walked into the kitchen, he noticed Whirl and Wedge clean up the kitchen. "Um...what're you guys doing?"

"Cleaning."

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong." Hotshot said as Wedge only rolled his optics. "The cleaning bots malfunctioned so we're stuck cleaning."

"Oh."

"Hotshot!" Hotshot immediately turned around to see Heatwave behind him with his arms folded. "Daddy, I just-"

"Not cleaning that's what you're doing."

"That's not true. I was-"

"Get outside and clean up now!" Heatwave yelled as he stormed away.

Hotshot felt hot tears coming down on him so he immediately ran away into his room. Once he flopped onto his bed, he sobbed for a good while until he propped his head up. "Fine, he doesn't want me, then I'll leave." Hotshot said to himself as he grabbed a piece of paper and started to write a small note:

Dear everyone,

I'm sorry but I have to go. Daddy is always mad at me for things I didn't do. Yes I took Wedge to a concert, but this morning when I wanted some energon, he immediately said that I wasn't cleaning. I'm a failure and he knows it. So, I'm gonna leave forever. Don't worry, I'll be okay. Cya later

Love, Hotshot

Hotshot put the note on his bed as made his way to the groundbridge.