Not Fair Chapter 1: Bad Day, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

A/N:

Seems I'm out of ideas for GWA. So I thought I'd right a different style of fanfiction.

Enjoy the story

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MILES' POV (Piont of view)

All my short life I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Literally that describes my whole life. Mentally and physically. Every day really is the same long thing; get up, have breakfast, get ready for school, leave, get bashed, arrive at school, go through the thing our government calls 'education', leave school, rest, got to bed, have a nightmare... You get the picture.

The alarm-clock beside my bed rang it's annoying and loud sound. I reached over and hit the damn thing off the desk. I woke up from my short sleep and headed down the corridors of the orphanage that I lived in. I didn't particularly like it here on westside Island, but that's all I have. I drowsily walked down the squeaky wooden stairs to the kitchen and living room. There was the rest of the kids in the orphanage; Ricky, a ten year old husky; Fred, a ten year old bear: Holly; a nine year old weasel, some other guys I won't mention, and the orphanage's owner, Vinilla Rabbit and her daughter, Cream.

"Morning Miles." Cream called. She seemed enthusiastic about something.

"Morning." Was all I could be bothered to mumble, to tiered to really care anyway.

"Sit down on the rug over there, I'll get you some of our pancakes. Everyone made our own!"

Bloody good job I hadn't got up yet. Last time we all tried, cooking pancakes, Ricky nearly killed me. I had to use the fire equipment to extinguish myself. But I sat down as ordered and waited for my meal, and was happier when it came.

After ten minutes, I was ready for school. All I needed was my book-bag, a small bag for my lunch and such, and my jacket. Turns out that's all a third grader needs on an island. I headed out the door to the nearby bus stop, where I waited for the bus to arrive, which felt like a goddamn hour at least.

The bus pulled up next to the kids at the stop. I hopped in and headed toward my seat, which was marked their by all the marks and scratches there. Couldn't the bus company clean out these vehicles once in a while? Anyway I sat down and waited again for the bus to get to school.

The school was split into two parts; Junior and senior. The high school opposite had merged with Westside primary to make a larger complex, but it made no difference at all to my life or anything but the economy. The bus pulled up at the school gates. Mostly everyone ran out with excitement, while I took my time... looking for that one group...

Seeing as my fears where aside, I jumped out of the bus and headed through the gates of the school, when a hard fist collided with my shoulder...

"Hiya there, Tails!"

I looked up from the spot on the ground. Ricky. The a**hole. I frowned at the sight of the bully, which he returned with a kick to my stomach, which hurt like always.

"I said hi, bitch!" He yelled again. The rest of his gang had walked over as well.

"Hi" I muttered back at him. He didn't appreciate it much. He never did. No one knew why, not I'd want to. He pulled he up by the fur on my chest, which hurt like hell. He stared at me for some time, and I stared at him back with the same, emotionless and dark look that we both could pull. Takes a year of practice, but it works out in the end. Judging by the slightly tense look his friends where pulling, I guessed it was time for him to move on to his next victim. The thought was crushed when his fist slammed into my face. He dropped me and they all left to terrorize some other person.

I noticed the blood staining my white fox muzzle a little, deciding that I'd best leave my broken nose to heal, I walked up the path to the junior's section of the school. As soon as I set foot ten feet away, I could hear the insults being made about me already.

To be honest, I never understood why, but I was born with two, big white tipped fox Tails, which earned me my nickname, 'Tails'. It was better than the other sh*t I got called often. 'Freak'. That one hurt.

I made it to my classroom with ten seconds before the bell rang. I lined up at the back and entered the room.

"Good morning class." Came Mrs Sheck's voice.

"Good-morning-Mrs-Sheck" The whole class said in unison. I sat down in my arranged seat. Right in front of Ricky's group. Wow, how far teachers new about kids. Mrs Sheck pulled out the class list and began marking.

"Dan"

"Here"

"Ricky"

"Here"

"Fred"

"Here"

"Holly"

"Here"

"Miles Prower"

Crap. Why on mobius did she have to say my last name? It turns out if you say my full name quickly, it sounds like 'miles per hour'. I hated my own goddamn name.

"Here"

As I was last on the roll, I had to take it to the school office for reasons I don't understand. Mrs Sheck handed me the roll and I left the room. Moving wasn't hard at all, but avoiding the different projectiles and insults that zoomed by my wasn't. I dogged two paper balls and a bunch of other stuff. It was everyday life for me, but I still hated it.

I reached the office with only being hit by two of the projectiles that where launched at me. The school's office was the only place in the school that felt welcoming the slightest, but I still felt uneasy about the whole thing.

"Is that your class's roll, Miles?" Asked the woman at the front desk.

"Yes" I gave her the roll list and was about to leave when...

"Miles, you wouldn't mind, please take Sonic over here to his locker." Two hedgehogs where standing over to the side talking to someone. I guessed one of them was the new guy, the other one his mother. More crap. I now had to take some new kid to his locker, which meant going through the high school part of the area. All the bad things that could happen, where about to.

"Y-y-yes miss" I obediently replied.

The 'new kid' revealed himself to be a blue.. hedgehog. He looked around fifteenth years old at least. My guess was he was in ninth grade. I walked past him and muttered,"Follow me." and he followed. After a minute of paper balls and the lot, I reached the locker isle and found the one marked '8C15'.

"Drop your stuff in here, and everything else is on this paper." I handed him the locker info I had been given at the office, not really knowing what to do, as I wasn't in high school. The hedgehog obediently placed his things in the locker and headed of to his first class. One weird ninth grader.

By the time I had got back, my class was writing in some words for us to practice over the week. What a dumb idea, but I complied and got to work on the list, which only a minute or two to complete. Mrs Sheck gave us some maths and english to do, further boring me even more. But what the heck, I got on with it and focused. Another barrage of notes and papers showered open my eight-year-old skin, but I ignored it and kept on working.

"Hey, freak, what's the answer?"

I turned around to see Ricky standing there with his maths book and pencil in hand. With no other option except injury, I glanced over and wrote '143' in the space provided, and the bully retreated to his seat. Pleased, i re-focused my keen eyes and went back to working.

The bell for recces rang it's stupid sound, giving the signal for the kids to pack up and eat. I instead, headed of to the one place that I was safe in. The library. I sat down with a book I'd picked off the shelves and began reading. The only thing that seamed to pass the long school day was to read a book for however long it took. Before I could read much further, a flash of light illuminated the ground, and a rumble of thunder followed. I screamed myself out of my chair, causing the others to only laugh at me.

Lightning and thunder. My biggest natural fears. I hated them with a passion. Another bolt struck a tree not so far off, and I screamed again. After a while, I calmed myself down enough to hold the book I had been reading, when the bell rang again, signalling for me to head back inside the classroom.

Some work had already been written on the board, and I wasted no time getting on with it. The lightning outside was severely getting on my nerves now,but I kept it inside me. But what was a storm doing out at 11:30 anyway. Deciding it was another question that should be left unanswered, I once again refocused myself to my set task. Concentrating is hard.

The final bell rang, giving the signal for everyone to pack up and leave school. I silently followed them to the rack of bags without a word said. As soon as I got my things, I walked off as quickly as I could. Happy that I hadn't been bashed to death since I got to school, I took the footpath home instead of the bus. The footpath was longer and took more time to cover, but seeing that there was no point being home early, I took it without thought.

I spotted Cream driving home with her mother along the rough roads that ran across Westside Island. Lucky girl in contrast to me, not that I was jealous or anything. I owed my life to that rabbit, when she found me lying on the ground outside in a thunderstorm. I was surprised that she took me in so easily, other kids or adults had no respect for my skin at all. But her sympathy was just her maturity and how she was brought up, which was the opposite to how I was brought up.

My whole family, relatives and such included-were never on my side. If I dropped something, I was forced to pick it up. If I lost something, I was left behind to find it. The abuse I got from them kick-started my miserable life. But one lonely day, I lost it all. I was to young to understand most of it, being four or something at the time, but I still have the scar that it left me with. That's why I hate being alone, because the only thing that pops up is that splitting image of a missile exploding on contact of my former home. From there, I found refuge in the homeless shelter... for a year, before Cream and such came along and blah blah blah blah blah blah...

My thoughts where interrupted again when another fist made contact with my orange fur again. I could tell it was Ricky again, which to his delight, I landed face-first on the grass.

"Hey, freak! I haven't beat you up for ages, so I'm gonna make up for it now." That voice again. Ricky literally pulled me up eye level with him. To be honest, he looked rather stressed. He only continued to kick me back down on the grass. I didn't respond to it, I rarely did, knowing that it would mean more stress and agony. Yet another kick impacted my stomach, causing me to roll over in pain. Ricky, on the other hand, was still unamused with my injuries, and only punched and kicked me again. By now, he had somehow moved my injured body closer to the river's banks.

"Fur is all dirty and stuff. I'm gonna clean it."

I immediately threw my bag as far as I could from the river. Ricky, oblivious to the bag, grabbed one of my twin tails, which stung like hell. I instantly knew what was up, before he straight-up punched me into the stream of water. Ugh... water. I didn't hate the stuff, but I just couldn't swim at all. So I allowed myself to drift into a tree that hung in the water not far from where I had gotten thrown in. Using whatever strength I had left, I pulled myself out of the murky liquid stream with a branch. God, what a day.

Glad to see my bag hadn't been touched, I forced my weak body to walk the distance home. Rather than get the house wet, I threw by bag through the window and laid down on the grass overlooking the seaside view to allow myself to drip-dry. I didn't notice how dark it had gotten since my swim in the river. I semi-consciencly allowed myself to fall into anther lonely, terrifying nightmare...

A/N:

This style is significantly easier to write. I'm gonna stick to this for a while, and then I'll go back to normal stuff.

~Swirl da Squirrel