Author's Note:
Now I will explain something as clear as possible. This was written off of imagination with no real goal of use when I was just eleven years old. I was bored and had decided to write a story of what went on in my imagination. It is the first story that I have ever written and now today, at 14 years old and much improved, I decided to post it to show how much I've improved on my writing skills and to also not let an old memory and accomplishment die out of me.
The grammar, spelling, and overall writing format are exactly as they were when I had first written it. It is somewhat hard to read and will give grammar and spelling Nazi's a heart attack, I am sure of that.
Once again, this is exactly as it was when I had first written it. No spelling or grammar checks were done in the three years after I finished what I was willing to write before getting bored. So everything is exactly as I left it when I finished the last chapter I was willing to write before growing bored.
I am not going to rewrite it any time soon nor am I going to expand it- unless I regain my interest in Sonic. Then maybe.
Well that is all I have to say for now. Please enjoy this mess of words I created when I was eleven.
