Author Notes: First off there is Japanese sentences and phrases in this story. When this happens the English translation will be written out next to it in brackets like this: Sugoi! [Wow!].
Also any words that are in italics except for the opening paragraphs, are thoughts of the characters. And any underlined word is supposed to be said in English, since you are supposed to imagine them speaking Japanese natively not English. I tried my best to make all Japanese phrases correct, since I'm a Japanese language student, if there are errors I'm very sorry.
So, enough said on with the fiction!
Chapter One
I'm Circlet the Hedgehog! Well, officially, my name is Dream Circlet the Hedgehog, but everyone calls me Circlet or DC. I'm the daughter of the world famous Sonic the Hedgehog! My mother is Amy Rose the Hedgehog, who was my dad's biggest fan before they were married. Today's my birthday and I turn 14 years old. All of my mom and dad's friends are coming over which in turn means all of their children will be coming as well. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. Of course, I have to make it through school first.
Circlet lazily watched the human teacher from her seat in the back of the classroom as she tried to explain some complex algebraic equation that has no use beyond the context of a math book. The room was completely dark except for the piercing light of the overhead projector where the teacher wrote down incoherent number and letter combinations in blue ink. Maybe if she faked she was taking notes the teacher wouldn't notice her and call on her to solve the problem that she scratched onto the processed plastic sheet. Circlet kept her gaze focused on the back of the seat in front of her, resisting the urge to rest her head upon her hand which would attract the teacher.
Without looking up Mrs. Hart singled out her victim calmly calling out the condemned's name, "Miss Circlet would you like to answer?"
Circlet nearly jumped out of her seat, but managed to remain partially calm. Being super fast has its disadvantages, being high-strung is one of the more dangerous side effects. She reluctantly glanced down at her half scrawled notes before glancing up at the projected image. How was she supposed to know the answer?
"Can you take a rain check?" Circlet answered, catching glimpses of her amused classmates in her peripheral vision.
"Didn't study again did we?" Mrs. Hart asked rhetorically, savoring the slight chuckles in her defense from the other half of the class that understood mathematics. "Would anyone like to answer the problem for her?"
Circlet slumped back in her chair and scanned the classroom waiting to see who would raise their hand. After a long moment restless movement from the rest of the class, squirming in their seats only one person raised their trembling hand.
Mrs. Hart sighed, exasperated, "Yes, Martin?"
Martin had to struggle not to catch the gaze of Circlet, two seats behind one row across from him, as he stuttered out the answer, "X equals 24."
"Very good," she said writing the answer down.
"Great," Circlet muttered, twirling her pencil with her right hand as she rested her head on her left.
Luckily, pre-algebra was Circlet's last class of the day, but it was one of the three classes she had with Dusk the Hedgehog, if you could call him a hedgehog. Dusk was the eldest child of one of her father's former enemies, Shadow the Hedgehog. He has a striking resemblance to his father and doesn't look much different than your ordinary hedgehog except for his pair of miniature pair of bat-like wings, the only visible evidence of his mother Rouge the Bat. Dusk always kept to himself and didn't interact except when necessary, the only exceptions to this rule is when he's with his parents or his sister Crimson, who's younger than him by a year.
Circlet looked across the room to the wall clock hung directly over the side wall chalkboard; there was still six more minutes of agony left. As she tried to pull herself back to the lesson being taught, her eyes stopped on Dusk. He was sitting perfectly still not taking note of a single formula in his opened notebook.
Weird, she thought turning back to Mrs. Hart who was just now assigning the homework to be due next week. Circlet barely had time to scribble down the page and problem numbers before she smacked the overhead off. In the middle of writing she glanced over to Dusk who still made no effort to write anything down. She finished jotting down the problem numbers just as the dismissal bell rang, which almost caused her to jump again.
Mrs. Hart said some sort of farewell that Circlet couldn't hear over the chorus of chair scrapings and hammering footsteps as she turned the light on blinding Circlet as she reached for her tote bag. She quickly thrust the bag upon her back and raced out of the room, paying no heed to Mrs. Hart's summons.
Once in the safety of the hallway, Circlet slowed down to a normal walking pace as she quickly zipped between the swarm of students, mostly human, rushing to get out of the cursed building. Circlet made it to her locker in record time and just as she finished unlocking the heavy black combination lock Maki ran up and pulled back the locker door so she could see Circlet.
"You won't believe what happened last period in economics," she started.
Circlet only glanced to her direction before continuing her search for her heavy Japanese textbook that she just used two periods ago, now lost in the disorderly mess of her locker.
Maki didn't wait for an answer before continuing in a more hushed manner, "Shigeru-san got a referral for not doing his homework. Can you imagine that? It's not like it's very hard."
Finally spotting the binding of her book, Circlet fishes it out and tosses it into her tote bag along with her Pre-Algebra book. She returns the now heavier bag to her back and slamming her locker shut nearly faster than one could detect before finally answering laughing slightly, "You're the only one who finds Economics easy, Maki. The rest of us just make it up."
Maki paused for a moment to think about this as Circlet started down the hall; too impatient to stand around and wait. Maki easily caught up, making up her mind, "I guess you are right," she says giggling.
The rest of the journey through the swamped hallways Maki chattered about all of the gossip and news she heard about. There was only one thing Maki loved better than gossiping and that was fashionable clothing. She always wore the most outrageous clothing that didn't even match! A red shirt, with a bright orange jacket, a black and white striped mini-skirt, and purple translucent tights was her ideal attire.
Circlet didn't mind Maki's gossiping, since it reminded her of the descriptions she heard of her mother when she was younger; only minus the bizarre clothing. The only fault Circlet could find with Maki, besides her overly gossipy nature, is that like all humans Circlet has to crane up to look at her face and Maki's tall platform boots didn't help any.
By the time they stepped outside and started down the oversized concrete steps, Maki had finished filling in Circlet and had to rush off to the bus stop at the corner in order to take it to her parents' apartment building. She casually shouted, "Bye!" Circlet barely got to say, "Ja ne! [See ya!]" before Maki hopped aboard the mostly white public bus which sped off soon after.
Now alone, Circlet casually strolled away from the immense white concrete building not quite joining the remaining erratically dispersing students. It was a typical late spring afternoon in Station Square, there was a few clouds scattered about the sea of faded blues but not enough to conceal the sun and its warmth. She continued walking around the side of the building not trying to think of the horrors to befall her once she arrived home and everyone else has arrived. Circlet would have kept on walking to the end of the street before making her hasty departure if she didn't happen to hear her name. She looked back to identify who was calling for her, never stopping her forward motion.
"Hey, Circlet, were you going to just keep walking without stopping to say 'hi'?" asked a pale grey bat walking towards her.
"Actually, I wasn't paying attention otherwise I would have," Circlet replied, only half telling the truth so not to upset Crimson.
Crimson was a year younger than Circlet but had a strange way of appearing older than her. Also Crimson liked to dress more like the humans, wearing much more clothing than Circlet's zip-up vest with side buckle accents, and today was no exception. She was wearing a pure white tank, shiny vinyl black shorts, and white calf-high boots.
"Today's your birthday, right?" Crimson asked, falling in step with her.
"Yeah," Circlet replied, just now noticing the dark grey form behind her, "Hi, Dusk."
She didn't expect an answer from him and was taken aback when he answered her with a simple, "Hello."
Circlet would have kept on walking if Crimson didn't grab her arm, nearly tripping her in the process, "There she is," Crimson hissed.
"There's who?" Circlet said, not understanding what is going on.
"Not too loud," she scolded before explaining, "She's the one from the floating island."
Circlet looked to who she is pointing at, trying to remember where she heard that before. Nothing really seemed all that odd about the dark magenta echidna to Circlet besides wearing mostly black.
"So, what about her?" Circlet pressed.
Crimson turned to her whispering, "She's Seraphim, and acts really weird. Like today she nearly beat up two guys in the hallway just because they were making lewd comments to every female in sight. There are other things too, you know."
Circlet didn't find a bit of this interesting, except for the floating island. Didn't her father say that the only remaining echidna's live there? Of course, Seraphim had to be the daughter of Knuckles the Echidna.
Seraphim was sitting on the edge of a large concrete enclosed flower bed outside the side exit to the school, seeming to be watching the sky. She had on a black and red vest unzipped, purple fishnet arm warmers, red, purple and black sneakers, and a pair of small translucent purple sunglasses that were oval shaped.
"I have to go now, guys, looks like I'll be seeing you later today for my party so I'll see you then," Circlet said as fast as possible, remembering that her father wanted to see her after school.
Before Crimson could say a word Circlet raced off down the street leaving her and Dusk behind.
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