You know, you would think that I wrote this because Silver's my favorite character, but it's actually videogamer that wrote this...

well, you were typing Shadow's past and I was sitting in your house, bored. So, yeah. Plus, you typed it up, just for the record, 'cause I don't make grammar mistakes!

I don't actually understand that come back...

Hmm... I guess it doesn't make much sense... But anyway, sorry if it gets a little bit too graphic, 'cause I started having a little... fun with this. On another note, it's time for the disclaimer. Will you do the honors?

Of course. DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of the Sonic characters that show up in this story AKA we don't own Silver.

I'll bet you wish you owned Silver... (:

Nah, I'm not as obsessed with him as you are with Shadow, but it would be cool, so maybe. I mean who WOULDN'T want a telekinetic hedgehog?

Summary:

In first day it was revealed that Silver had telekinesis and bipolar disorder, but why? Why does he have white hair and Yellow eyes? Who were his real parents? This will all be revealed in this story!

Silver's Past

Man, sometimes I wonder why I joined Honors English...Well, whatever, I can do this. I'm writing this journal for a project. We have this prompt where we have to write about our childhoods. Okay here goes nothing...

I was born in...well, I don't know. My birth parents and I were kidnapped by the CIA when I was two, and it was really scary. I was young, but I remember it so clearly. We waited in a dark room for what felt like days, and finally we heard something kick on. A vile, green, gaseous substance began to leak through vents in the wall. I'll never know for sure what it was, but my parents looked terrified, and my mom covered my mouth and nose with her hands. Not understanding why she had just cut off my air supply, I tried to push her away, but to no avail. Suddenly, my father's knees buckled in agony and he grabbed his throat. Now coughing up blood, he dropped completely and began convulsing on the floor. My mother and I watched in absolute horror as he gripped his sides, curled up and died. That's when I realize that my mother had been holding her breath. She finally let go of me as she hesitantly sucked in her very last breath of air. Ever. Just like my father, she violently curled up and died in a small pile of upchucked blood. I took in a breath and expected to start shaking or something, but nothing happened. I figured they must have shut the thing off, then a man with shades, an earpiece, and a jet-black suit came rushing in to take me away. With a swish of my long, medium-brown hair, I looked over my shoulder at the pitiful sight. My parents were dead. What did they want from us?

"The kid didn't die." He muttered to some guy in a lab coat, also wearing an earpiece.

"What? How?"

"You tell me. He's immune to harmful chemicals or something."

"Fascinating." Muttered the man in the lab coat. "Let's use him for our experiments. Get Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez."

Well, after a few months of being a human guinea pig, it was concluded that my hair was growing out white, my sea-green eyes were turning a topaz color, oh yeah, and I also got telekinesis.

Finally I was almost six and the secret lab in the CIA was running out of data. I was almost of no more use. They were going to just put me in the electric chair or put a bullet through my head since a chemical injection might fail, but to my luck, mom and dad stepped up to adopt me. They told the lead researcher, Professor Gerald Robotnik (Who I later found out was Maria's granddad) that they had two other adopted boys at home and would take me off their hands. So that's how I came to live with Sonic and Shadow. It turns out that my white hair was a result of traumatic stress, and my eyes were a result of some of the extremely strong chemicals they gave me. If I wasn't almost completely immune I would have died or gone blind to that stuff! And when I have to go on my bipolar pills (my bipolar disorder being yet another trauma side-effect), I have to swallow the whole canister. Anyone would take a look at our medicine cabinet and think I'm a junkie...or suicidal. Yep, well, I'm a little strange, right...?

Yeah...

TO BE CONTINUED...

This high school is weird, but the students and staff are weirder. Don't believe us? Well then read Elurigh High 5: Meet the High School!