1A Typical Day In High School

Chapter 8: Who's The Boss

"Knuckles, what do you mean by 'becoming the next Hugh Hefner'?" T (also known to you as Silver) asked Knuckles.

"Isn't he the guy that has that house with all the women dressed up in skimpy costumes wearing bunny hoods?" Knuckles answered.

"Yes. But you're still not answering my question. Hefner constantly spends millions on his "women". How can you possibly do the same with only $50,000?"

"Silly, silly T. You always were the stupid one. Isn't it obvious...?"

A moment of silence passes between the two as T waits for an answer, which goes on for several minutes. It appears that Knuckles has lost his train of thought yet again.

"Well?" T asked.

"Well what?" said Knuckles.

"There were dots after your previous sentence, which means you were about to say something."

"Say something about what."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a dumbass piece of shit?" T questioned.

"Yup. My parents did everyday before I left for school. But they always said it in a low voice, like they didn't want me to hear them say it for some reason."

Sometimes I wonder how did he ever get past birth, T thought to himself as he walked back to his room.

Moving on to Monday. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa...ah, WTF am I talking about. Monday has got to be the suckiest day of the whole week. Even more than the lost day of the week Suckday, which was replaced by Sunday because 2 days in a week that suck was too much for the world who decided to replace it.

OK, let's see...who haven't I started off a chapter with yet. Sonic...no. Tails...yes, but he doesn't have a major role. Amy...also no. Shadow...nah. T...too many times. Jelea...close, but no. Has to be a girl...but who? Oh, well. I might as well finish telling the story.

We start of this suckiest of days with young Rya, a person we haven't seen in a while for reasons even the author does not know. So I'll make up for this by telling this chapter from her point of view.

Why do I get the feeling that something that will have a major affect on the plot of this story is gonna happen today? Everything has become a complete mystery to me and probably everyone else since T took the script and kept it to himself. What if he's reading it right now to see if we'll end up together?!

animation of T flipping through the script and blushing with his eyes half closed by the top eyelid plays

It's not like I wouldn't actually mind that or anything. It's just that...Wait, why does my face feel so hot? Gasp Am I blushing!?Oh shi'ite! Quick! Think of something else before someone starts noticing.

"Ry...ya...R.a..."

Huh? Who's that? It kinda sounds like my name, only like the person saying it has peanut butter on the roof on the inside of their mouth or something.

"Rya." Shear said.

Or at least I think it was. But who else would be in my room? I sure hope it wasn't...

"RYA!!"

"What da fuck is it!?!?" I yelled back.

Shear told me he's been trying to tell me that classes start in 2 minutes for the past 2 minutes and 1 second.

"Wouldn't that make you late?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that also make you late?" Shear answered.

"Yo what the...? I thought I was narrating!" Rya yelled at the author.

Me, being the author and everything, have officially declared Rya's narrating as an experience that sucks more than Monday and Suckday combined for no apparent reason. So...with my mighty authoring powers, I shall pass on the power to Sonic. His extreme idiocy may prove to be entertaining.
...I wonder if we have classes today...? So hard to remember. Even with the calendar right in front of me that clearly says that there's school today in big neon letters, I still have no idea. Maybe my bestest buddy Shadow can help. One, two, three steps I took. Until I reached the mysterious lump that lay on my dorm buddy's bed. Who could it be? Whoever it is, I hope it's someone hot, like Bridget Nielsen or Chyna Doll. But what are the chances of that? I mean, honestly. Why would celebs like them come to make a surprise visit for an unknown fan like me? It just wouldn't make sense. But anyway, I'm going completely off topic here. I pulled over the sheets and saw...a chinchilla! What the heck is going on here?! Am I dreaming or something? Or maybe...just maybe...I'm on a drug trip from the crack-infested air in Tails' room and we happened to be learning about chinchillas today! No, no, wait. That can't be it because I don't see any spinning rainbow in the background like in Captain Planet. Heh,...Captain Planet.

The power..is...YOURS!!! Ah, good times. Gooooooooooooooood times. ...Crap, I can't think of anything else. I guess Knuckles' stupidity must be contagious. Elevator music plays.

Well, that was boring. Moving on to the next person. Hmm, let's see. Who should be the next narrator? Someone balanced, not too stupid but not too smart, either. AHA! He better not mess this up, either...

Hmm, let's see. Who should I hit on next? So many girls, yet sooo little time between classes. No idea why I said that since classes hasn't even started yet, but whatever. Why can't stories be more like comic books so the readers can actually see what I'm talking about. If only I actually passed all of my school years with actually getting C's in English. Oh well, moving on.

"I think I'll hit up this lil mama over here. Hey b—" I tried to think before a bitch slap hit my face.

"Don't even try it, Shear."

WTF was that for?

"I hardly say two words to the broad and—" Yet again I get abused while thinking, this time in the stomach. If that went any lower I don't know what would happen. How in the hell are they able to hear what I'm thinking? It's not fair. Maybe I should ask Ness to help teach me how to control my abundant psychic energy. Nah, I don't have psychic powers. Maybe it's in the way my words were typed...also no. The author wouldn't abuse his own character just for the fun of it...would he? Then again. Looks up several line—.

Whoa! Let's move to the next person before someone gets killed. OK, there's been gay, idiot, fake player. That's almost a story in itself. But since I have no script for this story, I'll just pick random characters out of a hat. And the lucky winner is...Cream! At least she's balanced when it comes to personality. Maybe the story can actually go beyond before class.

Today is going to be so fun! I can tell because every other day before today has been chock full of excitement. If only I didn't have to go to stupid gym first. What's the point in a girl exercising? It's not like we're going to be pro wrestlers or something, but oh well.

Gym started off dull-like. Mostly because today's Monday and Monday sucks about as much as Rya's narrating skills, which I felt like saying for no apparent reason cause the author says her narrating skills suck for no apparent reason. We finally got a normal teacher for once. Her name was Ms. Lester. That was kind of unassuring because her first name was Mo. I prayed to God that it was just a coincidence. Today we had to do 200 laps around a standard track, uh, track that was at least a mile. For speed demons like Sonic and Shadow, this wasn't a problem. They finished in about 2 minutes. To make matters worse, Ms. Lester said whenever you finish, class was over for you. So I, along with Knux, who somehow managed to remember that there was school today, and Tails, were left running. As seen in Sonic Advance 2, the three of us were fast to a degree. Sure, we didn't get fancy after images like Sonic did, but we could still blaze through levels. Tails had his tails to propel himself and make him go faster, so he finished in 12 minutes. Knuckles took about 20. Oh, and did I mention, little miss sucky narrator (for no apparent reason) got transferred from chemistry to gym as well, so I know at least I wasn't going to finish last. By the time I was on my 130th lap, Rya was only on lap 37. All of the other random people that were in this class were on their 3rd lap, which meant that she could be considered faster than average.

After 30 minutes, I finally finished all 200 laps and went straight to the water fountain. Rya was only on lap 69 by the time I finished, but I have no idea why I'm even keeping up with that. And that's it for me. I don't have any more classes 'till Social Science, so I must bid you fellow readers adieu.

That's gotta be the best narration yet. I'm starting to regret giving Cream only three classes. But we must move on to the next randomly drawn name. This won't suck with a Shadow of a doubt.
Art class? So troublesome. Who wants to learn how to blend colors together anyway? Knew I should've elected Chemistry. At least then I could blow stuff up. Maybe even blow Sonic's head of. Hahahahahahahahahaha...aaaah. That's better. Now then.

If I recall, this was the only class on the first full day that was normal. So that must mean...

BOOM!!! Now what could that be, I thought to myself in a sarcastic voice. About two seconds into the class and already something happens. The transparent glass on the classroom door was quickly replaced with a veil of smoke. All but a select few were completely nonchalant to what had just happened. The unimportant filler people seemed clam, sitting perfectly still. However, one glance at their quivering faces will tell otherwise. Oh, yeah. Shear was also nonchalant, and also had an indifferent face, but a glance under his desk will reveal that he pissed his pants. A lot. It's kinda surprising that no one bust up laughing at this to kind of relieve the tension in the room.

Amy just sat there, almost like in a daze of a daydream. Probably thinking of that blue retard Sonic. Not like I care or anything, just noting that's what she's most likely doing. Rya was also perfectly calm, considering that she nearly hugged Silver to death cause Sonic almost made Rouge and Jelea 69 each other two chapters ago and they both bitch slapped him. I almost respect her as a person now and not just cause she's beautiful. And, as always, T is uncaring about the situation. He's always been my rival for being the most cynical of the group, mostly because he shows nearly no emotion to anything that happens that doesn't concern the others or me.

Crap, I got carried away. Anyway, everyone filed out of the classroom in a stampede after the smoke cleared during my moment of spaced outness. Which meant I was the only guy left in the classroom. You could just imagine how much of a lame I felt like just then. I quickly stepped out of the classroom so I wouldn't seem like I was "doing" anything by myself or something.

"What's going on?" I asked Amy.

She told me that the explosion came from the chemistry lab. I guess some retard didn't take down notes on what chemicals combust on contact. Damn...I knew I should've taken that class. If it weren't for the fact that main characters aren't allowed to die unless in action scenes, I'd wish Sonic was in there, like 2 mm from where the explosion happened. But alas, this is nothing but a piped dream. I decided to ask T if he knew who caused the accident. I could ask him what he (the person who made the explosion) did to do it. If I were lucky enough, I could get Sonic to think he was mixing Kool-Aid together and "accidentally" kill himself.

"If I knew, I'd ask the guy who did it what he did to do it so I could get Sonic to mix them together thinking it was Kool-Aid and kill himself just for the fun of it," T said to me.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit! That midnight blue motherfucker is getting on my last nerves! Why couldn't you make me more cynical, God? Why? I'm less of a good guy than he is! I'm supposed to be the cynical asshole in this posse! What the fuck, man!?! Amy didn't even dare to slap him with her hammer! What am I missing? If I said that out loud, Amy would've hit me for sure with that stupid magic hammer of hers. That stupid pink bitch. It's not fair! I'm the black guy! I should be more cynical than T is! Me!" I thought. Or at least I hoped I thought. And judging by the way Amy and T were looking at me, I'd say that I forgot to narrate and not talk. So while I get my ass handed to me, I'll pass on this accursed narration power before it's lost forever if I die while in a coma.

Sweet. Actiony. And cause Shadow didn't go past the first 62 seconds of the class, I can pick someone else from the magic random generator hat. W00T! The next lucky winner is...Amy? Huh. I was hoping for Rya so I could make the others crack jokes on her crap narration skills, but I suppose Amy will do.
"You got quite a lot of guts saying that out loud, cause they're all about to come out," I said to Shadow as I started cracking my knuckles.

The fear in his eyes is priceless. They look so pure and serene, almost like a scared puppy dog or a little baby. Each crack made his eyes smaller. After all of the times I've been made to feel that way, I finally see what it's like not to be on the receiving end. It's so satisfying I almost can't wait. But then I'd be considered evil. Hmm, so hard to decide. Be evil…get revenge...be evil…get revenge. Wow. It's amazing how hard deciding between the right thing to do and the obvious one can be.

"Step aside, Amy. If you're not going to kick his ass all on the floor, I'll do it myself," I heard T say while I was deciding.

Now that I think about it, it's hard to believe how a hero like Silver can make such conscious-heavy decisions without so much as a second thought or remorse so easily. If more good guys were like him, then maybe animes like Naruto wouldn't have to draw out serious battles to 5-6 episodes. Although when we first met he thought I was a self-centered bitch, it was how he just said it without caring for my feelings that let me know that I don't want to get on his bad side. That's not exactly something to be proud of. As a matter of fact, I should be pissed off at him 24/12…and yet, I can't help but feel a certain familiarity when I see this cold, harsh treatment that makes me feel secure. It's weird. How can I say this…it's like even though T treats me like shit, I've developed fondness for him. He does the things that either Sonic is too afraid to do, the author doesn't want him to do, or SEGA just doesn't want to do because it'll spoil the Sonic series' PG nature. Could I have actually found someone else besides Sonic that I have feelings devoted to, even with how small it is?

BAM!! BIFF!!! POW! SMASH!! Screw Attack.!!

G, that was weird. I could've sworn that I thought about having feelings for someone besides Sonic. That'd be the hallucination of the century. Or possibly the sign of the apocalypse. It's anyone's guess at this point, and also because this chapter is nearly over. Before it ends, I pass on the mystical powers of narration to my good friend Rouge.
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WHo'd of thought I'd throw in an emotional cliffhanger, eh? Well, as Porky Pig would say: t-th-th-th-th-tht-ht-That's all folks! I hadn't realized that I'd be this behind schedule on updating. For this, I apologize to any fans that were waiting as to what would happen next. I hope you enjoyed. And I hope to have chapter 9 out in far less time than this one.

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