Chapter 8

A LETTER…

Sonic picked himself out of bed earlier than he ever had before, not wanting to add another alarm clock to a already growing causality list. Getting some clothes on, he got a pot of coffee going and poured himself a cup.

Holding the piping hot cup of brew, he walked outside to the front porch; stretched, and looked for the morning paper. He saw it by the mailbox and after picking up the paper, he opened his mail box and was surprised to find a huge bundle of letters inside, so big the mail carrier had to wrap it in rubber bands and even they were looking like they were about to snap. He picked up the almost two-inch stack and brought it back inside with him. Sifting through it sixteen of them were advertisements to get him to get some type of credit card or gift card. After pushing aside the last Chaos Credit letter four letters were left, the first one he picked up had typed in the return address:

ElecSonics INC

Metropolis, District 32, Building #26

Sonic threw it away even faster than he read it mumbling under his breath, "Why is that fucker writing me all of a sudden?"

He picked up the next one, the return address read:

The Angle Island Health Clinic

Sky District, Apt # 14

Sonic ripped it open as fast as he could inside was her unmistakable hand writing, it read:

"Dear Son, It's been awhile since I heard from you.

How have you been? I am doing fine, well at least getting better.

The disease is letting up enough for me to walk again."

Sonic let out a sigh of relief she was getting better, he kept reading:

"Though now I am having serious coughing fits.

Ha, ha, ha, it's one thing after another."

Sonic was slightly worried about the coughing, though he couldn't help but chuckle, only his mom would laugh about this sickness.

"I heard about what happened a month ago."

"How did she know?" Sonic thought, "How did she hear about that?"

"What you are thinking right now is, 'How did she hear about that?'

I heard it from your father when he divorced me."

"WHAT!" Sonic shouted, enraged that bastard could do such a heartless thing to the woman who needed him the most.

Now of all times when she was sick, and he divorced her?

It took everything in Sonic not to get in his car and drive to Metropolis that second. He calmed down when he read:

"Knowing you Sonic you are getting angry.

I want you to calm down before you do something without thinking.

Don't worry about me; your father wasn't the only one who had contacts.

I know a lot of people, so I managed to make friends in high places before I got sick.

And I made more after the divorce.

They are letting me stay here for free, no strings, no insurance, just for free."

Sonic was so happy to hear that, it made him forget about his anger. Leave it to his mom to find a way to get through something.

"I wish I could be there to hug you.

And please write me back and tell me your side of the story.

Love, Mom."

Sonic jumped up almost immediately, found a pen and paper, and started writing, telling her his side of the incident, and telling her the new school, the students, and his friends, and all the hair-brained stuff he had gotten caught up in. By the time he had finished writing he could have sent it to a publishing company.

The right-sized envelope to hold all the pages could only be found at the post office in town, Sonic checks his watch: 7:55. He wanted to mail it today but school started in 15 minutes. If he took his car to school the girls might think he was showing off and with the new SD3 threat it could end up being painted, stripped, or stolen before first period was even over. In fact, only the garage saved it from the vandalism on his house yesterday. He didn't want to know what would have happened if it had been outside that day.

Sonic checked his watch again and made up his mind. He didn't have the time to think it over, he was going to drive.

He grabs his keys and heads for the garage, inside was a beautiful white sports car that looked similar to a RX-7 but with a sleeker look and more curves that made it look like a spaceship than a car. Sonic was proud of his car or more so of his workmanship since he built this car from the ground up even the engine, which made him again think about what could happen to it.

Sonic made to the post office and went inside, and went up to the woman at the desk.