Hello! I have been getting better at adding chapters to this story in a timely manner. J However, if it seems that I have not uploaded in a while please forgive me since I haven't been exactly free from homework and school/ family and friend related things all the time. I was going to do something special at the end of my 'Psychic Dairies' story, but I decided, "Hey, why don't I put that 'something special' on this story as well?" So I did. Be sure to look for it at the end of this chapter… after you read the story of course! XD
Chapter Eight: Time to Think
After school, Shadow decided he wanted to go home. Sonic- being concerned about his friend and his living arrangements- had given him his phone number just in case he wanted to call him.
Sonic stared at the clubhouse door blankly for what seemed like an eternity, before pulling out his key and sliding it into the keyhole.
"I'm home," Sonic said, not particularly caring whether anyone had heard him.
Footsteps then warmth as Silver hugged his older counterpart, nuzzling his face into Sonic's chest, sighing deeply. "Welcome back," He whispered.
Sonic smiled. "Okay. What do you need?"
Silver released Sonic, stepping back a few feet. "What do you mean?"
"Whenever you do that… little 'ritual,' it usually means that you want or need something."
Silver cracked a small smile. "Well, I was going to ask where Shadow was… but your mind already answered my question."
Sonic yelped in pain as Silver smacked him.
"How could you let him go back there!" Silver's honey golden eyes were filled with rage. "You're such an idiot!"
Sonic wondered how a sweet, intelligent young kid could turn into a boy who lashed out at people with rude comments and insults and would be willing to injure his friends if he didn't get his way.
"I-he wanted to go back," Sonic mumbled, not sure if the words were coming out correctly. He smirked when he realized something. Hey, I'm older than he is! I should be picking on him. It shouldn't be the other way around!
Silver pointed to the door. "Go get him."
Sonic shook his head. "How about you go get him? If you want him that badly then go. I won't stop you."
Silver was about to reply when the phone rang. He picked up the cordless phone and handed it to Sonic. "It's for you."
Sonic rolled his eyes as he snatched the phone from Silver, trying to emphasize the fact that he was mad at him.
He cleared his throat as he put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
He could barely make out the words on the other end. "I attic can come?"
Sonic frowned. "I'm sorry, but can you speak up?"
"I'm in my attic. Can you come over?"
Sonic smiled, recognizing Shadow's voice. "Sure. Why are you in your attic?"
"Just because. Now when you get here, don't ring the doorbell. You'll see this round window beside the house. Wait below it, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. I'll see you in a few minutes, then."
Sonic smiled. "I guess you will." Sonic continued to hold the phone to his ear, knowing Shadow had hung up already.
Sonic snapped out of his trance when he heard Silver singing.
"'Sonic and Shadow sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes an adopted baby in baby carriage!'"
"Shut up!" Sonic exclaimed, throwing the phone at Silver before running out the door.
~Angel in the night~
Sonic sighed as he sped towards Shadow's house. He usually liked to run when he had something bothering him. He enjoyed the wind blowing kisses at his face and hearing the sound of his feet pounding against the solid earth. But he didn't seem to care about that, since there was one problem that he couldn't shake off. That thought that stayed in the back of your head. Even though part of you has forgotten it, the other part knows it's there, waiting to rear its ugly head.
How could I possibly like Shadow that way? Sonic thought. We're just friends. Good friends.
"Are you sure?"
Sonic nearly fell when he heard someone else speaking to him. He relaxed when he realized it was only his conscious arguing with him.
I'm positive. Sonic thought. He doesn't like me that way either.
"But he kissed you. That has to mean something. Right?"
Yeah, but that was just a friendly kiss.
"It didn't seem that way."
Well that's the way he intended it to be.
Sonic stopped when he reached Shadow's house. He walked to the side and noticed the window.
The window opened and a rope made out of blankets floated out of the window. Sonic pulled the blanket rope to the side of the house, grabbed hold and climbed up.
~Angel in the night~
"You made it!" Shadow exclaimed, grabbing Sonic's arm and helping him through the window.
Sonic smiled. "Yeah."
The scene was ruined as Sonic's conscious started speaking again. "See? You're smiling like a lovesick fool! Just admit it: you're madly in love with him!"
"Will you shut up!" Sonic growled.
Shadow looked at him. "I'm not saying anything."
Sonic waved his hands apologetically. "No, no. I wasn't talking to you."
"Who were you talking to?"
"I- um, never mind. Forget I said anything."
"Oh, okay," Shadow said, kneeling down next to one of the many boxes on the floor, shuffling through its contents.
The speedy blue hero twiddled his thumbs nervously. The wallpaper was peeling off the attic walls and the air was thick with the sickening scent of mothballs and nail polish remover. Every time Sonic moved, the old wooden floor boards creaked, causing Sonic to jump, in fear that the floor was about to collapse underneath him.
Shadow noticed Sonic fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. Without looking up he asked, "Are you scared?"
"No," Sonic lied. "I'm okay."
Shadow grinned evilly. "Then let's get started then."
Sonic's eyes widened.
"Ha, you're such a pervert!"
"Oh my God, just leave me alone all ready!"
Shadow sighed. "We can hang out another time if you really have something on your mind."
Sonic frowned. "No. It's okay."
"So what do you to do?" Shadow asked. He kicked the floor in boredom. "I mean I don't exactly have that many games."
There was a tapping at the window. Sonic frowned when he saw Silver. "What are you doing here?"
Silver smirked. "I thought I'd inform you about our new visitor back at the house."
Sonic's ears perked up. A new kid to add to our family?"
Silver nodded. "Yep. Amy's happy because the newcomer is a girl."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Sonic grabbed Shadow's arm. "Let's go meet her!"
And that concludes chapter eight. I didn't think of the title until I was almost done with the chapter. Lol. J I am happy with how this chapter came out. I want to thank pantedgieQueen13 for helping me discover the attic scene! You should go check out her stories as well! So as I said in the beginning, I was going to put a little something in the end. And here it is! A sample of my finished book, The Five Warriors!
Book One:
The Awakening…
Prologue:
"I've failed… Master."
"Are you telling me you let them get away? Jami?"
Jami looked down, trying to avoid meeting his master's hateful glance. "I tried, but you know how strong they are and-"
"Enough!" He roared so loud that the ground shook, like an earthquake, knocking buildings off their foundations. "You're stronger then the five of them put together! How could you-"
"They've unlocked the key to their full power, master…"
The master's eyes grew wide, and then everything around him faded into blackness…
20 years later…
Chapter One
"Come on Tom!" Rachael called, "We're going to be late!"
Ever since they finished seventh grade Tom always seemed to be in his own world. Now it was the first day of eighth grade and he seemed more out of it than ever.
"Wait a minute sis!" Tom replied. "I have to get ready!" He yanked off his favorite sonic pajamas, threw on a t-shirt, shorts, and his blue sneakers, and opened the door.
"Okay I'm ready now. Rachael?" Tom said. "Where'd she go? Probably downstairs with mom." As Tom reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard Rachael's voice in the kitchen.
"I know I should have breakfast, but school starts in twenty minutes! Besides it's only a half-day today."
Rachael turned to see Tom staring blankly from the hallway.
"There you are! Come on, we're going to be late!" She yelled as she grabbed Tom's arm and yanked him out the door.
~The Five warriors~
"We made it!" Rachael squealed when they reached the bus stop. There where at least twelve other kids, all waiting for bus#21 to pick them up, and drop them off at Willsmore Middle School to start their eighth grade journey.
"Hey Rachael!" The twins turned to see Rachael's two best friends, Jackie and Nicole sprinting towards them.
"What's up, Jackie?" Rachael asked, while the girls were bent over, trying to catch their breath.
"Rachael, you'll never guess what happened this summer," Jackie replied, while Nicole looked like she was about to spontaneously combust from too much excitement.
"Uh, let's see, you got your belly button pierced?" Rachael knew how much Jackie wanted to have her belly button pierced. She wanted a pierced ever since she started middle school, but her mom said she had to wait until she turned sixteen.
"No, mom still hasn't changed her mind, but good guess though."
"So, do you give up?" Nicole asked.
"I guess so," Rachael replied glumly.
"I met a guy!" Jackie squealed in delight, while Nicole seemed to nod in approval.
"She told me last night," Nicole announced proudly.
"Why didn't you call me?" Rachael asked, as if not calling her about a boy was the worst thing in the world.
"Sorry, it was really late and my mom said I could only make one call." Jackie replied, trying to calm her friend down. Tom looked down the street for the bus. Girls, Tom thought, as he turned his head to look in the other direction.
"Hey." Tom whirled around to see a boy who was dressed in an all black attire. Tom stared at the boy for a few seconds. Realizing he was not going to say anything else, Tom decided to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Tom Dolton, and you are?" Tom stared hesitantly at the boy, suddenly eager to hear an answer.
"You know, I've pretty much traveled the whole world, and have gone to nearly every school on earth, but I've never gone to this school before." The boy
stared blankly at the house across the street from the bus stop. He then turned back to Tom, who was still trying to figure out if what the boy told him was a code, to help him decipher his name, or if what he was saying, was true.
The boy sighed. "My father is a pilot, and he has moved to different locations all over the world for his job."
"What?" Tom asked, confused. This does not make any sense, Tom thought.
"But, all this doesn't matter that much to you, now does it?"
Tom jumped at the sound of the bus pulling to a screeching halt.
"All aboard the Willsmore Express!" Mr. Cicero called, as the doors seemed to magically spring to life, opening, as if to welcome and honor the new eighth graders. Immediately, the boy started walking towards the bus.
"Wait!" Tom called as he ran after him. Just before the boy was about to get on, Tom grabbed his hoodie sleeve.
"What- oh it's you."
"You never told me your name."
"It doesn't matter."
"Please," Tom begged, "I told you mine."
The boy looked around before answering. "It's… Trent." Tom watched as Trent walked back towards the bus, and got on, before climbing on himself. He saw Trent sitting in the back by a window. The seat was large enough to fit about six to eight people. There where three girls on one side, huddled around something, which Tom assumed to be the latest top-end 'Fashion Teen 101' magazine. Tom traced his thoughts back to Trent.
He has no one to sit by, Tom thought, as he felt himself walking towards Trent. Trent made no movement as Tom sat down next to him. Tom sighed; he
could already see that it was going to be a long, quiet ride to Willsmore Middle School.
Chapter Two
"Welcome eighth graders!" the principal bellowed through his favorite megaphone. Some kids jumped, while others glared, wondering why the principal was always so enthusiastic on the first day.
"Good morning, students," the principal paused, waiting for the kids to fall back into the normal school day pattern.
"Good morning, Mr. Berwyn," the kids chirped back, as if in a hypnotic trance, that could not even be broken by a simple snap of the fingers.
"A' hem, as you know, sixth grade students are to report to room 104 to meet your homeroom teachers. They will tell you where you need to go, and what to bring with you for the rest of this week." Mr. Berwyn nodded to Mrs. Foxx, one of the two deans. "Mrs. Foxx will show you the way."
"Come on kids," Mrs. Foxx called. "Follow me!"
"Someone seems a little nervous," Jackie muttered under her breath, while watching Mrs. Foxx stroll away, with the sixth graders following eagerly in tow.
Rachael giggled. "Yeah. Either that, or she's a little too happy."
"Seventh graders," Mr. Berwyn continued, "are to report to the LMC, and eighth graders, you will be going to the auditorium with Mr. Hinsdale."
Tom shuddered. He never did like Mr. Hinsdale. He just creped him out. Mr. Hinsdale stepped forward, but to Tom, it looked like he glided.
"It is my pleasure to be your guide today." He scanned the crowd of bouncing eighth graders, and then added, "especially for the new ones."
Maybe, he was imagining things, but Tom could have sworn he saw Mr. Hinsdale lick his lips after uttering those last five words…
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