Sonic came home with Cody on his back, and he was defiantly worse for
wear. Cody, however, had had an awesome day, due to the fact that what he
had said during Kindergarten class was proven to be true. Sonic just walked
in his room and shut the door, flopping on his bed when he got to it.
He moaned as he turned over to his back. He's only been here two days and already he's famous. Again no less. He just wanted to go home. He might have been under siege and worked twenty-four hours, seven days a week when it was needed, but it was home. He had friends there. Friends who treated him like a real friend, not some sort of god or idol.
Except Tails. Bless him. He did both.
Sonic curled over to his side and fell asleep, dreaming of happy days at home.
The next day at school would've been fine if it wasn't for the prank a little after lunch.
Sonic had been walking out of the bathroom (after taking care of some personal needs) when a bucket of seemingly scalding water splashed over his head. On instinct he closed his eyes and grabbed the bucket before it fell out of his grasp, and then waited for the water to cool down enough for him to open his eyes. When he did so, he heard laughing around a corner, and then dashed to see what it was.
Two boys were hiding behind the janitor's closet door, laughing and snickering to themselves. Apparently they thought the classic balanced bucket on a semi-open door was funny.
Sonic felt like trashing them right then and there.
He marched in and looked them sternly in the eye, one hand holding the bucket at them, the other on his hip. "Does this happen to be yours?" he asked.
They didn't answer. They just looked at him and started guffawing. Sonic grabbed each of them around the waist and walked them to the principal's office, balanced on his hips.
As soon as Sonic entered the secretary's room, Sonic knew he had been hit with more than hot water. The secretary looked at him and almost screamed, but then asked, "Serin, what happened to you?"
"Them," he said, motioning towards the kids on his hips the best he could. "Give them a week detention or whatever the principal says if he doesn't agree."
The secretary nodded and took the boys, who now had strange, blue- colored rings around their waists.
Sonic just cringed. He had an idea of what happened. He sped off towards the boy's bathroom and looked in the mirror by the sinks.
He was right. He had been dyed blue.
Before classes could let up and anyone else could get in trouble, Sonic paid a visit to the principal and was sent home. Sonic ran as fast as he could, knowing that a blue human would look really strange.
Luckily, Mrs. Anderson was allowed a day off today as well. As soon as the entire story was told, Mrs. Anderson took his clothes, put him in a bathtub an scrubbed him so hard he turned a delicate shade of pink afterwards. Sonic had never been so embarrassed in his life.
However, no matter how Mrs. Anderson tried, she just couldn't get the dye out of his hair. Sonic never paid attention to it before, so he never bothered to realize that blond hair can turn any color it wants and still look that color. However, after about thirty or so minutes in front of the mirror, he decided he liked the blue hair better. It wasn't Sonic Blue, but it was close enough for now.
Cody came home to see, not his mother at the table, but Sonic wrapped up in the big, fluffy white towel Mrs. Anderson used for her beach towel. He seemed to be sipping some sort of hot drink.
Sonic looked at him, and smiled. "Well, kid," he said, "here's your blue hair."
He moaned as he turned over to his back. He's only been here two days and already he's famous. Again no less. He just wanted to go home. He might have been under siege and worked twenty-four hours, seven days a week when it was needed, but it was home. He had friends there. Friends who treated him like a real friend, not some sort of god or idol.
Except Tails. Bless him. He did both.
Sonic curled over to his side and fell asleep, dreaming of happy days at home.
The next day at school would've been fine if it wasn't for the prank a little after lunch.
Sonic had been walking out of the bathroom (after taking care of some personal needs) when a bucket of seemingly scalding water splashed over his head. On instinct he closed his eyes and grabbed the bucket before it fell out of his grasp, and then waited for the water to cool down enough for him to open his eyes. When he did so, he heard laughing around a corner, and then dashed to see what it was.
Two boys were hiding behind the janitor's closet door, laughing and snickering to themselves. Apparently they thought the classic balanced bucket on a semi-open door was funny.
Sonic felt like trashing them right then and there.
He marched in and looked them sternly in the eye, one hand holding the bucket at them, the other on his hip. "Does this happen to be yours?" he asked.
They didn't answer. They just looked at him and started guffawing. Sonic grabbed each of them around the waist and walked them to the principal's office, balanced on his hips.
As soon as Sonic entered the secretary's room, Sonic knew he had been hit with more than hot water. The secretary looked at him and almost screamed, but then asked, "Serin, what happened to you?"
"Them," he said, motioning towards the kids on his hips the best he could. "Give them a week detention or whatever the principal says if he doesn't agree."
The secretary nodded and took the boys, who now had strange, blue- colored rings around their waists.
Sonic just cringed. He had an idea of what happened. He sped off towards the boy's bathroom and looked in the mirror by the sinks.
He was right. He had been dyed blue.
Before classes could let up and anyone else could get in trouble, Sonic paid a visit to the principal and was sent home. Sonic ran as fast as he could, knowing that a blue human would look really strange.
Luckily, Mrs. Anderson was allowed a day off today as well. As soon as the entire story was told, Mrs. Anderson took his clothes, put him in a bathtub an scrubbed him so hard he turned a delicate shade of pink afterwards. Sonic had never been so embarrassed in his life.
However, no matter how Mrs. Anderson tried, she just couldn't get the dye out of his hair. Sonic never paid attention to it before, so he never bothered to realize that blond hair can turn any color it wants and still look that color. However, after about thirty or so minutes in front of the mirror, he decided he liked the blue hair better. It wasn't Sonic Blue, but it was close enough for now.
Cody came home to see, not his mother at the table, but Sonic wrapped up in the big, fluffy white towel Mrs. Anderson used for her beach towel. He seemed to be sipping some sort of hot drink.
Sonic looked at him, and smiled. "Well, kid," he said, "here's your blue hair."