Unforeseen - Chapter 03

As always, I do not own Transformers.

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Chapter 3

I shot up right, eyes wide and panting.

Just a dream, I sighed in relief, just a dream. It had been a horrible black and crimson nightmare. I shuddered.

Looking at the clock I realized, with dismay, I had only slept for an hour. Great way to start the first day of school – sleep deprived.

Ever since my home town had been leveled nearly two weeks ago I'd been haunted by these nightmares. They had made me an insomniac. I think it was worrying my aunt and uncle.

Yawning, I changed into a pair of black jeans and a teal blouse that tied around back. I pulled my black boots on over my jeans. My backpack was by the door and I grabbed it as I made my way downstairs.

"May May!" Annabelle cried with delight when she saw me. As my aunt had claimed, Anna had become more than accustomed to my presence and did in fact clamber on top of me when given the opportunity. She had taken to calling me 'May May', apparently Melry was a bit too much for her.

I did not mind.

"Morning Anna," I patted her on the head as I passed.

The toddler was one hell of a morning person. She'd wake up at five almost every day and demand attention. If I was awake I would entertain her.

"What time does the bus come?" Aunt Sarah asked before taking a sip of her juice.

"Don't know." I poured myself a cup of coffee. I would need the caffeine to survive. "I'm going to walk."

"It's four miles to the school." Uncle Will came down the stairs fastening his belt.

I shrugged, "good exercise."

"I can give you a ride. I pass by it on the way to base."

"No, it's alright, but thank you." I glanced at the clock. "If I leave in the next ten minutes I'll make it with time to spare. I walk fast." Track was out of the question with my arm still in a sling so I might as well do something to get by butt moving.

"If you ever want a ride just holler."

I raised my mug in response before taking another sip.

"Ah, I keep forgetting to tell you." Uncle pulled his keys out of the cabinet where he kept them. "The guys at base thought you did and impeccable job on Ir- the truck. Had a few of them jealous," he grinned.

I nearly choked. Jealous of a carwash? I shook my head. "Glad I could be of service," was all I could muster.

"I had one hell of a time getting the twins to understand they couldn't come over," he chuckled. "They wanted the full works."

I had no idea who 'the twins' were but they sounded like an odd pair. "I have school I need to worry about." Washing the truck had been a fun distraction, but I was not planning on making a career out of it.

"Don't worry, they're banned from coming here. They'd only cause a ruckus."

"Hyper active?"

"You have no idea."

I shook my head. Somehow hyper activity and the military just did not go hand in hand in my mind.

After gulping down the remainder of my coffee I blindly retrieved an apple and made for the door. "See you later."

"Enjoy your first day," my aunt smiled after me.

As I walked out past the midnight black truck I gave the metal frame a pat. "You're welcome." I was turning into my uncle with that action, but why not. There was no harm in it. It wasn't like the truck was a living creature and could be offended.


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To say I was overwhelmed by school was a bit of an understatement. It was not all that much bigger than my old one, but it did mean there were about two thousand new faces.

And not a single familiar one.

Sighing I looked at my schedule. I had already gone through English, physics, gym, astronomy and a slew of other boring classes and now had tech class. I felt both nostalgic and lost as I entered the wing. I had practically lived in the tech wing back in my old school, building rockets and all sorts of toys.

But this wasn't that place.

I passed each room looking for the right number. 109, 111, 113b. There it was.

Pulling open the door I was greeted with chattering from those whom had beat me there. Few seats were still open. Probably a full class, I thought.

I took my roost at a corner table and looked around. There were several kinds of electric saws and devises standard to such classrooms. As usual most of the kids in the room looked disinterested in anything considered 'techy'. They were likely here because they either had to be or thought it a better option than writing essays.

"Ever built anything?"

My head snapped to the left. I found a tall lanky boy with neatly trimmed blond hair taking the seat beside me. "You look like you have," he continued, "I mean, you look far more competent than the rest them." He gestured with his head toward the rest of our classmates.

I blinked. Who was this kid?

"Oh, sorry," the blond laughed in embarrassment. "Names Lucas Mirak." He held out his hand.

Very refined, I thought as we shook. "Melry Lennox."

"So, have you ever built anything?"

"Rockets, clockwork toys, even reconstructed a grandfather clock once, with help of course."

"Very cool," Lucas grinned. "I plan to make a living out of building things." He took a notebook from his bag. "My pop runs a toy store down town, Miraculous Toys."

"Never heard of it, sorry. I'm new here."

"Ahhh," Lucas couldn't say more because class began. It was the same dull routine, explaining what the class was going to cover and how to not chop you hand off.

A note was passed my way. 'Want to be tech partners?'

I smiled up at him and nodded.

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My bed was a welcomed sight that night as I flopped down to do homework. Why teacher's thought giving work out on the first day, when they scarcely did anything, was a good idea was beyond me.

The remainder of the day had turned out to be far more interesting than it had started. Lucas turned out to be in two other classes with me and after school I had gone to his father's shop with him.

It had been a fun little place. He might not have had all the latest and shiniest toys, but they were great to tinker with. It was hard to come by vintage toys and the shop had a nice selection of them.

Some of Lucas's own creations were there too. They weren't bad. I had to admit, I was a bit envious.

The best part of it all came in the form of a job offering. I hadn't been seeking one but Lucas's father had seemed really happy to hear I was interested in making things. The job did not actually entitle building, but having the knowledge seemed important to the middle aged man.

A knock on the door shattered my thoughts. "Goodnight Mel," my aunt smiled in at me, "try and get some sleep."

"Yep," I cracked open my physics text book and found the required page. I groaned. I had done this already. It seemed I would be redoing work for at least two weeks.

Before long I was finished and, with no desire to sleep, I stayed up reading the text book. I felt like a super nerd but there wasn't anything else for me to do. The ceiling was boring to stare at.

But even the textbook could only keep my attention for so long. What else is there, I asked myself an hour later. I did have astronomy homework, sort of.

'Go look for the constellations.' The teacher had said. I might love the stars, but the only constellation I knew was Orion.

Still, it was better than sitting around in my room.

Tip toeing down the stairs I made for the front door and very quietly stepped out. The screen door had a habit of slamming and I had to remember to physically place it back into position. With the coast clear I wandered onto the grass and looked up.

"Good night for star gazing," I mused aloud. There was barely a cloud in the sky and no moon to blare out the faintest stars. Even this neighborhood offered the primmest of condition with its minimal lighting.

I sat myself down next to the truck, which was nearly invisible in the blackness of the night and leaned against its warm metal frame. Better than sitting under a tree. While I had to admit it sounded somewhat romantic, in a lonely sort of way, the branches would only mar my view.

As it were, I felt more relaxed by the truck. Perhaps it had something to do with it being named. "Ironhide," I patted the door behind me, "will you keep me company tonight?"

I didn't expect to have an answer, but I think it grunted.

Just the wildlife, I smiled, and a wild imagination.

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Please review!

Ah Lucas, he's such a minor character, but he plays his part. And the twins.

Imagine the hail storm they must have started with their 'bathing' remarks. Almost makes me wish I had written this in third person so I could write it. Almost.

Curiously I looked up and down the street. No sign of my uncle or aunt. I checked the license plate. Yep, defiantly my uncle's truck.

"You done peeping kid." A gruff voice from behind made me jump.