(As a big fan of sonic the hedgehog i feel like i need to write something very serious that we're still not too comfortable talking about, putting sonic characters in a college setting. these characters will deal with every day problems like real people, because they are real to me. oh so very real. special thanks to rebecca for helping me edit this, i know my other story is a mess but i'll get around to fixing it up sooner or later. to any one who reads this, thank you, i'm dong my best and i hope u like it)
Rouge had a secret that she didn't want any one to know. She'd hid it for so long it felt compulsory to keep hiding it, because she was afraid that if she revealed her terrible secret, she'd be laughed out of cheer leading. So she buckled it down and pretended that it didn't exist though it was hard to ignore the secret every morning she got up to take a bath.
Rouge hid something that wasn't seen in plain view. She hid it so well that no one would guess, because she was a master at appearing different than her appearance belied. Not even her professor, the chaotic Dr. Eggman knew about it. And she wanted to keep it that way. No one would understand her suffering if they knew. No one would understand her pain, and she wanted to keep it that way.
She sighed, her thoughts geled together like a thousand spider strands draped in marmalade. How was she going to keep pulling this off? She even managed to fool those in Book Club Rogue and that was no easy feet. She sighed again, adjusting her top and walking the path down hill to her first classes. First period was Chaotic Crystal Combo Classes. She loved this class but if she had to face up to the dirty leaked pics she couldnt bare it.
Once upon awhile ago Rouge was dating Knuckles. She adored Knuckles and he knew her secret and was totally ok with it. But when she decided she didn't want a bf Knuckles took the personal pictures she took for him and threatened to spread them around school. She didn't think he had the nuts to do it but then she reveived a personal email from him with the pictures attached.
He was going to send it to every student, every teacher in school, and she couldn't do anything about it. She had dug her own grave by dropping Knuckles and he thought she was a skank now, tearing up his heart and sharting on it in the dirt.
You see, Rouge wasn't as she appeared. Her name wasn't even Rouge. It was Charlie, and she was transgender.