Sonadow-Part 1: The Start

5 Hitting Realisation

Sonic
Thursday, September 4, 8:30 a.m. 

I clear my head, brush my teeth whilst I'm still in my pyjamas. My ears perk up to the sight of Devin in the mirror.

"How is that possible? You're a figment of my imagination," I gurgle with a mouth full of toothpaste.

"I'm not. If I was, you still wouldn't be able to shut me up; even if you wanted to."

I stop brushing my teeth to stare at him.

"So, how were you from last night? That "Shadow" of yours was HOT--"

KNOCK-KNOCK

I spit the white paste out of my minty mouth and sprint to the front-room. I almost fall over when I swing the door open wide.

"Hi," I wheeze, out of breath.

"Yeah... hi." Bonnie looks me up and down, judgementally.

"I'm... okay," I reassure him.

"Anyway, I'd like to inform you that the party starts at 8 p.m. tonight and the memorial is in half an hour, both in the sports hall. See you then."

Before I close the door, I give a thumbs up to him and a weak smile. I watch his scarlet eyes squint as the outside visibility narrows. Just as the metal railing is out of my sight, I lean my head against the door and sigh.

"Are you good?" Like an owl, my head snaps round in a heartbeat.

Shadow kinda stands around in his tight, black shorts and light-grey tank top with a dumb expression plastered on his face.

"Yeah. I was... you know..." I start, failing to make a sentence.

Shadow raises his left eyebrow.

"Ooh~ Lookie who we have here~" Devin pretends to drool and hearts float about him in cartoon style.

"Oh, get over yourself. I didn't even know it was him. And that was only once. It's not like I'm in love with him," I yap at him, annoyed.

"Typical. I feel a 'It's not like I'm in love with him' cliché coming on," Devin rolls his eyeballs.

I am brought back to reality when Shadow approaches me mid-thought. His face is inches away from mine, again. I can feel his breath on my neck. My eyes snap open.

"I'm gonna get changed. Bye!"

I zip out the living room and to my bedroom. I fumble to my wardrobe and snatch a royal-blue, baggy shirt and a pair of orange shorts that have white up-arrows along the sides. Slipping on some knee-high, neon-green socks and struggling to put on my power sneakers. I am hopping on one leg trying to put these damn shoes on. Once I succeed, in a flash, I bolt out the front-door. I saw Shadow on my way out, but I choose to ignore him. As I sprint down one of the staircases, I quickly look for a crowd of people. That is until I feel a tiny poke placed on my back.

"This way, idiot." Bonnie points behind me.

"Oh, thanks," I say, rubbing the base of my neck.

In the Sports Hall...
Thursday, September 4, 8:39 – 9:00 a.m. 

I follow Bonnie to what is supposed to be a memorial room. All I see is a statue in a room with some white, clothed tables. Devin floats beside me and ganders at all the new people. Turning to my right, I stare at Bonnie. He seems uncomfortable. I take advantage of this and tease him a bit.

"So... Lot of people, huh? Too much for you?"

He sighs and bites his bottom lip in distress. "Piss off," he hisses.