Forget Me Not (A Sonic High School AU)

Stranger in a Foreign Land

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sheesh, I dunno what's up with me and my liking for pitting Sonic and Tails against each other, lol. I'm aware there are lots of people who are opposed to that idea (including me too, actually, to a very small extent) so hopefully this'll be the last story of this kind that I make because it's starting to get boring for some of you, I bet.

Anyway, I'm trying something new here where I (at least try to) write this story in first person. I'm aware that it does impose some limitations, but... I dunno, it seemed cool in my head. Again, it's also something new for me to try where I can use a lot more casual vocab and writing style since I'm not writing as some sorta omniscient narrator with a vast and fine array of vocabulary, but as a simple teenage boy imagining himself telling a personal story to whomever might be listening. But to be honest, after reading some other fanfics and knowing that the former approach (3rd person narrator + elaborate, fancy diction) is the more dominant one, I'm not sure if I could pull this off really well. But... again, I'll try. Oh and since this is an AU (a free license to legalize excessive author freedom, maybe?), expect lots of OOC moments since character personalities, traits (mainly age), and their standings with others might be altered wildly.

Also I personally don't like posting stories that are half-done and would rather just post the entire complete thing all at once, but I've noticed that that's not the way most people roll around here, so... yeah, expect some pretty long breaks between chapters since by the time I'm writing this, I'm a 3rd year student which means that I need to start worrying about my thesis, and it's definitely not gonna be easy.

Finally, I wanna give a shoutout to WishMasteria on DeviantArt for being the creator of the original concept for this AU, for allowing me to write this fanfic based off of said AU, and for allowing me to use their art as the cover. I also wanna give another shoutout to John, an American friend of mine who helped me with making sure that my depiction of the high school is as accurate to a generic American high school as possible. And yes, even though this obviously doesn't take place in the US, I feel like it would fit since I want the school to have an American football team and most of my readers are probably from the US or familiar with US culture, or at the very least have seen how American high schools are depicted in movies and stuff.

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Hi. My name's Miles Prower but most people call me Tails. By the way, who am I telling this story to? ...ehh, I guess it's just my mind rambling again to itself. Is it really, though? I dunno.

Anyway, my parents moved out from our hometown of Green Hills to Emerald Coast because my dad has a work project there. And that means soon I'll be "the new kid" at Emerald High. We moved in around two weeks too late to catch up with the beginning of the new study year in fall, so I didn't have the chance to blend in with the other freshmen. I know, right? Being the new kid in both school and town. Doesn't that feel a bit scary? At least that's what I felt when I parked my bike and looked at everyone around me for my first day at school. I could just feel how a lot of the other kids in the parking lot were staring at me, particularly at my twin tails that I've had since birth—hence the nickname. But, I just try to ignore them most of the time. I've had that kinda treatment all the way back to elementary so I'm quite used to it.

So I passed all those silently glaring and judging eyes and kept on walking to the school's entrance. I thought the worst was over already, but oh boy was I wrong. Because after that, a group of tall-looking kids in yellow-gray letterman jackets started blocking my way. There was a red echidna, a crocodile, and a green hawk. By the looks of them, I can already tell these were the local bullies/jocks. It was already pretty obvious from the first glance; how they're always bunching up together, loitering around in the hallways, their posture, all that stuff. I've always hated their kind. I tried not to make eye contact with them, but I guess my tails were just that much of an attraction magnet to them. This was one of those days where I wish I never had them. I mean I've grown to them over the years, but there are just some days where they can be a pain in the butt.