AN: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic, so please play nice. To be fairly honest, this probably never would have existed if I didn't get the encouragement I needed from a certain KneelingAngel;) You guys should really check out her story Who I am, it's AMAZING! And all reviews are welcomed, 'cuz I could really use the motivation. Also, flames will be used to heat up my hot pockets. Thank you and I really hope you guys enjoy! Cybertronians will not come in until next chapter btw.
P.S. I don't own transformers, Hasbro does. Those lucky bitches… now that I think about it I own nothing except my OC! Enjoy!
"Remind me again why we're standing out here at 5 in the morning on a Saturday at our high schools parking lot, in November might I add?," I asked. Katie, my best friend, groaned with exasperation, being fed up with my continuous complaints.
"I told you, told us to be here at 5 A.M. sharp because we will be leaving at 5:10! Not to mention that you agreed to go on this hiking trip with me," she explained for the 30th time. I took my iPhone out of my pocket and checked the time. It showed 5:17.
"Don't you just love when teachers tell you to be on time or else the bus will leave you, yet not even they can arrive on the scheduled departure time?," I grumbled, adjusting the pack on my shoulders.
"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you," Katie mused.
"It's not sarcasm, its morning bitchiness," I sighed. This is why I hated school trips. They always started way too early in the fucking morning. If I hadn't let Katie's dreaded puppy dog face get to me, I could be sleeping in right now. Not freezing my butt off in 27 degree weather, waiting for our biology teacher to arrive so we could get a move on. Katie, being the only one I knew here, and us both being the only juniors there, was also a pain in the ass. Now that I think about it, being surrounded by talkative, preppy, definitely morning people senior girls was too. Being a junior sucked. All you do is get reminded that after the year is over, you still have one more year of hell. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a good little student, but the high expectations everyone expects you to achieve is a killer. I thought high school was supposed to be about what you learned, not the letter a teacher thinks you deserve on a Finals.
I was broken out of my self-rant by the sound of a car pulling up followed by a school bus. Everyone visibly cheered when a man in his mid-fifties with white hair, a Hawaiian shirt, and open toed sandals stepped out of a worn down jeep.
Oh Dr. Short. You never cease to disappoint or amuse us.
"Oh no, who let the bitch off her leash?"
This day has just gotten fucking amazing. Of course Ashlynne had to come. Wouldn't her teachers be so impressed that she went on a hiking trip during the weekend? It really didn't help the fact that she was oh-so-popular, athletic, student council president, and homecoming queen. No one would ever suspect someone so "Perfect" to be the spawn of Satan himself. It's amazing how far a grudge can be taken.
Last year, Katie and I had attended an end-of-school party that was, according to the grapevine, supposed to be LEGENDARY. I guess by legendary they meant "People doing drugs, getting drunk and for the few ignoramuses, getting a scorching case of STDS". Katie's dad was in jail for drug charges, so she knew what happened to people who got hooked. We called the cops and hightailed our asses out of there. To many people, we were heroes, but to Ashlynne, whose boyfriend got arrested, then fired for the arrest, then broke up with her because he couldn't afford to keep buying her things, we might as well have painted a target on our heads. She's made our lives hell ever since.
"I swear to God, the next chance I get, she's gonna "accidentally" get pushed off a cliffside," I said through gritted teeth.
"Just ignore her, she's just pissy because nobody has miraculously crawled on their knees begging to be her boyfriend yet," she murmured with an annoyed look in her eyes.
"Hey!" Devil Spawn shouted," I was talking to you!" She grabbed my arm and spun me around so that we were face to face.
"I'd prefer if you wouldn't touch me, I don't want to get AIDS," I deadpanned. Ashlynne made a noise of outrage, and then proceeded to make the lamest comeback ever.
"If anyone has AIDS, it's you!", she shrieked, her posse visibly cringing at how weak that sounded. She looked around for support, but her friend's body language said it all. You got yourself into this; you're on your own.
She followed up with a venomous "Bitch!" before glaring sharp katanas at me.
"Ashlynne! That is not the kind of language we use! Go to your whore corner, you've earned yourself a time out," I exclaimed dramatically. She threw a temper tantrum of stomping feet and upset sounds before stalking off to her friends who were trying, rather successfully, to hold in their chuckles. Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.
After a profuse apology on Dr. Short's part about how he lost track of time and that he was still glad that we got here early and blah blah blah, we all boarded the bus, putting our daypacks in the back while everyone sat in the front or middle. Katie and I sat in the last row possible, considering we didn't know anyone else that was here on this trip. Well, that we were on good speaking terms with, that is. Yeah, when people say that joining clubs gets you friends, that's a big lie. It only gives you an excuse to smile at upperclassmen in the hallway like you knew them, even though you were only on first name basis. The real excitement started to finally kick in as we settled down while Dr. Short explained the safety rules that no one was really going to follow, me included.
The Ecology Club was going on a hiking trip in a small rocky reservation down in southern Missouri. Let me tell you, St. Louis is a great city and all, but living in a small town 6 miles from it your whole life was boring….as…..shit. I lived for thrill, and climbing and hiking across rocks without safety gear or a guide? That was a no brainer. It was one of the main reasons I decided to come in the first place.
As I felt the bus rumble under my seat as it departed from the parking lot, I pulled out my iPhone again and shuffled my music.
"Isn't this exciting, Jenny?" Katie chirped.
"Going hiking, or riding the bus?" I ask smartly, smirking the whole time.
"Smart ass," she mutters under her breath. You make it way too easy, Kat. To my deep displeasure, everyone started to sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Oh come on, it hasn't even been ten minutes yet! I put in my headphones and starting blasting the volume loud enough to drown out a jet. I really hope this bus ride doesn't take too long. My sanity can take only so much.
Good, bad, in between? Please let me know, it would help me a lot! And I know Jenny's character isn't explained very well in this chapter, don't worry it'll get better! (I hope.) Review por favor! It would make me very happy:3