Out on the school grounds, kids were filing out of the school in obedient little lines, which got longer as the grades got higher up. Eventually, over three hundred kids were out on the playground. Teachers were bustling to and fro, trying to keep order and peace in the chaos of the playground.

Cody rushed off to start telling kids about what was about to happen. Sonic, however, was silently wishing it wouldn't happen. Before he could do anything, though, a huge whistle blasted. Every child stopped and looked at the source, causing Sonic to feel nervous because the source was right next to him.

Principal Gibbons and Ms. Rayne were standing right next to each other, with Ms. Rayne looking a little winded from the recent blowing of her whistle.

Principal Gibbons cleared his throat, then called out, "For those of you who can't see or hear me, please come closer!"

Sonic could hear a lot of people shifting around in the short silence that followed.

Principal Gibbons looked around. "Good!" he called. "I have an announcement!"

'Maybe I won't have to run anyway,' Sonic thought to himself.

"As you might have noticed," the principal called out, "we have a new School Patrol Guard walking around! ('Great.' Sonic thought while rolling his eyes) He will be making sure no one breaks the rules. He also has permission to hand out detentions, if necessary!"

Several of the children groaned.

"His name is Serin, and you will address him no other way unless he gives you permission!"

Ms. Rayne stopped the principal and whispered something into his ear.

"And," the principal continued afterward, "we will be giving a small example of how effective this young man is."

He looked at Serin and said, "When I clear a path and tell you too, I want you to run as fast as you can to the fence, around the maypole, around the monkey bars, back to the fence, and then back here. Did you get everything?"

Sonic, deciding to feel stupid, nodded.

The principal called out, "Before we can make this demonstration, though, everyone will have to clear a path down the middle here." The kids hastened to obey. "That's good!" the principal finally called.

Sonic took a deep breath to calm himself. He was just making a small circuit, that's all. Nothing to worry about.

He crouched low to the ground and mentally measured the distance to get his footfalls paced evenly. After he had done a good calculation of the entire distance, he nodded at the principal.

"GO!!"

Sonic didn't hear him; he only reacted. He raced over to the fence, to and around the maypole, across the playground to the monkey bars, ran over it, still going top speed, raced back to the fence, and noticed the crowd of kids had massed, once again, into a huge blob.

Sonic did a small hop and, coiling and releasing in seconds, almost flew so high he cleared the kids easily, twirling, twisting and curling so he would land for the greatest effect.

When he landed, he could swear the ground shook slightly, even though he had lost most of the energy in his landing by twisting in the air.

The children looked in awe at the figure of a young man, on one knee with his fist seemingly in the ground, as he looked up at them.

The whole school ground was deathly quiet.