This story came to me not too long ago. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I only own OCs. I do not own the Sonic characters, they belong to SEGA.
Sonic's POV
"Sonic… wake up! It's time for school young man." Man I hate it when she calls me that. She shook my shoulder a little. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.
"Do I have to go?"
"Sonic, it's the last day of school."
"Exactly."
"Come on Sweetie, you can make it."
She pulled the covers off. She seemed a little more stressed than she usually is for a doctor. She might have been called to deliver a baby or something. If there's anything I really know, it's when I'm the reason the old lady wants to rip out her powder blue quills. Mom once had her quills so long, I could've climbed up her quills as a baby. She keeps them cut so she can manage them more. I only got up because I knew if I didn't I'd be seriously punished. School hasn't done me much good. The old man might be gone, but his touch is still here.
When I came down for breakfast I noticed that mom was gone and I'd eat breakfast alone, as usual. I was used to it though. I heard movement upstairs. My older brother Shadow and his guest must be up. I say guest because she's someone I hadn't seen before. I heard the usual sounds from his room when I got home. He was lucky the old lady wasn't here. Thank goodness I got those sound resistant headphones three years ago.
I was out of the house speeding through the neighborhood when I finished at the table. I was at my fastest, but I was able to recognize a moving van in the blurs. Whoever is moving in, I hope I won't have to hurt any child in the family.
So I continued on to school. Made it into the classroom before the bell rang. I sighed in relief. Some kids stared at me. I looked up at the ceiling. I was not a new kid. I've known most of these kids since kindergarten. You'd think they'd be used to me coming in suddenly. The teacher didn't notice my sudden appearance and continued on arranging the chairs in a circle. We piled our desks yesterday and cleaned up the best that we could. I chose a seat and as usual people tried to stay away from me as possible. I was used to it. There was nothing new here.
Our teacher, Ms. Dale, was walking around inside the circle and speaking to us. Something about how much she was going to miss us and prepare to make a good impression on our next teacher. You know what I mean. Once or twice when she wasn't looking Blake would shoot spitballs at me and when I look at him he'd pull off the innocence look. That dog never gets tired of picking on the friendless kid. He loves the fact that he can torment me all he wants and I can't do anything about it. The last time I punched him I was nearly expelled. Mom keeps me from laying a hand on him. Mom really wanted me to attend this school because it was one of the best in the city.
It's like this. You see, he transferred into the school about four years ago. He was the shyest kid anyone had ever seen. But eventually he became Mr. Popular and everyone wanted to be his friend. He was a nice guy back then. He's still nice… to everyone but me. Usually kids just stay away. But Blake has made it a mission to make me miserable. Sometime in the spring he was going to have a pool party. When he invited me I politely said no. This was when I pushed people away. He couldn't take being rejected. He tried again and again to invite me. I said no each time. He gave up after sometime and I think he cracked. Since then he's made my life just a bit harder than it was before.
It was because of my so called old man that I didn't accept his offer. What he put me through made me afraid of making a friend. I didn't want to drag someone else into my despair and misery. I've been labeled as a loner and not the cool kind either, as soon as that kid was bent on ruining my life. Bad enough that my dad took away my childhood, but now I've got someone on my case everyday at school.
My experiences have left me well, traumatized. I'm no troublemaker. I was just always forgotten, invisible because I pushed people away and now they see no value in me and a waste of time. Maybe if Blake didn't go crazy kids might give me a chance. I was really only noticed by my teachers. They seem to get me to believe that I'll be somebody. I come out in the top ten scholar's list for four years. I just think that the work would put me in a spot where I just need to focus on that particular subject and not allow my mind to wonder because it's bliss to not have to think about my past or feel like I still haven't overcome it.
Besides, I didn't have anything better to do.
