life as a recolor

by DROP THERAPY

13-year-old tornado the hedgehog is a recolor.He is always treated like dirt, so he decides to escape school. he then meets someone to help him... Rated T for mild language and later chapters.DISCLAIMER : i do not own any of the characters. if i did, things would be different, obviously.

1. Chapter 1

LIFE AS A RECOLOR PT.1 : "a life not worth living"

My name is tornado the hedgehog, and i'm a recolor. It's harder than you think being a recolor.
I live in a world where even other recolors hate me. Us recolors still go to school, but no matter what, you ALWAYS end up in a special class if you're a recolor.
Every day at school I go to the same room. The "special ed for recolors" room. I sit down, expecting to learn something I didn't know. But every day is just reviews, with very little Learning. Welcome to my world.

On this particular day, our teacher, Mrs. ally, is teaching us about the life cycle of butterflies. Something I learned,or listened to, about a month ago.
"...and then the butterflies leave their cocoons to pollinate flowers." said Mrs. Ally.
I raised my hand.
"Yes tornado?" asked Mrs. Ally "I need to use the bathroom." I said.
"Okay. Take a hall pass and remember to flush the toilet."
I left the classroom.
"How long until school is over?" I asked myself.
I looked at my watch. "3 hours." As I went to the bathroom, I bumped into someone. It was Amy Rose.
"Hey,watch it!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry" I said.
"You recolors are all the same." she said as she went back to her class.
After using the bathroom, I walked back to class.
"Did you flush the toilet?" Mrs. Ally asked.
"Yes." I said.
What felt like an hour had passed. I was pretty ticked when I looked down at my watch only to find out that it had been just over 20 minutes.
Great. I needed to use the bathroom again. I decided that this time I will try to escape school too.
I raised my hand.
"Yes?" Mrs. Ally asked.
"I need to use the bathroom again." I said.
"Again?" repeated Mrs. Ally. "You went to the bathroom 20 minutes ago. Fine."
As I left the room, I bumped into someone again. He looked different than the other people I have seen before. He was wearing a green hoodie and had a round head with two big black ovals for eyes.
No ears. No nose. No mouth.
"sorry." I said.
"It's fine." he said. I'm too busy trying to escape anyway."
"You are? me too!" I said.
"Maybe we can help each other escape school." he said.
"Yeah,let's do that." I said. "But first, I really have to use the bathroom."
"Okay." he said. "By the way, my name is phil."

END OF PT. 1.