CHAPTER 2: A Good Day Gone Bad

"Oh, YEAH!" exclaimed a small, orange fox kid with two tails as he read the sheet of paper the teacher handed to him. His whole homeroom class looked at him, and a big green wolf at the back glared at him.

"Shut up MILES," he growled.

"It's TAILS, for the umpteenth time, Clyde!" exclaimed Tails, the small fox of 14.

"Keep it down please, Tails," remarked the 11th grade homeroom teacher. Even though he was only 14, Tails had skipped 2 grades because of his huge IQ, and was in 7 classes with some pretty big kids. Needless to say, he was a prime target. It DID have its perks though. The girls thought he was kinda cute.

"Sorry Ms. Mary," Tails apologized. "I'm just psyched because I got all the classes I wanted."

"OOH," mocked Clyde in a high voice, "look at me, I'm special and I get to yell in class because I got all the classes I wanted!"

"Clyde, what did I just say to Tails?" Ms. Mary scolded.

"I dunno, I wasn't paying attention," he replied in a smart-assed tone of voice.

I swear to God, thought Tails, if not for the fact that I'd get expelled for it, I'd shove a fake ring bomb in his lunch. He's gonna be a lot of trouble, I know it. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll choke on something and suffer brain damage that makes him forget who he is every time he gets near a microwave and someone turns it on.

"-ails! Tails!" Ms. Mary's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Huh?" he asked, looking around.

"You'd better get going unless you have my class first period! The bell just rang!" The tall white rabbit teacher pointed at the clock.

"Whoa! The clock must be off! I thought it wasn't supposed to ring for another five minutes! I'll see you later Ms. Mary!" Tails was shoving his notebook into his backpack as he was talking. He took a look as his schedule as he walked out the door. His first class... right next door to homeroom! Least he wouldn't have to worry about being late. He walked a quick 10 feet and walked into another classroom and sat down at the front of the room, in the middle row. He was just getting comfortable when he felt a sharp sting in his left ear and heard a familiar voice.

"Hey shrimp, guess you got Shaw too, huh?" Tails turned around and saw Clyde.

"Yeah, I did," Tails replied matter-of-factly as he rubbed his ear.

"Wow, didn't know I could flick that hard. Guess my big bro wasn't kidding when he said to put some pressure on your thumb with your middle finger for a few seconds before you let it loose. Guess that means he wasn't lying when he said you could make a bomb out of fertilizer, kerosene, a rag and a bottle, either."

"I guess not. Just remember to throw it real hard after you light it..."

"Thanks for the tip. Now here's one for you: enjoy your time in this room. Shaw is the one guy I am not gonna fuck with in this school."

"And why is that?"

"You'll see before the period ends, I guarantee it. There's always ONE new dumbass who finds out what the treatment is the first day."

The treatment? thought Tails with a shudder. Before anything else could be said, the bell rang. During their short conversation, the room had filled up around Clyde and Tails, and the desk right behind the fox was the only one left. Consequently, that's where Clyde sat down before the bell finished ringing. As soon as the ringing stopped, a massive gator wearing a green shirt and a brown leather belt, and that strongly resembled Vector, stepped into the room and pulled the door shut so hard the entire class jumped when it hit the frame.

"So it begins," whispered Clyde. "That wasn't even a real slam for him."

I wonder what the belt's for, thought Tails.

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down!" the gator said in a loud voice. "My name's Mr. Shaw, you can call me that or just Shaw if you want. Nothing else. Got me?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Alright, first we go over the rules. Rule #1: Bring your supplies to class every day. That's self-explanatory. Rule #2: Act right. That's it. You should all know what act right means, by this point, and if you don't I pity you. It's a lot like kindergarten. You keep your hands and feet to yourselves, you keep the decibel level down, and if any of you should feel the need to stop acting right and you go too far with it, you'll get the treatment." At this moment a big black cat in the back of the room wearing a black and white football jersey(#42) spat on the floor next to his desk.

"Fuck you asshole," he growled. As quick as a flash, Shaw was back there, belt in one hand and one of the cat's wrists in the other, and he was putting his belt across the cat's ass(he'd jerked El Senor Spitwad to his feet). The cat started crying like a baby after the first swing. When he was done whooping his ass, Shaw let the cat go, and the big cat sat back down.

"You see this kind of thing puts me into a foul mood," stated Shaw, putting his belt back on, "and the school has no rule against putting a belt across your rear end if I see fit. In the case of you ladies, it's a bit different. Male teachers aren't allowed to whip you, but Ms. Mary in the classroom next door has a really strong swing for a lady. That or I'll let you choose pages, but that's only if you feel like wasting an entire night, 20 pieces of paper, and a perfectly good pencil doing them. That goes for you guys too. Any questions so far?"

Wow, thought Tails, that kid's huge, and he's a football player. Shaw brought him to tears in one shot! No wonder Clyde won't mess with him!

"Alright, onto how I run this class..."

At the end of the day, Tails walked out of his last class, slightly tired, very full from lunch(mm, pizza!) and overall pleased with his day. No assignments from anyone, not even homework; the teachers learned quickly that he hated the name Miles and went by Tails; they'd played that oh-so-fun little game in English where they took as many pieces of candy as they wanted, then stood up and said as many things about themselves as they'd taken pieces of candy(i.e. take 3 pieces, say 3 things); he had found all his classes easily enough; and he hadn't had any trouble from the other kids- yet. As he walked to his locker to put his things away, he passed Shaw. He remembered that huge cat and how easily Shaw had him crying in class. Tails shuddered visibly at the thought and kept walking toward his locker. He pulled the little metal compartment open and hung up his bookbag, though he had to fly up using his two tails in order to reach the hook.

Ah, the perks of being above a sophomore, he thought. We get full-size lockers with a decent amount of space between them. Guess that must be so juniors and seniors don't argue about who has the better lockers. Like the juniors would be able to come up with anything... He landed and reached for the door to the locker to close it. Maybe I'll stop by the store on the way home and get a soda. Then I wanna go tell Sonic about the day, since he wanted to know how it went. Tails's hand touched the locker door- and a large hand grabbed his wrist.

"NO DON'T WHIP ME I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" he cried out, thinking it was Shaw, having remembered just how he'd lifted that huge cat up(let's call that cat Joe. I'm too lazy to think up a real name).

"WHOA!" Clyde's voice yelled out. "Easy shrimp, I'm not gonna beat the shit out of you. I WAS gonna just stuff you in there..." Clyde's voice trailed off as he looked around. Tails looked up, heart racing from the scare, and saw Clyde grin evilly. "Well, no one came running. Guess I'll do it anyway." Clyde picked Tails up by his wrist and stuffed him in the locker. Then he closed the door quickly and locked it. "See ya tomorrow shrimp!"

"HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE CLYDE! COME ON!" Tails yelled as loud as he could, hoping Shaw would hear. No luck, since he heard Clyde just walk away humming to himself. "Ah, man, now what am I gonna do!?" Tails tried to sit down and start crying, being the sensitive type, but couldn't, so he just stood there and cried.

Hello there again, folks! This is your author speaking. Wow, Tails is in quite a jam, huh? I nearly had that happen to me once, but I was lucky: I had too much flab on me at the time and didn't fit in the locker. Since then I've remembered to over-eat on a regular basis. Anywho, hope this chapter wasn't too short for you. I really can't tell until I get it uploaded. I'll get better as I go along though. Anyway, how about that teacher Shaw? Reducing a football player to tears in one shot... I have a teacher at my school that did that once. From what I heard, that guy didn't piss that teacher off again for a LONG time. Course, when someone can easily bench 400 pounds, you tend to avoid getting on their bad side... Anyway, back on subject, I'm pretty sure I've already said I'll try to do a chapter a week(or two chapters, if I feel particularly bored), so I'll just skip that part. Please R&R as usual. Don't worry, in case you're wondering, things WILL start to come together as we go along. I'm cooking new shit up every day.