Disclaimer: I do not own any of the official Sonic characters, all OC's either belong to me or Echidnagirl!
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The bell rang, and they walked into the choir room, where Cam had fled to after her outburst. The choir teacher started playing an instrumental, and Cam was up on the show choir risers with her back to the door. She started singing.
If I could give you the world
On a silver platter,
Would it even matter?
You'd still be mad at me.
If I could find in all this
A dozen roses
Which I would give to you
You'd still be miserable!
'cuz in reality
I'm gon be who I be.
And I don't feel no faults.
For the lies that you brought.
You can try as you may,
To break me down when I say
That it ain't up to you
Gonna do what you do
Hate on me, Hater.
Now or later.
'Cuz I'm gonna do me.
You'll be made baby.
Go 'head and hate on me, Hater.
Now or later.
I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Ooh, If I gave you peaches
Out of my own garden
And I made you a peach pie
Would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds
Out of my own woumb
Would you feel the love?
Or ask why not the moon?
If I gave you sanity
For the whole of humanity
Handed all the solutions
For the pain and pollution
No matter where I live,
Despite the things I give,
You'll always be this way.
So go 'head and
*Hate on me, Hater.
Now or later.
'Cuz I'm gonna do me.
You'll be made, baby.
Go 'head and hate on me, Hater.
Now or later.
I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for
You can hate on me.
*Repeat
**You cannot hate on me
'Cuz my mind is free
Feel my destiny
So it shall be
**Repeat
*Repeat
She had a beautiful voice.
The teacher, a blonde female bat, clapped for a moment.
"That was wonderful, Cameron. Remember, you're always welcome to rehearse here. Now class, go ahead and take your seats on the regular choir risors, the grey ones in an arc. It's about time for announcements."
As the class moved to sit down, a ring came over the speakers embedded into the ceiling. The principal, whom they knew as Eggman's almost identical brother Dr. Omletteman, came over the speaker.
"Welcome to the second day of school, everyone! Sport and club activities will post try-out and sign up lists tomorrow after school. Also, prefect armbands are in and are to be distributed after announcements. All new students who are in need of help should feel free to ask any of the prefects what you need to know. These bands will let you know they are. You will respect them, and they will return the favor. I specially picked them from each grade myself. That will be all, have a nice day everyone!"
As the announcement ended, Ms. Batson came out of her office, holding two armbands.
"Bet it's those people Peter and Hannah." Amy muttered to Rouge, who was sitting beside her. Rouge nodded in response.
Similar mutters were going through the rest of the sonic team. And as if approving this, Peter and Hannah both stood up to accept their positions.
"Congradulations-" She was cut off by Hannah, who snatched the band before the blonde teacher could finish her sentence.
"Thank you, thank you. You heard the man. You have to respect us now, and do whatever we say. So now, as a prefect, ... Huh?" She was cut off by Ms. Batson, who had snatched the cloth back from Hannah.
"I expect you to respect me as well. Now sit back down, young lady."
Hannah let out a huff, but sat back down, and Peter followed suit.
"Now, as I was saying, congratulations, Kevin and Cameron. You're the prefects for your graduating class."
"What!?" Hannah went on a hissy fit. "That's so unfair, though! What have THEY contributed to this school?! My parents are large benefactors to this school! I've been a prefect all the way through junior high! I'm the one with the most experience! Cameron is nothing but a little orphaned math and science geek with a sob story, who only has one friend in the entire school! She's a robot! I haven't once heard her laugh, or seen her give an actual smile to anyone! She's never had a boyfriend, either! No one's going to do what she says!"
"That's enough!" Ms. Batson yelled, suddenly becoming serious, which was a rare thing. "While the rest of you were out with your families during summer vacation, or were just signing up for classes here, Cameron and Kevin were moved in and helping teachers, learning all the ins and outs of each building, and all they needed to know regarding rules for the school year. They have already learned what they need to be prefects. Now, apologize to them."
Hannah glared at the teacher. "Make me"
Ms. Batson was getting frustrated. "Apologize now, young lady, or you're getting a detention and I will contact your parents."
Hannah gave her a... Was that a pitying look? "Oh, you want to be fired that badly? Well, so be it..."
"That is IT, Hannah! I expect you to be at detention after school today for 30 minutes. One more rude word out of your mouth, and it will be longer! I will not tolerate this from you like your other teachers. During detention you will write a letter of apology to Cameron." Mrs. Batson lectured.
Hannah's mouth hung open as she sat down, immediately being comforted by her faithful friends.
Cameron and Kevin got up and retrieved their armbands, which were white and decorated by the school insignia. They hurried back to their spots, troubled by the akward silence that filled the room.
Ms. Batson sighed. "Alright. Now for MY announcements. As you know, this is choir class, and it is required, like band. But, I believe singing is not for everyone. There are a large number of very talented students at this school, and the principal has agreed to one of my suggestions. Yours and one other class are going to be part of a wonderful program we're re-starting this year. The idea hasn't been put into use for a number of years now. But I believe using this method will make our group one of the best. You're all going to be a part of the Emerald High School's Voices of Value!" She threw her hands up announcing the name, expecting a positive reaction.
She got none. Only murmurs of disapproval. Until Peter chose to raise his voice.
"So all of us have to sing and dance?"
She shook her head in response. "No. Students who have the ability to sing and dance will, those who don't will be given a series of options. They could be a member of the stage crew, or the combo, which you may know better as band. There's also advertisers, people in charge of funds, and people to manage costumes. Not to mention we could probably give other jobs when the need arises. "
She checked the clock, and seeing that she only had 5 minutes left in class, decided to conclude her lecture. She went over to her desk, grabbing a stack of papers, handing them to the students at the ends to be passed around. "This is your try-out music. We'll work on it in class over the next few days, but try to learn it. Girls will get "Feels like today", and boys will get "Bob that Head by Rascal Flatts." Practice hard, and ask Cameron or Kevin if you can't reach me for questions."
The bell rang, and they moved to math.