Sonicphobia

Chapter Five: The Syllabus

I glanced in a cautious manner towards the dining room table as if there was a bomb placed on it. My breathing became hitched and uneven when I noticed what appeared to be a blue uniform that was the same shade of cobalt as Sonic. It was just folded on the table, and I had a bad feeling that refusing to put it on would result in Sonic getting a little bit irritable. I unfurled the folded thing from its folded position, and I gasped in shock since I was not prepared in the slightest at what I was seeing. It was a floor length dress with a white sash around the waist and the hem of the dress. A gold buckle was on the waist, and a pair of white gloves similar to Sonic's gloves were lying next to the dress. A pair of red and white shoes were sitting next to the desk. They looked almost exactly like Sonic's except they are roughly my foot size instead of his.

I turned back to Sonic, stunned that he would get me a beautiful dress for something as mundane as school. There was no way in hell that this gorgeous thing could possibly be my uniform. I was almost expecting something blander and more boring since Sonic was sending me to his school, but I didn't expect it to be beautiful. He apologized lightly, "Al, I'm still feeling awful over what had happened with you and the werehog. I don't know if I could make it up to you, kid. That was indeed uncalled for on my end. You did not deserve to be branded by a werehog in that particular way. But you do deserve a uniform that is as beautiful as you." His voice sounded sincere, making it surprisingly hard to hold any type of grudge against him after what happened last night. I shrugged, trying to hide my shame in holding a grudge. I decided that it was a good idea to thank and forgive him somehow. I silently picked up my uniform and headed to the bathroom to try it on.

I shut the door silently after thanking him. I was pretty thankful that Sonic was being respectful of my personal boundaries and not watching me try on the uniform. I slipped into my uniform, my new mark bright blue on my pale arm. I mumbled to myself, tugging a stray hair out of my face, "Well, Sonic should know that if I'm not mad at him, he might be doing something wrong. He made a bad call as a werehog, but it was probably for my own good."

I knew that Sonic had his reasons for marking me as his human daughter, but I had no idea how secretive he really is about his own affairs, since he told me that he runs a school. He didn't really say anything else. I tried to pry at the blue hedgehog a few times, but I got a comment that completely deflected my questions. That is really scary when you think about it. Combining secretive and unpredictable is a bad combination, and unfortunately, some smartass decided to roll both traits into a neat, spiky, blue package that is called Sonic the Hedgehog (Cough, cough, Yugi Naka, cough).

I was surprised that the uniform fit well... to be honest, it fit me a bit too perfectly. I started hating the new uniform from the get-go because it was so frilly and nothing like what I would normally wear. I would gladly take jeans and a shirt over a floor length dress any day of the week. I slipped into those shoes, which were surprisingly comfy. I performed the toe test on the sneakers one more time just to be sure. The red and white sneakers still fit perfectly, even though I thought the color did not work well with the dress. I think Sonic was going for his own color scheme when he made this uniform or used it as a way of marking me as his daughter. Either way, the uniform screamed, This is Sonic's daughter. Don't touch unless you want problems. Then I tried on the gloves. They were surprisingly a perfect fit despite the fact that my hands are small. If anything, the fabric made my hands look a little larger, but not by much.

I tried opening the door with the gloves on, only to discover that it is a real pain in the ass to grip the handle. I stared at the gloves, then at the doorknob. I wondered, How did he open doors? So, I slipped the gloves in my pockets and opened the door. I groaned, showing my irritation. I thought to myself as I shoved the gloves in my pockets (yes, the dress thing does indeed have pockets), I have a bad feeling that these gloves are going to be my downfall. I slipped into the kitchen and sat down in front of Sonic. He was trying to hide his laughter at my doorknob fail, but he wasn't doing a good job. His spikes were shaking from the pressure of keeping the laugh contained. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, trying to ignore his attempt to not laugh at me. I finally decided to make his laugh heard, so I told him my favorite joke.