Transformers Prime: Ordeal

~Act I, Chapter I~

“Michelangelo! If I ever catch you falling asleep in class again, I promise you'll have to catch up with so much homework, you won't even sleep at night!”

Hearing her seethe those words as she yelled after me gave me a good reason to run out of class as fast as possible when the school bell rang. Yeah, I already had my daily dose of scolding from my History teacher, so I didn't think I needed to hear another lecture from her about some little accident that happens to every student at least once in their life.

I was a little too much on my computer yesterday night, and by the time I went to bed, it was 3:00 am. Guilty as charged, I won't deny that. But I won't deny that I haven't tried as hard as I possibly could to stay awake in class. When it comes to the cranky, shriveled Miss Dawson's History lessons, unless you had your coffee, you're guaranteed to at least get distracted by the birds outside. I don't even remember the last thing she talked about before I fell asleep. Yeah, it was that boring. The only thing I learned today in History was that if President Lincoln was my History teacher and caught me taking a nap in class, he would have sent me out to work in the fields, to make up for the time I wasted on sleeping.

Well, if it means not ever coming back to her lessons, then hell yeah! Sign me up any time soon!

So, as you can clearly see, I had a great day until Miss Screw-you-I'm-Your-Teacher caught me dozing off in class and had me involved the last 15 minutes in an argument. I think that was a lot more interesting than what she had to teach. Sure, what I did was wrong, but I can't help it if she doesn't know how to teach history.

I barged out of the doors of our school after hearing another dissing remark from the janitor, telling us students the golden rule of NOT running in the halls. Pff, still can't believe that people like him treat us like 5th graders, even though we're all in high-school by now. But I didn't waste more time thinking about it, because nothing felt better than breathing that fresh air of freedom after a long day's work.

As I ran down the stairs, I looked eagerly around me. I was searching for my friend and we would usually meet up after class. It didn't take me long until I spotted a group of girls near the sidewalk. I knew I had found her, since Native-American girls with wavy, shoulder-length hair like hers is very hard to miss in this school. I slung my bag over my shoulders, put the most charming smirk on my face and walked up to the clique... Like a boss. “Hey, ladies.”

The girls in the group giggled and laughed, and I even spotted one blushing. I still had the moves.

The Native-American girl turned around, her face showing a mix of amusement or annoyance. “Hey there, slacker.”

Wow, she didn't miss a beat. That was one way to ruin my image.

I gasped, playing it up a little dramatically. “Rachel, I'm offended. Is that how you treat your oldest friend?”

She waved goodbye to her school friends as they left, and she had that mocking smile plastered on her face when she looked over to me. “I'd treat you better if you stopped showing off in front of my friends.”

“Oh, come on, they like it when I do that!”

“Yeah, because it looks funny.”

“That's what you say, but you know I'm right.” I stated, “Did you see Alice? I could tell, she was digging me.”

Rachel thought differently, seeing as she was moaning in exasperation. “Oh, Mike... You should really focus more on your schoolwork. You DO know we have an exam next week, right?”

I scoffed at her remark, raising my fist. “Exam? You think I'm iffy because of some sheets? I've dealt with worse.”

No joke, the exams looked like nothing compared to what I had been up against. I wasn't even referring to the History teacher, though she could be remotely scarier than the exams. Just by looking at Rachel, she knew what I was talking about, showing discomfort as she pushed the strands of hair out of her face, anxiously looking around her.