My alarm clock went off in response to reaching six am. I realized I had no use for it this morning, considering the fact that I was already awake an hour beforehand. I actually woke up to a chipmunk sniffing and patting at my face. It scurried off outside through my opened window seconds before I started screaming and squirming in bed. Thats what I get for leaving leftover takeout in my room.

My alarm was still blaring through the loud buzzer on my nightstand. With a small mascara brush in hand, I jogged over and turned it off. I went back to the mirror and continued my work. Before I began to touch up again, I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror. I leaned in closer and scrutinized at my blue eyes. The right one to be exact. Something wasn't right...

"I have mascara...On my eyelid."

I groaned in annoyance as I replaced the brush in my hand with a baby wipe covered with mascara smears from past attempts this morning and began to wipe at my lid. If one couldn't tell already, I normally don't wear makeup on a daily basis, but today was a special occasion-

"Its Back!" I cried to no one in particular as I whirrled around and pitifully threw the baby wipe at the small chipmunk that I saw through the reflection of the mirror. At the sound of my voice, it stuck its head out of the tipped over takeout box and scurried out through my opened window again.

I slowly stood back up from my current fetal position that I didn't realize I had done while the Chipmunk started to run away, and stared at the large window. The pale colored curtains slowly swayed in the fresh morning breeze as the sun humorously shined upon the white box of Chinese food.

What an interesting way to start my morning.

I padded over to the takeout box on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Strands of my brown hair that came loose from my messy bun tickled my cheeks while I picked up the box. Then I walked over to the window and threw it outside. I watched as it fell from my two story home and landed on the perfectly cut grass. The contents inside the box spilled over, that's when I saw the chipmunk again.

"There!" I called to it. "You can have it. Just leave me alone please."

"Did you just plead to a chipmunk, Miss Sally?"

I squealed in surprise as I hurriedly and clumsily turned around at the unexpected voice and slammed myself against the wall next to me to face the person. after a brief glance, I let my guard drop and sagged in relief. It was a familiar old man standing beside my large doubled doors that surved as an enterance to my room. He stood straight with his hands politely clapsed behind his back, waiting amused for a response.

"Charlie." I breathed out smiling and put a hand over my racing heart. "I told you to stop sneaking up on people like that. You'll give them a heart attack."

"I meant no harm, Miss." he replied honestly and calmly.

I know he didn't. For an active 70 year old butler who's deticated to come to me and my father's aid, Charlie has very quiet footsteps. As old as he is with graying slicked back hair and thick bushy eyebrows (So thick, I can't see his eyes... I think they're green) Charlie would make a great ninja. He is a very private man. That, or I just never bothered to ask about his personal life, but I don't doubt that he might secretly know some combat moves. Like another old butler I know...

"I should start calling you Alfred." I told him, smiling broadly. Charlie didn't change his calm demeanor at the comment, but his warm smile grew a little wider as he was already accustomed to these sort of things that come out of my mouth.

"Was that another pop culture reference I don't understand, Miss Sally?" he asked politely.

"Uh-huh." I nodded as I pried myself away from the wall and took long strides on my polished wooden floorboards and towards my walk in closet at the far end of my large room. My feet made contact with the lush sand colored carpet inside and I immediately began to look for something to wear.

"Miss Sally," Charlie called from where he was still standing as I continued to rummage through the rack. "I've come to address that the limo is ready for your escort."

"Charlie." I said remorsfully, dropping my hands to my side while poking my head through the door to look at the old man. "We've talked about this. I said I was going to walk to school."

I've been home schooled since the start of first grade. Gotta thank my father for the expensive education I received over the course of ten years, and for excluding me from kids my age. So I'm guessing that most teenagers don't normally arrive to school in a limousine. From what I've seen in those cliched teen movies, most walk or take the bus to school.

This is my first time going to a public school with other kids, I would like to make a normal first impression at least.

Charlie's old smile never faultered. "Now, Miss Sally, you know your father wouldn't approve of this. Heavens knows what he would do to me if you ever got hurt on my watch."

"It's not far."

"Neither is your father's blood pressure."

"Please, Charlie?" I whined. "My father is on his business trip anyway, he doesn't have to know."

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Over all, Charlie was a bit hesitant, but he agreed to keep this a secret from my father. I don't need to be chauffeured around any longer, I've been around town in the limousine long enough to know where I'm going.

I tightened the grip of my backpack straps and focused on the rhythmic sound of my flats clicking on the sidewalk rather than the butterflies in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm more nervous than excited or vice versa.

It's too late to turn back now anyways. I mean, I was the one who begged my father to let me attend a public school for once, I'd say it would be pretty selfish of me to all of a sudden decide not to go to school.

Besides, I've been reading up online how important it is for kids my age to socialize. My father would disagree. He told me that I don't know much about the world, especially teens; Not everyone is as nice as they seem.

That's understandable. My father doesn't want people to hurt me, but this is a good opportunity to take care of myself for once. I can't wait to talk to someone other than my father's relatives and Charlie.They're good company, but I need to see new people.

After about a minute of jubilantly speed walking down the sidewalk (Courtesy of my nerves), I hadn't realized that I've caught up to a boy who was, beforehand; walking way ahead of me. For some reason, seeing this boy walking infront me only incresed the wild butterflies in my stomach.

"He must be a schoolmate of mine." I thought excitedly to myself as I watched him walk along the sidewalk with his hands comfortably in his blue hoodie while his blonde waves bounced along his head with each step he took.

"Maybe if I go up to him and introduce meself, I'll make my first real friend!" I thought excitedly.

But I didn't get the chance to do that.

"Hey, Ray! Heads up!"

The boy infront of me, who I am assuming is Ray, turned around and looked at who spoke behind me. And almost immediately, Ray's blue eyes darted to me then back over my head before he sprinted towards me.

"Mighty! Wait!"

I squealed over the sudden realization of the situation and I ducked my head just in time for Ray to catch the flying object that nearly hit me. I slowly recovered and lifted my head to see Ray standing next to me with a dark phone in his hands. He sighed in relief over the convenient heroism and looked at the boy who was now jogging towards us.

"Mighty," he accused. "You almost hit her."

"My bad." Mighty caught up to us and looked down at me sheepishly. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. I couldn't exactly pinpoint what words I should use next to have these two stay and be my friend, I never thought I'd get this far in socializing. But I was more awestruck on their appearance rather than finally talking to someone.

I thought boys like these only existed in movies. They're so beautiful.

Oddly enough, their appearance matched, bright blue eyes with fair skin and all. Cute button noses, the two are roughly about the same height (5'8 Maybe?), and they both wore the same style of hoodies. So really, the only difference between the two was that Mighty had midnight black hair with a red hoodie, while Ray had a sunny blonde head with a blue hoodie.

I could've easily mistaken them for brothers.

Mighty turned to Ray and gave him a playful smack to his blonde head. "You left your phone at my house again, doofus." He said chuckling before facing me again. "Haven't seen you around, What's your name?"

This socializing thing is turning out better than I thought!

I beamed and proudly answered the question. "I'm Sally Acorn."

"I'm Michael and this is Raymond," He said hooking an arm around Ray's shoulders, which startled the boy into nearly dropping his phone. "But everyone just calls us Mighty and Ray."

"Are you two brothers?"

"No." they said in unison as they both tilted their heads innocently while looking at me. "Why?"

I blinked. "Just a crazy guess."

"Mighty," said Ray turning to his non genetic twin. "Honey just texted me. She's already waiting for us at school."

"Alright lets go." Mighty turned to me and gently ruffled my long brown hair. "See ya around, Acorn."

"It was nice meeting you, Sal!" Called out Ray, waving before they disappeared further down the street.

"Bye!" I cried, waving wildly as they disappeared from my view.

I'm pretty sure I looked ridiculous walking down the street bearing a goofy grin on my face while somewhat skipping and hopping in my steps as a parent dragged her crying child away from my view while a bystander was calling the cops demanding to arrest an odd looking teenage girl who was "terrorizing" their children with her too wide smile...

But I didn't care! I couldn't help but squeal and twirl in public.

I finally spoke to somebody other than Charlie and my Father. I was finally making friends!

"I'm finally making friends!" I shouted enthusiastically.

"Please..." whispered a man that was quivering infront of me with frantic eyes. "Just take my wallet. Don't hurt me!"

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My heart dropped to my stomach when I finally saw it. The large grey stone engraved with those beautiful words.

Welcome to Camelot High

Then I turned and saw the school.

The building was wide and two stories tall. But the way it looked struck me as odd, The school was made up of one large building in the very middle with two wide smaller buildings conjoined at each side, and each of the roofs slightly pointed up skyward like a spike. It almost resembled a castle.

The butterflies in my stomach threatened to escape when I saw everything else other than the tall intimidating building. There were so many people...

The whole school yard enterance was alive and buzzing with a lot of kids my age. There was a wide cement pathway that led to the school doors, and on either side was all grass and trees with stone benches scattered around the property. And to top it all off, a large stone water fountain was placed at the very front.

Overall. I was terrified and in awe.

I forced myself to stop wringing my hands at the hem of my blue dress and moved forward. I looked around nervously, nobody seemed to acknowledge me at all. I timidly looked down at my blue flats, It might be a bit difficult to make friends then...

I wasn't looking where I was going. When suddenly, my whole left side came in contact with another body. I cried out in shock when the hard force made me stumble backwards, my legs were not able to break my fall as they hit the wall of the water fountain. The back of my knees buckled against the cold stone, my arms flailed around trying to regain balance as I went down screaming, and then-

Splash!

The fresh cold water came rushing at me as it engulfed me whole. In that split second, I quickly sat up from drowning in the two foot fountain and began coughing and sputtering out water. I was completely soaked.

If no one noticed me seconds earlier then they did now.

Now I got all the attention I desperately asked for when the whole school yard erupted with laughter. The heat immediately rose to my cheeks and I didn't dare lift my head up to face everyone's amusement as I am sure that phones were pulled out and focused their media on me.

I rubbed water out of my eyes and looked down in horror when I saw the smeared mascara on my hands. This has got to be the most embarrassing moment in my life. My vision blurred with forming tears, when a hand entered my line of sight.

"You're okay." It was a boy. "Give me your hand."

I automatically grabbed it, and he easily helped me climb out of the fountain. My brand new flats squelched on the floor and my now dark blue dress dripped an endless amount of water that formed a growing puddle on the floor. I finally had the courage to look up.

A boy and two small adorable girls stood infront of me, all three had the same concerning look on their faces. Suddenly, the girl closest to the boy changed her cute demeanor to an angry one when she looked past the boy, likely facing the ones that pushed me in the fountain.

"Real mature, Fiona." She said irritably. I looked over to my alleged attacker. I saw two girls, both fair skinned but the taller one had long straight red hair with a yellow bow and a matching cropped shirt. The other girl had long purple curls with a black headband and a small purple dress. Both had the ghost of a smile on their pretty faces.

"What?" said Fiona, feigning innocence as her blue eyes trailed down on me. "She was in my way."

I stared at her, mouth agape. "Oh my god..." I thought in disbelief. "Girls like her actually exist..."

The small girl next to me fumed. She balled her hands into fists and took a step forward.

"Lets see how you like it when you stand in my way again-"

"Amy- Ames! Stop." The boy, Immediately hooked an arm around her waist and held her back from charging at Fiona. Though he sounded firm, I can tell his green eyes held amusement watching Amy's fire ready to burst from that petite form of hers.

Frankly, I'd like to see it too.

"Sonic's right, Amy." Said the other small girl behind her in the sweetest voice I've ever heard. "You don't wanna get in trouble again."

"You guys are wasting my time." Fiona drawled before turning to her friend. "Lets go, Mina." And with the most dramatic hair toss I've ever seen, the two girls turned and walked away.

"Don't take that too personally," Said Sonic running a hand through his fluffy blue hair. "Fiona picks on everyone." His green eyes shined as he turned to me. "Whats your name?"

The three beautiful strangers all looked at me smiling warmly. Their pretty eyes made me timidly wring my hands on my wet dress.

"I'm Sally."

"My real name is Ryan." He said showing off a handsome smile. "But everyone calls me Sonic."

"I'm Amy Rose." She said sounding bubbly, almost as if the prior events never happened. It fits her appearance, Amy had short pink hair, sparkling green eyes, and wore a short white dress that reached above her knee. This amazed me, I've never met anyone who was adorable in appearance but tough on the inside.

"I'm Cream." Said the other girl in her high and soft voice. She was just as cute as Amy. Cream's eyes were chocolate brown, her caramel brown hair was pulled back in half up pig tails, and she wore a cute pale dress that went above the knee too. "And this is..." Cream looked around looking for something. "Cheese!" She called into the distance. "Come here boy!"

I trailed my eyes up to the source and almost reeled back in surprise as I witnessed a large dog jump out from behind some trees and run over to Cream. Tail wagging and all. The large dog (I think a yellow labrador) got on its hind legs and heavily leaned on Cream in a hug, licking her giggly face. The dog was taller than Cream on it's hind legs. It was an intimidating sight. I've never been this close to a dog before.

"Oh don't worry." Cream said seeing my hesitation when the dog began to sniff me. "Cheese won't hurt you."

Cheese began to lick the water from my soaked legs. I couldn't help but giggle. It tickled.

"I guess we better find you some dry clothes, huh?" Said Sonic, reminding us of my situation. "Lets head on inside."