AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm writing this part of the a/n halfway through writing this chapter and I gotta say: this has to be the one of most screwed-up chapters I've ever written. It's lowkey torture. Just... be warned. No, it doesn't involve blood or anything gruesome, but it does involve toilets.
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It's been around three weeks since the whole "lockered and binned" incident happened. On the bright side of things, I've been getting a lot closer with my new friends. Guess I finally found the perfect social circle after years of being excluded from any. In this circle there's Charmy, Cream, Blaze, and Silver. Speaking of Charmy and Cream, I got them to join the tech club as pseudo-members. Luckily, none of their afterschool clubs and activities clashed with the tech club's gathering, so they often come by to just hang out, listen to Silver talk about computers and technology, or even do homework on the side (since we gather in the library which is, as you know, the perfect place for that kinda stuff). I swear, Silver's never been happier ever since those two volunteered to be put as pseudo-members. He finally got his dream of managing a legit club of his own interests and I'm glad for him. I'm sure Blaze is glad for him too.
Although lately, I've a feeling the tech club has become more of a... "close friends club" (if that makes sense) rather than an actual tech club. Don't get me wrong, I mean Silver still likes to talk about computers now and then, —he even showed us his stack of computer catalogs that he's been collecting on our last gathering—but at other times, tech club gatherings were basically just... casual hangouts. We'd have small chats about life, school, whatever worries we had on our minds, and just try to help each other the best we could. The guys have also been a great help with me trying to move on from Sonic.
Ah, speaking of the guy though... on the darker side of things, those bullies just won't stop bothering me and my friends. As more time passed by, they got a lot more aggressive. I mean, just two weeks ago, I was given a wedgie, given an Indian burn on my right arm that lasted for nearly a day, had itching powder put into the back of my shirt when I was having lunch in the cafeteria, and had a stink bomb put into my gym shoes (how they even managed to break into my locker to put them in, I had no idea). Imagine, all of that. In just one week. Bunch of psychopaths.
And yet despite all of that, they still have the nerve to come to me for help with their homework. Can you believe it? Just how shameless can a person be? Just last week, they gave me the very kinda homework that I feared: English essays. I mean, I can tolerate doing math, physics, and other hard science homework, but English? Especially essays? Do they not realize the amount of effort I've to put into this one? How I have to make each essay unique from the other so that the teachers won't suspect a thing? The number of stories, proses, and what not that I've to make up because I'm just not that good in English? Besides, the only reason I've been helping them is because they use violence to threaten me into doing it.
But... anyway, it's the start of another day as I slowly come back into my senses after last night's sleep. But, that's strange... my alarm didn't make a sound at all. Either I woke up too early, or... oh no. Hopefully it's not the latter. I slowly peeled my eyes open and... aww crap, class starts half an hour from now! That's exactly how long it takes for me to go from my house to school! So, I immediately jumped outta bed, panicking, brushed my teeth and washed my face, skipping shower (but never skipping deodorant) and breakfast, got dressed, grabbed my bag, and ran frantically downstairs to get on my bike.
I pedaled like a madman to school, quickly parked and got off the bike, and with whatever stamina I had left, ran inside the school. The hallways were empty because everyone's already in their classes. And when I finally got to the front of my class' door, I could hear the teacher's voice already in there. Great. I'm screwed. This is gonna look really bad for me since I very rarely come late to school. But, then again, what other choice do I have? Skip class? No way, I couldn't bring myself to do that. So, fearing for what might happen next, I open the door looking like an absolute mess, out of breath, and covered in sweat. And then immediately everyone, especially the teacher, started to look at me. It's the worst feeling ever.
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Forget Me Not (A Sonic High School AU)
Fiksi PenggemarReunited by fate, Tails has been enrolled into the same high school as Sonic after 5 years of him disappearing without a word. But Tails is about to find out that his best (and perhaps only) friend since childhood has changed for the worse. How coul...
