I OWN NOTHING! Hey! Alyssacookie here! If you read my other Sonic High School story (deleted a long time ago) and liked it, I think you'll like this one even more! I deleted my last one because there must have been, like 20 things I wanted to change about it. So, for this one, I took suggestions and comments from my last one and applied them. Everyone is the same age. Tails is in this one! Some of the ideas from the last one I wrote are alike...but this one is wayyyyyy better. Hope you like it! R&R!
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-Tails' POV-
Who knew that your whole life, the only one you knew, could be changed with one phrase? Receiving anything you want can only last so long. We need it, I guess. We're all a little too pampered sometimes. The 'we' I'm referring to are my GUN squad. GUN is a secret agency that goes after high-threat anomalies. Otherwise known as abnormal villains, in any shape or form. Special Ops sector 9 is the sector I participate in. Special Ops is a super-secret sector with ten groups of those who possess special abilities.
Six members make up my sector. Sonic, a blue hedgehog, is my best friend. He can be a little cocky and tends to be a little fast in his reasoning. But he's okay. Knuckles is our tough guy. The red echidna has a fiery temper, but he has a good heart. Of course, he'd probably punch me for saying something like that. It's true. Then, there's me. I'm Tails, the smart one. I'm a orange kitsune, or fox depending on who you ask. Next is Shadow. He's an excellent fighter, but he doesn't say much. On the surface he doesn't seem to like us very much. Honestly, the black hedgehog isn't so bad. Silver, another hedgehog, isn't quite as smart as me. Not to brag, but no one is. Even though he's not abnormally smart, he's very thoughtful and dedicated. Finally, there's Jet. A green swallow who was the last one to join our team. A bit of a prankster who can seem a little selfish at times.
That's us. We're the strangest family I've ever heard of, but we manage. Our lives changed after we came back from a relatively routine mission defeating a monotonous villain named Eggman. We reported to the General of GUN with our report and status. After congratulating us on yet another victory, he pulled out some papers. Knuckles looked at them with interest. "What are those for?" He growled in annoyance. The echidna considered beefing boring.
The General gave him a sharp glare. "They're transfer papers."
A knot of suspicion coiled in my stomach but I tried to ignore it. "For who?" Sonic asked, his natural curiosity getting the best of him.
"You."
"Us?" Jet asked in shock. "Why? To where?"
"I've talked it over with the board, and we've decided to relocate your squad to a more average lifestyle. You are wasting time being idle while waiting for an attack worthy of your team's abilities. Since the extra time is available, you will benefit from it by attending public high school."
A mixed reaction took over each of us. Knuckles growled, not being one to accept change very well. Shadow finally turned his attention to the General, looking him in the eyes. Silver looked down as he mulled over the idea. Jet froze in complete horror. Even I wasn't particularly in favor of the idea. Sonic smiled. "It wouldn't hurt to try it." We all offered the optimistic hedgehog our most vicious glare as the General ordered us to go begin packing.
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To be closer to the school, we were moved to a large house, or rather, mansion.
The bottom floor is my lab. There was no way I would go anywhere without a work area, and my request was granted. White walls and stainless steel decor was reasonable. All of my previous inventions were also taken with me. The second floor is the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The living room has a flat screen television that has our video game system is hooked up to it. There's also two couches, a single-seating recliner, and some tables. The dining room is just a table with some chairs around it. The kitchen is fully-stocked with anything we would need to make food. Upstairs are our rooms. We each share rooms with one another. I'm with Sonic, Shadow's rooming with Knuckles, and Silver with Jet. My half of a room is orange, Sonic's is blue, Shadow's is black, Knuckles' is red, Silver's is silver, and Jet's is green.
On the first day of school, I was the first to wake up. I immediately pulled on my socks, shoes, and gloves. Then I walked over to Sonic's bed and shook him awake. Once I made sure he wouldn't go back to sleep after I left, I went downstairs. In the kitchen I grabbed a granola bar and headed to my lab to eat. There was no way I was staying upstairs. Mornings with these guys are never easy.
-Sonic's POV-
If there's one thing that I absolutely love about myself, it's my super speed. I was ready to get going in a minute. Bored, I realized that no one else besides Tails and myself were awake. I decided Knuckles could use an extremely effective wake-up call. He was too grumpy in the morning anyway. I smiled gleefully and shot downstairs to Tails' lab.
"Hey Tails...where's that tennis ball pitcher thing?" I asked when I found him at the lab table, chewing on a granola bar. Tails gagged a little and some crumbs came out of his mouth.
"The what? He choked out, giving me a suspicious look.
"Do you still have the tennis ball pitcher?"
"Why?" the Kitsune asked skeptically.
"Well, buddy, that's a good question. And a good question like that deserves a good answer..." I stalled. Tails cut in.
"An answer that you haven't thought of yet." The kitsune lowered his eyes, seeming exasperated. "Ah, just take it. If you want to get beat up it's your funeral." I smiled.
"Thanks. I knew you'd understand." I praised as I grabbed the cannon-like mechanism on what looked like a camera stand and raced back upstairs. "And I'm not going to die!" I vowed as I left. I could of sworn I heard Tails muttering something.
-3rd Person POV-
"Get out of my lab, you reckless tornado." The kitsune muttered to his friend's disappearing form.
-Sonic's POV-
I position the shooter at the end of Knuckles' bed. Changing the dial to "30 mph" seemed reasonable enough not to seriously hurt him. After all, he does have a hard head. After setting the timer to go off in ten seconds, I sauntered over to the echidna's head.
"KNUCKLES! EGGMAN HAS THE MASTER EMERALD!" I yelled. He popped straight up.
"Wha-" He stopped mid sentence as he spied the shooter. By now, I had already gone behind it to watch the countdown. Knuckles growled. "Why you little-"
Wham!
The first ball slammed into his muzzle and knocked him back. Knuckles instinctively covered his injured face with his hands. Two more balls shot out and smacked into his forehead and stomach. Then the machine paused. A seriously enraged Knuckles glared at me as he uncovered his muzzle. He roared, "SONIC, I AM GOING TO %*&ING KILL YOU!" And lauched himself out of bed. He crashed into me before I had a chance to dodge. We both flinched as the machine launched again. It had been turned when Knuckles dove at me, so now it shot towards Shadow. We both froze. Knuckles may not be a morning person, but Shadow might literally try to kill us.
We waited for the inevitable thunk, but it never came.
-Silver's POV-
A blue aura surrounded the offending tennis ball. I sighed from my position in the doorway. "You two are so lucky that I heard Knuckles yelling, you know that?" When I heard Knuckles yelling, I could guess that a fight would start soon in his room. It would only be a matter of time before something woke Shadow up. "Knuckles, you really should control your temper." I scolded.
"But he started it!" Knuckles yelped, pointed an accusing finger at Sonic. The hedgehog chuckled.
"It was just a joke."
"A joke? You call shooting tennis balls out of a cannon at my face first thing in the morning a joke?" Knuckles roared, flinging himself at the offending hedgehog once again. I froze them both. My ears twitched at the sound of someone making their way down the hall. When a loud scraping sound accompanied it, I realized who was coming.
"Oh, hey Jet."
-Jet's POV-
Standing next to Silver standing in the doorway, I surveyed the scene. "I have no idea how you two get in fights so early in the morning." I cackled as a began to laugh loudly. I shifted my extreme board from its place under my arm where it had been dragging on the floor. With a free hand to clutch my stomach, I began to chortle even louder.
Silver muttered, "Shhhh, Jet. Do you really want to wake Shadow up?"
Shutting my beak immediately, I turned to find Shadow's quills protruding from underneath his blanket. The covering had been pulled over his ears. "Oh." I muttered quietly. "Let's just go eat breakfast. I'm not waking him up." Silver nodded as Knuckles got his clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
"Good idea." Silver agreed as he let the ball drop. I cleared my throat loudly while giving the Silver hedgehog a meaningful look.
"What?" He asked, a little startled.
"Aren't you going to get changed first?" I asked, gesturing to his pajamas. He sighed.
"No, I'm going in my boxers. What do you think?" He shot back, annoyed. I shrugged while smirking. "Shut up, Jet."
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After we all finished breakfast, I stood up and grabbed my backpack off my chair. "You chumps can take the bus, but I'm riding to school. I just fixed up my extreme board." Sonic rolled his eyes. "Don't be jealous that you got yours taken away, Sonic. Next time, don't crash into a GUN supply warehouse. His ears flattened in annoyance as he changed the subject.
"Hey, where's Shadow. Why didn't anyone wake him up?"
"Because we're not stupid..." Knuckles muttered.
"Didn't you already come close enough this morning to getting in trouble with him?" Silver asked, levitating his bowl to prove a point. Sonic huffed and sank back into his seat. A couple seconds later, he brightened.
"At least he still has the alarm clock I gave him..."
-Shadow's POV-
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! GET UP YOU MORON! BEEP! BEEP!" I pulled the covers over my head even more and growled. This answered my question of why Sonic gave me a present like that out of the blue. With a roar, I threw the quilt from over my head.
"Stupid clock..." I muttered on jerked the cord, unplugging it. It continued to beep. I turned the clock over, looking for a battery case. There wasn't one. Now more than a little creeped out, I chucked the contraption out the window.
There came a cry of some yelling, "You &# %ing idiot! That hit me on the head!" I smirked. No one talks to me like that and lives to tell about it. Searching through my sock drawer, I found what I was looking for. A small pistol lay at the bottom. I loaded it and fired a couple shots out the window.
A chorus of stunned gasps came to my ears, along with a loud inquiry of "Is he dead?" Then, to my disappointment, the voice returned.
"Missed me!"
Quick as lightning, a grab a grenade from off my dresser. After pulling the top off with my teeth, I chuck it out of the window.
Boom!
I swiveled my ears and smiled. No sound this time. Ha-ha. Got you. I pulled on my clothes and headed downstairs with a smile. As soon as the others saw me, the asked the same question as one. "How many died?" Hmph. They know me too well.
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So...did you like it? Whether you did or not, please review! I'd like to know what you think! Now, for the girl's morning!