Yays for chapter 11! =D I still don't have any announcements so I'll just put the other thing that I usually put.

All characters (Except for Jo-Cher and the Original cast-not like they're in the chapter-) Are mine!

Enjoyy!

Oh wait I forgot XP Jo-Cher gets a little make over in this chapter.

Both Mom and Dad woke up in the morning at 8:30. They brushed their teeth and put on clothes that they needed for the day ahead. Dad with his business clothes and Mom with gardening clothes of shorts and a short sleeved shirt that had a sun flower on it. They were both walking down a small hallway when they could have sworn they smelled food cooking. They passed their son's bedroom seeing the door open and the room empty.
They looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess he got up early."

"He never had woken up early before though…" Mom said with confusion.

They walked down the stairs in a conversation of how Surf woke up early and turned to the kitchen to a surprising sight.

Surf was flipping pancakes with a pan in both of his hands. He had already changed to his usual pair of pants and the table had three plates which of one had four pancakes on it and the other two only had three. Next to the pancakes were sunny-side up eggs and bacon. (Oooh bacon :O)

Surf looked to the side of his vision seeing his parents at the entrance way with their mouths open.

"Oh hey you two! Was wondering when you guys would wake up." Surf threw the pancakes that were in the pans and they landed perfectly on top of the two pancake stacks that had only three pancakes.

Surf placed the pans inside the sink and turned the water on which caused a cloud of steam to arise. He blew the steam away and turned off the faucet.

"Since when could you cook son?" Dad asked as he sat in his usual seat which was at the end of the table on side away from Surf.
Surf pondered for a minute before answering.

"I have no idea. Guess it came with "The Replacement Project"." Surf immediately covered his mouth with his real hand after mentioning the project.

"The what project?" His mother questioned as she looked at her pancake stack.

"Uh… Pretend I never said that." Surf said quickly after he took his seat.

"Why's that?" Dad asked as he had a fork with a piece of pancake on it.

Surf stuffed his mouth with a pancake so that he wouldn't be able to talk. He pointed to his mouth singling "I can't talk with my mouth full."

Mom and Dad sweat dropped and started eating the surprise breakfast. Surf finished his share of the breakfast first due to the fact that he hasn't really eaten anything for a while. His parents finished soon after as he was drinking chocolate milk he got from the fridge.

"By the way Surf your mother and I have decided that you will be going back to school soon." His father mentioned.

Surf spit the chocolate milk that he had in his mouth all over the table.

"I don't think he likes the idea…" Mom said as she took the two plates to the sink to clean.

Surf grabbed a cloth and started cleaning the table but was complaining during the mean time.

"I had a horrible situation of bullying before the train thing but look at me!" Surf shouted as he threw his arms up.

"It's going to get ten times worse!" (If only he kneewww)

"Surf you need education and we can't really home school you." His father pointed out.

"But mom doesn't work!" Surf continued cleaning the table.

"Actually I recently got a job at an organization that grows fruits and vegetables for the public." Mom said as she dried her hands.

Surf groaned at the thought of having to go to school again.

"Aww don't worry it's not going to be that bad…" Dad reassured.

"Not that bad?!" Surf echoed.

"It's going to be horrible!" He closed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Mom grew a sad look and started patting her son on the back but then remembered something that she immediately blurted out.
"The crook! Who was the crook Surf?!"

Surf had a face of confusion as he looked at his mom.

"The crook?" He questioned.

"The one who killed you!... Someone did kill you right?" She replied.

"Oh him. I already took care of that guy." Surf went back to when he threw the cat at the police car. He chuckled at the thought.

"You did?" His parents both asked at the same time.

"Yeah I found him trying to mug an old chipmunk woman when I was on my way here. I threw him at a police car after I knocked him out." Surf had a silly face on when he explained what happened.

"That's my boy!" His dad praised.

Surf was happy but then the thought of school came crawling back into his mind. His ears drooped and he sighed.

"So when will I have to go back?"

"When you feel that you're ready." His dad replied as he left the kitchen room and to the T.V in the living room.

Mom left the house and went to the front to tend to the front yard garden. Surf on the other hand finished cleaning the table and retreated to his room to have some time to think.

It's been five hours since breakfast and Dad went to work while Mom spent the time adding some new plants to the garden. Surf was upstairs in his room drawing on a big note pad to get his mind out of school. He sat on his window sill with the window opened.

Mom wiped some sweat from her fore head as she just finished planting some petunias next to the pink roses. She sat back and admired her sea of flowers of all shapes and sizes.

"Those are some nice flowers you got there." She heard someone from her right say. She looked to see a crazy looking hedgehog next to her looking at the flowers. She squeaked and jumped away to her left.

Surf heard the squeak and looked down below seeing the crazy hedgehog near his mother. He strained his ears to hear what they were saying.

Surf's mom scoffed when she realized it was Jo-Cher who was next to her.

"Oh it's you. I thought you left."

"Well you thought wrong." Jo-Cher didn't take her eyes of the flowers as she spoke.

Surf frowned and placed his note pad and pencil on the sill and left to some unknown location.

"Jo-Cher was it?" Mom asked.

"Yes."

"Well Jo-Cher don't you have a family to get to?"

Jo-Cher frowned once she heard family but smiled again and started chuckling.

"No…" She said with a hint of insanity.

Surf's mom gave Jo-Cher a look of confusion but she thought that she shouldn't mention her family again. Jo-Cher looked at Surf's mom with a curious smile and then back at the flowers again.

However, from up above Surf came back with a bucket, a bucket full of water. (What else…) Surf looked over the edge of the window sill and threw the bucket down at Jo-Cher.

Jo-Cher didn't know what hit her when water splashed all over her followed by a bucket slamming onto her head.

Surf was leaning over the sill with a wide smile.

"That's payback for dumping that hot water on me when I was sleeping." Surf called out while Jo-Cher slowly took the bucket off her head.

Surf started laughing to the point that he was giving himself a cramp. He was too busy to notice that Jo-Cher had given him a rare sad look but was soon replaced with an angry face. Surf opened his eyes seeing that Jo-Cher's white make up was running but also her purple color…

"Whoa hang on a minute! You're not purple?!"

He also noticed the purple color of her shirt was now turning blue. Jo-Cher's head was replaced with an oldey looking dark green color.

"Only my head Surf! Only my head!" Jo-Cher threw the bucket at Surf.

Surf failed to dodge the bucket as it hit him square in the fore head. He fell backwards with a red mark in the place of where the bucket hit him.

"Hey! No one-"Surf's mom was going to yell at Jo-Cher but she already disappeared leaving a puddle of white and purple make up.

Mom rushed inside the house and into Surf's room to see him on the ground rubbing his fore head with the bucket nearby.

"Aww sweetie are you okay?" Mom went on her knees and tried to see the damage.

"I'm fine ma…" Surf slapped his mom's hand away when she tried to get his hand off of his fore head.

"Are you sure?" She asked; not convinced.

"Yes mother… I've been through worse." Surf reassured.

"Worse?! What do you mean worse?" She asked as she went into a protective mode.

"I'll talk about it later!" Surf quickly said.

And with that his mom left the room and once again back to the front yard to clean up. Surf was glad that he didn't have to explain all of the things that happened to him when he was at The Facility but he guessed that his parents are going to make him explain eventually. He stood up with the bucket in hand and put it back to where he found it. He looked at the mirror in the wall and saw a tiny bit of redness left on his fore head from the hit.

"It'll go away…" He mumbled to himself as he sat on the window sill again.

He grabbed his note pad and handy dandy pencil and continued his previous drawing of a flying eagle. It was in detail showing the eagle sinking it's talons into the water of a lake to catch a near surface fish. He finished the drawing officially after about an hour and was bored. He looked to the sky seeing birds flying gracefully in the wind. He watched them disappear over the horizon and then directed his attention to his mechanical hand. He frowned at the clinking sounds he made with his knife-like fingers.

"Why did they have to make them so sharp?" Surf hissed as he accidentally cut his real finger from poking at them. He put his finger in his mouth which followed by the taste of blood.

"Knives are dangerous you know." Someone said in a creepy way.

Surf looked at the edge of the window sill seeing the now green headed Jo-Cher hanging on. She somehow got her make up back on.

Surf took his finger out of his mouth so that he could speak.

"Since when did you have a green head?"

"Forever…" She creepily replied.

"And how did you get your make up on so quickly?"

"Secret…"

Surf frowned since Jo-Cher wasn't really answering his questions the way he expected.

"Why did you even color your head and shirt purple anyway?"

"People would keep saying "How come you have a green head and purple body?" or "That's just weird!" so I decided to end it by coloring my head purple." She did one of those annoyed mimicking voices on the quotes.

'Finally a straight answer.'

"And what about the shirt?" He continued to ask.

"Just felt like it."

"Interesting…" Surf threw his note pad and pencil atop his bed.

He hopped off the window sill to get a band aid for his finger from one of his drawers.

"Nice room you got here." Surf looked to see Jo-Cher sitting on the window sill now.

"And who said you could come in!" He stated as he stomped back to the sill.

"Well hey you didn't say that I couldn't come in." She countered.

Surf stopped half way to the sill and crossed his arms.

"Well said."

He turned back around to his dresser to get the band aid. He was shuffling everything in the drawer when Jo-Cher started annoying him.

"Did you get a boo boo?"

Surf eyed her but put his attention back to the drawer.

"Do you need mommy to kiss it to make it feel bwetter." She was talking in a baby fashion now.

Surf didn't look at her this time but was growing a frown.

"Daaww is someone going to cry for an ittie bitty cut."

Surf slammed the drawer he was looking in.

"God freaking! Jo-Cher why must you do this to me!"

He threw himself onto his bed after yelling.

"Because it's funny." She replied.

Surf looked at Jo-Cher annoyingly for about the millionth time but noticed that she was wearing a purple trench coat now.
"Where did you get that?"

"Get what?" She asked all innocently.

"That trench coat…" Surf pointed at it.

"Oh this old thing… I know a guy." She looked away when she said the second part of the sentence.

Surf looked at her weirdly but decided that he shouldn't ask about the "Guy". He placed his head on a pillow and looked at the ceiling again.

"School problems?" Jo-Cher asked with an accent of sorts.

"You little eaves dropper…" Surf mumbled.

"How did you know it wasn't just a lucky guess?!" She exclaimed.

"Well did you guess?" He put his real hand behind his head.

"Oh no you were right about me eaves dropping. I was just saying about the guessing."

Surf sweat dropped.

"Yeah I have school problems." He reluctantly confessed.

"Why am I not surprised?"Jo-Cher teased.

"Hey!" Surf picked himself up with his arms and looked at Jo-Cher sternly.

"I'm only kidding! Why do you have to be so serious?"

Surf grunted and fell back on his bed.

"Mainly because you're never serious and always dangerous."

"Aww thank yoouu." Jo-Cher chirped.

"It wasn't supposed to be a compliment…"

"Well I take it as one!"

Surf sighed and put himself into a sitting position.

"I'm bored."

"I bet you are!"

Surf ignored her and picked up his drawing utensils to start doodling again.

"Whatcha drawin?" Jo-Cher asked when Surf hadn't even put the pencil tip on the paper.

"I haven't even started drawing yet!" Surf exclaimed.

Jo-Cher hummed a happy tune when Surf was thinking what to draw; her humming wasn't helping with the thinking. Surf could have sworn that he heard his name a couple of times.

"Are you singing about me or something?" Surf asked.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because I keep hearing my name." He said as he pointed his pencil at Jo-Cher.

"Well I'm sure not saying it." She stated.

Surf gave her one more weird look before he finally decided what to draw and started. While he was drawing Jo-Cher started humming again, which kept breaking his concentration.

However, during the concentration breaks he heard his name again.

"You so are humming my name!" He declared.

"Nuh huh!" She defended.

"Oh what? Is the air whispering my name or something?!"

"Maybe you're just going crazy!" She stated.

"Right… Like there's a chance of that happening."

Jo-Cher looked away guiltily and said nothing more. After a moment she pressed the button on her bracelet and disappeared once again. Surf started getting some ideas of why she acted like that.

'Could it be?... Naahh.'

He denied the possibility of what he thought and continued on with his drawing. Surf lost track of time as it went. After a while he heard the front door open and closed. He thought that his dad must have arrived home from work. Soon after the sound of the door closing he heard his dad calling his name. He threw his note pad and pencil somewhere and rushed downstairs. He slid down the railing as he landed perfectly and looked to his left but he didn't see his parents in the living room.

'They must be in the kitchen.'

He walked and turned the corner seeing his mom and dad sitting in their usual seats at the dinner table. Mom was drinking tea but stopped to say.

"Now Surf. You said you went through a lot to get back home with us."

"Yeah…" Surf leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"You probably knew that we were going to ask what happened sooner or later." She happily said.

"I anticipated that you were going to ask."

"But I can't really say all of the details since those are, how would you say, classified." Surf stated.

"Like that project thing you said earlier." Dad mentioned.

"Yeah that. I wasn't really supposed to tell anyone that. Which includes you guys." Surf pointed out.

"Oh we understand sweetie just tell us what you can. But we just have one question."

Surf perked his ears up to listen.

"How did you meet that strange girl?" Mom asked with anxiety.

"Well it doesn't start out too pretty." Surf said as he took a seat at the table.

He explained all he could which mainly contained of how he met Jo-Cher, The Course, the meet up with Sonic and friends, and the trip through the woods. As well as when he found his attacker.

Surf finished after about an hour of talking which made his mouth really dry. He went to the fridge and took a water bottle out. He closed the fridge and leaned against it while drinking but saw the look of his parents' face which was full of wonder. He chuckled and pointed that out.

"You guys should see the look on your faces."

They shook their heads and looked at Surf with uncertainty.

"That's quite a bit of danger that you dealt with don't you think son?" Dad rubbed his head from all the information Surf just gave them.

"Well I'm fine and alive so why does it matter?" He crunched the empty bottle and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"Because you could have ended up the opposite of how you are right now." Mom stated.

"But I'm not, now am I?" Surf countered.

"That's not the point son. You could have gotten really hurt! Or worse!" Dad stood up from his seat getting into an angry parent mode.

"I already went to the "Or worse" part a while ago…"

Dad couldn't admit it but he was totally beat in that statement. He sighed and sat back down in his seat to think of something else to say which left Mom for a round.

"But sweetie there was a chance that you could have not come back to us."

"Gotta take chances in life mom."

"But the chances you took were extremely dangerous Surf…" She cried.

"I know they were very dangerous but it was the only way!"

"Surf you don't understand…"

"Do I really need to understand mom?" Surf asked.

"I guess not now. But soon you will…" She warned.

Surf became worried for a minute since he didn't know what his mother meant by that but he pushed the worries away.

"By the way I've decided that I should go to school tomorrow." Surf hesitantly said.

Mom and Dad looked surprised at how quickly their son had decided when to go.

"Are you sure you're ready?" His mom asked.

"Yeah I'm sure…"

Mom and Dad looked at each other with worry from their son's answer.

If you're going to go to school tomorrow than you should get ready for bed." Dad suggested.

Surf nodded his head and went to ready himself for what lies ahead for tomorrow.

He took a bath and went into his pjs as well as packing up for school, which was basically putting his notebook and pencils in a bag. At around 9:00 he went to bed with thoughts that kept his up for most of the night. Whenever he was finished thinking one thought another thought came up to annoy him further. The thoughts were mainly about what everyone was going to think of him when he arrived at school and how much worse the bullying was going to get. (IF ONLY HE KNEW) After a couple of hours of endless thinking he fell asleep with his final thought of being.

'Jo-Cher will probably stalk me to school'

Dad got up from bed earlier than usual to get Surf up for school. He entered the bedroom with a cup of ice and in his normal business clothes for later in the day. He dumped the ice on Surf which made Surf jumped up and yell.

"I'm awake!"

His dad let out a couple of chuckles from the outburst.

"I forgot how funny it is waking you up like that."

"Ah ha ha very funny…" Surf said with sarcasm.

Dad laughed a little bit more before saying.

"Well I'll leave you to change and have breakfast while I'll go downstairs to check how the weather is going to be today."

Dad left and Surf changed to his same old pants. As he was throwing his pjs in the dirty clothes basket in the corner of his room he felt someone was watching him.

"Jo-Cher how did you get in this time…" He said before he looked behind himself.

Next to the bed Jo-Cher appeared out of thin air.

"You left the window open." She snickered as she pointed to the obviously open window.

"I really need to make a To-Do list of things I need to do before I go to sleep." Surf murmured to himself.

"Funny how you think I didn't hear that."
Surf eyed her as he closed the window.

"Hey I need to get out somehow you know!" She exclaimed.

"There something in this world called a front door."

Jo-Cher pouted as she crossed her arms.

"How am I going to get out the front door with your dad downstairs?"

"Open it." Surf said plainly as he put on his yellow bag backpack on.

"I know I have to open it but he doesn't know I'm up here now does he?" She questioned as she continued to pout.

Surf groaned since what Jo-Cher said was true.

"Well you got in by following me and my dad in like two days ago so why can't you just do the same when I'm leaving?" Surf stated.

Jo-Cher looked at the ceiling and thought for a minute.

"I can do that."

"Okay now that we got that straightened out I'm going to go have some breakfast." Surf opened the door to leave his room.

"And I'll follow!" Jo-Cher shouted as she disappeared again.

"Shhh my parents are going to hear you." Surf whispered.

Surf went downstairs and entered the kitchen with his dad listening to the forecast in the living room. Surf went to a cabinet above the sink and took out some cereal. (Not saying what kind) He took milk and sugar from the fridge with the cereal and bowl already on the table. He sat on a chair next to the cereal box and dumped some cereal into the bowl. It seemed too quiet until it was broken by Jo-Cher.

"Whatcha eating there?" The voice seemed to be coming from nowhere.

"Jo-Cher you're not supposed talking! What if my dad hears you?" Surf hissed as he poured the milk and sugar.

"Fine god!"

"Shhhh!" Surf shushed with a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

Surf hurried to finish his breakfast in fear that Jo-Cher wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut but she managed. He placed the bowl and spoon in the sink and hurried to the door. He opened it enough for someone to pass through but he didn't leave without saying bye to his dad who was still watching the morning news.

"Bye dad and wish me luck!"

"Well good luck then sport. Hope everything goes fine." His dad said.

Surf felt a wind go past him which meant Jo-Cher left. He highly doubted that anything will go fine at school but he had hope. He left the house and as soon as he closed the door Jo-Cher appeared.

"That's better."

Surf started walking with Jo-Cher nearby.

"So what school do you go to?"

Surf opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by another question.

"Does everyone hate you or something?"

"Do the teachers bully you too?"

"Why does everyone hate you so much?"
"Were you even bullied in kindergarten?"

"You're doing this to annoy me aren't you?" Surf asked back.

Jo-Cher only started humming and ignored Surf's questioned but that basically answered the question for Surf.

'Taking that as a yes…"

Jo-Cher skipped out of sight which left Surf to walk alone by a road that he follows to school. It was usually a fifteen minute walk but he walked extra slow. The road was usually empty of cars which let Surf unknown by anybody as he walked along. He could see the tall pole of his school up ahead which made him extra nervous. When he could see all of the school he could hear the distant sound of the school bell ringing.

'At least everyone will be in class when I go to the principal's office.' Surf thought as some of his anxiety left him.

He arrived at the school and stood in front of the entrance way. The door was still open for kids who were late which meant him. He sighed and heard someone walking up from behind him.

"Nervous much?" Jo-Cher asked.

"No!" Surf lied.

"Riigggghhhhtttt…" Jo-Cher pretended to be convinced as she opened the door and entered the dreaded school.

Surf opened the door as soon as it closed but Jo-Cher disappeared once again.

'Dang it Jo-Cher you don't even know this place!' He thought as he entered.

The school was one of the bigger schools in its district so it takes a while to get from the entrance of the school to the principle office. He walked the quiet hallways passing classrooms and heard the teachers teaching the day's lesson. The floor had green and white squares in the common pattern you see all the time. The lockers were the usual blue but once in a while there would be a locker without a door. The school saved energy by dimming the lights during class time so as you can imagine the hallways was pretty dark. Surf adjusted to the light and managed to make out the plate that he was looking for that said "Principal's Office". He stood in front of the door and sighed.

"Here we go…"

Surf wouldn't have to be so nervous if he knew! D=

Well he'll find out in the next chapter

I hope you enjoyed this chapter =D