A small rabbit, Cream, was hanging out around the playground. A blur of blue sped by. "Sonic?"

He screeched to a stop. "Yes?"

"Can we talk?"

Sonic frowned. "Sorry, but I wish I could...my folks don't want me to talk to you." And with that, he sped off. Cream sat down in a swing and cried. What had she done to be neglected. Sonic was dying to talk to her. Though his restriction that held him back. Cream felt like his parents had something against her. How could she have done anything wrong? What could a six year old have done to a fifteen year old hedgehog, who was a hero, that his parents would say that he couldn't talk to her?

She wanted to mention it, yet she was scared about getting in trouble for taking a stand. Cream hopped off the swing, and ran home.