Buelito Tavo
(1933-2011)

"Te quiero mucho abuelito, y siempre estaras en mi corozon..."

-Mayi

"Just sit there, and don't do anything!" The principal scolded, as Mephiles sat down on one of the small blue chairs in the office.

"I'm not doing anything-"

His complaints were destroyed by the loud noise of the door slamming shut.

Mephiles sat back and crossed his arms.

"Everybody's a critic," he said gloomy.

In a matter of minutes, the door opened.

Mephiles lifted his head up and realized that whom he was looking at wasen't the principal. It was his teacher.

"Come with me, please."

"Do I have a choice?" Mephiles asked, with a slighy rude tone.

"You want one?"

Mephiles sighed. There was no point in getting himself deeper than were he already was.

"No, ma'm," he said simply, standing up.

The old human female smiled kindly and walked him silently through the hallways.

Mephiles looked up and saw some some lights flickering on and off and reminded him of a scary movie he'd seen once.

The hallways were completly volumeless. Which, actually made Mephiles kinda happy, considering the fact that he hated other's joy.

He looked at his teacher's serious expression that didn't stare back. That was enough to force his little amount of happiness to vanish along with the outside noises. It was scary, or at least, to the 8 year old.

Still not looking at him, his teacher opened the door of a room labeled 'Counsoler's Office'.

What in the world...?

The teacher finally turned to him.

"Well?" She said, raising an eyebrow."Aren't you gonna enter?"

"Miss?"

"Yes?"

"Why am I here?" Mephiles asked, a little confused."I know what a consoling office is, and I don't need help!"

'"Mephiles-"

"And I don't want to see the counsoler! She's mean to me!"

"You're not going to see the counsoler!"

"Then, what?"

The teacher sat on the consuoler's desk.

"I'll be your consoler,"she said simply,"better?"

"A lot." Mephiles rolled his eyes, closing the door behind.

"Why don't we start with something simple?" She suggested,"let's say, like your birthday?"

Mephiles looked down at his hands. He still held the milk cartoon. If what it said was true, his birthday was on the day of the Sun Festival, not on the first day of Summer. Would his parents really lie to him? Him, that was evreything to them? Well...or at least...everything to Sayonara...

"June 21, miss."He answered, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed."But I still don't get it, what was this for again?"

His teacher sighed and walked towards the window.

"5 months, Mephiles,"she said, looking out the window,"5 months since the 3rd grade started, 5 months since you became my student. I can't believe with that many time, I never really paid attention to you, other than to wake you up and tell you not to mutter to yourself."

"Yeah..."He blushed, scratching his head.

The teacher turded to him once again,"now, why don't you take a seat?"

Mephiles nodded and made his way to a chair with his head down.

"Or how about telling me how your recess go?" She suggested, rubbing her thin chin.

Mephiles blinked.

"Uh, okaay...um, do I have to answer that?"He asked, a slighly nervous expression in his face.

"Well, if you want to just stay here all day-"

Mephiles jumped to his feet.

"No, no, no, never mind. I'll explain!"

The teacher chuckled, sat back and lisened.

Flashback...

Mephiles giggled as asome random kid fell off the monkey bars, this was defiantly something he'll want to remember(such humiliation to that random kid, since drawings remain there forever...). So, with that, he picked up his orange Dixon #2 pencil(a.k.a. best pencils in the world!), opened his drawing book and began to capture the momment.

After finishing another masterpiece, he leaned against the tree trunk and breathed in and out his small back nose as a small orange tree leaf fell between his notebook pages.

He opened his notebook to were the leaf was just to find an old history test budged inside. There was a red 'F' in the front page inside a red markered circle.

Dissapointed in his own failure, he drew a straight vertical line through the circle, then followed up by a horizontal one. Then, he drew a pair of unfinished triangles(by unfinished I mean that the triangles don't have a base) on top of the circle, both with a bend tip so they won't look so pointy.

Afterwards, it was clear that he was aiming to draw an antrophomorpic hedgehog. By when he finished the head, he added the muzzle, and surprisingly,added a carefree grin to it rather than a serious frown.

He examined his drawing carfully as he realized he found this hedgehog very familiar;this wasn't something he though out of imagination. He was real, hadn't he seen him somewhere? Now, what was his name..?

Sonic? he thought, as he remembered watching the news one day that a super-sonic blue hedgehog and some other two antrophomorpic animals had saved the world from a gigantic robot known as Metal Sonic(Metal Overlord, in other words). Hmp, weird...

But there was something wrong in this picture...

The red 'F' was still quite visible, and for what Mephiles knew, someone who manages to defeat a giant robot isin't a failure.

So instead, he erased his lovable grin, and drew a huge streak on its forehead. And continued on.

Ok, so this needs creativity...hmp, bet ya you'll look horrible without a nose...so, yeah, let's erase that, and let's add you claws...why, this is somewhat fun...

"What ya doin'?"A voice said from behind.

"I didn't do it!" Mephiles jumped in alarm, arms up, feet apart.

"Oh, geez, Hedgehog, all I did was say hi."

Mephiles whirled around, just to see the person greeting him was Angel.

"Oh, well, what tha ya want?"Mephiles responded, in the same stupid tone in which Angel asked what he was doing.

"Hmm..whew, that looks cool,"Angel pointed at the front page of Mephiles' history test,"how much for it?"

"Not for sell, Angel,"Mephiles crossed his arms.

"Such pity, Mephiles the Hedgehog, with such an artistic talent, why, I bet you could get yourself and your poor parents outta misery,"he said, and started walking away.

Mephiles stood there and thought for a momment. Angel's got cash, dosen't he?

"Angel...wait!"Mephiles called out.(You have no idea how much strenght took him to say that..)

Angel stopped and walked toward him.

"Changed your mind?" he grinned.

"Depends...how much are you gonna give me for it?"

Angel handed something to Mephiles, which only made him frown.

"What is this suppost to be?" Mephiles asked angrily, as he held a quarter in front of Angel's face.

"Why, isin't that suppost to be a lot for you people?"

"Forget it,"Mephiles snarled.

"Fine, but keep it if you please...you'll need it."

And with that, Angel threw his head back and laughed as he disapered into the playground.

If Mephiles were to posesse as much strenght in his left arm as he had in his right, he would have strangled Angel to death a long time ago. How lucky was he?

Mephiles picked up his drawing from the ground.

"You're worth waaay more than that,"he said, looking into his masterpiece's reptilian irises eyes.

"You know, he looked so familiar...I can't figure it out, but I know my drawing meant something, I've seen him before,"he finished,"don't know where, but I know I have..."

Mephiles looked up and say his teacher's confused expression. Surely understanding this kid was going to be harder than what she thought.

"So you mean your problem is Angel..?"

Mephiles shuggred.

"I have lots of problems, actually,"he replied, and half-raised his left hand,"see? That's another one, my left hand isin't as strong as it's suppost to be, and therefore, I can't beat the crap outta anyone."

The teacher blinked.

"Wew, I never thought you were this way, Mephiles,"she said surprisingly,"but you don't need to put it in such ways, why, you seem to be dealing with self-pity."

"Self-pity?" Mephiles repeated."Is that a sickness? If it is, would it kill me?"

"Well...it's not a sickness,"she replied," but no one says it ain't harmful..."

"...Can I go away now?"Mephiles asked."I told ye what my recess is like, so..."

The teacher sighed.

"I guess you don't feel comfarble, and it's not like I could force you to talk to me, but that's ok..."she said, standing up,"why don't you tell how you feel and what you have in mind to people you actually trust?Maybe you will feel better."

"Yeah..."he said, sinking into his chair.

Like who..?

"Teacher to student hug?"she offered, with open arms.

Mephiles smiled shyly, and embraced his teacher.

"I don't know how I ever thought you were a witch,"he admitted,"you're actually...kinda nice."

The teacher chuckled at the kid's innocent comment. Why would anyone not like him?

"Well, anyway, recess is almost over, so we better get back to class."

Mephiles gave her a nod as he opened the door.

"Oh, and don't forget to talk yo your parents!"she called.

"Don't worry...I won't."

"And do you want me to have a talk with Angel perhaps?"she offered,"he can't keep bugging you like this-"

"Nah, it's not worthfit..."he said, as he scurried away.

The teacher stared as Mephiles dissapered into the deeper hallways.

"Yup, it's official,"she told herself,"the kid needs help."

3:34 p.m.

Mephiles couldn't help but to stare at the small piece of capboard. He'd never seen himself as...a baby before. His mom and dad posessed no single album of him younger than 6. And now, it was right in front of him, a small cute little chubby hedgehog(question is, which baby isin't? People, it's called 'Baby Fat', OK?).

But what he wondered was, how could he be so sure that that was him?

"Okay, so, let me get this straight..."he told himself slowly, placing his right hand over his forehead(apperently having a headache or something),"you think that they are bad people who-"

"Yup."

"You're crazy..."he shook his head,"Come on, Mephiles, you talk to yourself, you're doubting your parents, you practically get in mental fights with yourself, you think you're related to Solaris, you believe chickens could fly if they tried...how are you not crazy?"

He slapped his forehead and continued on walking to his house, kicking small rocks on the way outta boredom.

"Even if they weren't your parents,"he continued,"you love them. Why would you want to live with a family of strangers?"

"Ciao, sweety,"Sayonara greeted, sitting on a rocking chair by the door,"Com'è andata oggi? C'è qualcosa di sbagliato? Non sembri va bene ..."(English translation: How was your day? Is there something wrong? You do not seem okay...)

"Mom...you know I can't understand Italian..."

"Well, stop looking so depressed child,"she pointed out,"I thought you liked seeing me happy, but I'm not happy if you're not happy."

"Mommy..."Mephiles hesitated."Would you love me...if I wasn't your son?"

Sayonara blinked.

"What kinda question is that?"

"Just come with me!"he pleaded, pulling on her white dress.

"Azzo, va bene, va bene!"(English translation: Geez, okay, okay!)she exclaimed, as she followed Mephiles into the house.

"What all the fuss about?" Miguel asked,whom was sittin' on the sofa, putting down his newspaper.

"This is what's going on!" Mephiles practically screamed, holding up the small milk carton.

"Tell me yes or no is this me!"

"I-I-"Sayonara babbled in shock, it was all too fast. Minutes ago, she could have sworn this was a normal day. And now, there it was. The little kid she had found nearly 7 years ago.

"Do not 'I' me! Answer me!"

"Mephiles, this is rediculous-!"Miguel tried to back-up for Sayonara, but didn't got to finish.

"NO!" Saonara yelled, just so the two of them would shut up.

Silence.

Sayona turned to Miguel and both exchanged nods.

Then she turned back to Mephiles, and embraced him with all her might as two tears stremed down her cheeks from both eyes.

I am so very sorry, people! T_T
I know this took very long but I bearly started with this chapter about a week ago!

My grandfather died a month ago:'(
And I really loved him...

God bless all of you who supported me throughout the story...

Speacial thanks to Lucy Labrador and swiftshadow123.
Why?
BECAUSE THEY'RE NICE PEOPLE AND GOOD WRITERS, THAT'S WHY!;)

Question: Would it be okay to put smilies on certain sections of a chapter?
ex. when writting in a diary/notebook/chat room, etc.
Answer meeeeeeh!

Btw, Tashie, nope, I believe I did not gave Neo chocolate;)
But...Dakku looks suspicious...
Why?
'CUZ HE TRIED TO HYPNOTIZE ME WITH A POCKETWATCH!:O