1st period: band
After everyone escaped the terrible homeroom teacher they went off to their first class of the day. The majority of the seniors and juniors went off to band, along with a couple of freshmen.
Those few freshmen were Sonic, Tails, and Silver. So of course they stuck together because they didn't know any of the other guys.
"Hey, you guys! Guess what? Freshmen!" Called a senior evilly. "This is gonna be fun…"
Sonic, Tails and Silver claimed seats in the back of the room in the corner. Most of the other kids were getting their instruments, and they figured, after much hesitation, that they'd better do the same.
Tails played the trumpet, so his instrument was over in the trumpet locker place. That meant that he had to weave his way through seniors that were stories taller than him to get there. He got his trumpet, but only after a lot of teasing, pushing, punching, and tripping. He staggered back to his seat with one eye swelling.
Silver was the only oboe player in the entire school, and for that he got harassed by just about everyone. Some guy even whacked him as hard as he could with a drumstick as he made his way back to the other freshmen.
Sonic, on the other hand, got a lot of surprised comments once everyone figured out what he played. The band was mainly made up of woodwinds, brass, drums, ect., but the music teacher had agreed to let him keep playing the instrument he had been playing for a while.
Yes, he played the guitar.
"Ok, class, let's start with the B-flat major scale!" The teacher said.
To put it mildly, they failed so bad that one of the clarinet players dropped their instrument to cover their ears.
"Well, we have some work to do." The teacher sighed. "Ok, now I want you to get into sections with your fellow players. Clarinets over here, trumpets there, and saxophones over there…"
Poor Silver got wedged between a jock playing the trumpet and a guy that looked like King Kong on flute. They both glanced at him and practically snorted. "We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we?" Asked King Kong.
"Y…yes…?" Silver squeaked.
As soon as the teacher's back was turned both guys turned and beat the living daylights out of Silver and his oboe. A saxophone player pulled out a straw and began firing spitballs around, and a clarinet player started throwing cork grease at everyone.
The teacher turned around to find the class sitting at attention with creepy broad smiles on their faces, except for the three freshmen that looked about ready to die.
"My, my." The teacher sighed. "We have some work to do."