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Sonic the Hedgehog: The Grind

Chapter 1

“Rise an’ shine, sonny boy!”

Sonic T. Hedgehog let out a muffled groaned, not bothering to lift his blue head from his pillow. “Go’way Unca Chuck…”

“Aw, c’mon, Sonic, ya gotta check out this sunrise with me!” the elderly hedgehog insisted cheerfully, smiling down at his nephew, “There’s nothin’ like getting to see the start of a brand-new day after a long night’s work…” he took a deep breath, glad for once that his lone blood relative had forgotten (as always) to close the window to his room before shutting the shades.

“Right…” the teen mumbled, turning his head just enough to view his uncle through one half-open eye, “What were you doin’ workin’ all night long?”

“Just repair work - gotta pay the bills somehow; I get paid higher rates as a 24/7 handyman,” Charles explained casually, twisting the shades open. The early morning rays of the sun immediately flooded into the room, casting its orange tinge onto everything from the worn, beige, several-years too old carpeting to his nephew’s recently-opened eye.

The young hedgehog cringed. “What time is it?” he asked, burying his face back into his pillow.

“6:00,” Uncle Chuck replied, his upbeat tone of voice further belaying the fact that his body was, in fact, quite tired (he liked to think he was still young enough to run himself ragged in his work without consequence, but spirit and body usually found this to be a source of disagreement), “Thought you might like time to prepare for school for once,” he chuckled dryly.

“Aww, when have I ever needed time to prepare…for anything?” Sonic asked, propping himself up on his elbows to flash his guardian a cheeky grin.

The light-blue hedgehog couldn’t help but laugh, “Fair enough, son,” he patted the young humanoid (as the government was kind enough to classify their large, second-class citizenry) on the shoulder gently, “Well, it was just a thought. Coffee’s in the pot for ya,” he explained, heading back towards the door to his nephew’s room, “You have work today?”

At this, Sonic’s smile faded, “Ugh, yeah…”

“See you tonight then,” Chuck said, his good mood not to be deterred, waving shortly as he exited the room.

“Right…” There was no getting back to sleep now that he was awake, so the blue-furred teenage just yawned, stretching like a cat beneath his sheets before sitting up completely. ‘Man, school doesn’t start for another hour and a half…what am I supposed ta do for that long?’ Scratching at his side, his gaze fell on his open window – more specifically, the window adjacent to it on the house next door. ‘Well I suppose I could spread the love of a sunrise…’

Sonic slipped out of bed, clad only in his boxers and socks, then began to fumble about for a pair of jeans that he hadn’t worn more than twice. As the anatomy for the various species of ‘humanoid’ and humans weren’t identical, clothing wasn’t really necessary, but the government decreed by law that “any creature capable of cognitive thought and speech must maintain the predetermined sense of public decency with regards to nudity, whether the body be covered in skin or fur.” No one gave it much thought anymore, especially not an eighteen-year old high school senior.

He snapped his gloves into place, one hand running down his spikes instinctively. Once fully clothed in an ensemble that included baggy jeans (which refused to stay up high enough for school standards even with a belt, due to his extremely lithe waist) and the nearest T-shirt, he stepped into his signature red shoes, fully prepared to face the grind of another day. Well, almost, ‘Hope there’s a lotta coffee…’

* * *

‘Man, I haven’t scaled this wall in a while – wish his dad hadn’t torched our old rope ladder…’ Sonic backed up slowly, nearly touching the wall of his own dwelling, cracking his neck back and forth once. He leapt forward, time itself seeming to slow around him as he did so, his super-speed kicking in as his legs churned gracefully, allowing him to literally run up the side of the wall to the window. He perched awkwardly on the sill, rapping his knuckles sharply on the glass.

Inside the dark room, Knuckles T. Echidna snorted in his sleep. Something was tapping in the background of what was until this moment a very pleasant dream. And it wasn’t stopping. With a moan and a grunt he forced himself out of bed, stumbling groggily across the room to the source of the noise. “What the hell…?” he muttered, yanking on the drawstring of the blinds on his window.

Sonic smiled widely, waving curtly, “Mornin’!”

“GAH!!” the echidna let out a yelp and staggered backwards, clutching his chest, “What the fuck?! What’re you doing up here??”

“Just visiting my best pal,” the hedgehog replied brightly, “Open up, it’s cold out here.”

“Jeezus, gimme a heart attack why don’t you…” Knuckes grumbled, stepping forward to slide the glass pane upward.

“So sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep…” the other replied mockingly, hopping inside his best friend’s room.

“Oh shut up…” the red-furred one mumbled, shutting the window again quickly, “Why are you up so early anyway?”

“Uncle Chuck felt the need to ‘share the glory of the sunrise’ with me, so I thought I’d pass along the sentiment,” Sonic griped, folding his arms across his chest, “Trust me, it wasn’t to get my daily viewing of tighty-whitey-wear…”

His face glowing an even deeper shade of red, Knuckles grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and shoved them on embarrassedly. “Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”

“C’mon, who else would spend all their time in detention with you?” Sonic chuckled, raising an eye-ridge at the echidna.

He scowled. The blue delinquent was the only reason he wound up in detention so often, but it was too early for him to stay angry. Instead he gave a heavy sigh and then straightened up. “So um…did you wanna go get breakfast or something?”

“Great, I’m starved. You buyin’?”

“Of course,” Knuckles said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a t-shirt and hoodie, “Where to?”

“IHOP sounds good,” Sonic mused aloud, “Say, you don’t think Hooters is open this early, do you?”

“You want buffalo wings for breakfast?” the echidna asked, making a face as he pulled his Lego-topped sneakers on.

“Nah, but we could stop by and visit yer girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!

“Dude, why’re you fighting this?” the blue hedgehog inquired, sounding genuinely baffled, “I’d be fuckin’ thrilled…”

“Let’s just go, okay?” Knuckles grumbled, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“Alright, alright.”

* * *

“Sure sugah, she’s in the back – I’ll let her know y’all’re here,” Bunnie Rabbot said, flashing the teenagers a grin before turning on her heel, white cotton tail poking out from the back of her orange shorts.

“Sonic, school starts in like, five minutes,” Knuckles said warningly, glancing at his watch warily.

“That’s four minutes more than I need,” the hedgehog said, waving a gloved hand dismissively, “Besides, didn’t you at least wanna say hi?”

“That was you, remember?” the red-furred ‘humanoid’ retorted quickly.

“Yeah, but only cuz I know deep down you really wanted to,” Sonic smirked, elbows on the ‘wait here to be served’ podium, “Plus, a guy needs to get his hotness fix someplace.”

“Amy doesn’t do it for you?” Knuckles laughed, elbowing his friend teasingly.

Sonic shuddered, “Man, why you gotta mention the ‘A’ word this early in the morning?”

“Just to keep your ego from inflating too much, that’s all.”

“Remind me to thank you for that later…”

“Thank him for what?” came a familiar alto voice as Rouge Bat sashayed into the entryway, “Red, you’re not giving away sexual favors and not telling me again, are you?”

The two instinctively took a step away from each other, but while Knuckles’ voice was felled by the extreme amount of blood rushing to his head from embarrassment, Sonic was quick to recover, “Nice to see you too, Rouge,” he replied, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “Trust me, he’s not my type.”

“Well that’s a shame,” she said, shaking her head, “You’re missing out on an internet goldmine, let me tell ya.”

“Yeah, ‘porn star’ would look great on a résumé, right next to ‘savior of the world’ and ‘Coconuts employee’,” Sonic snorted, leaning against the nearby wall, “So how’s life for my favorite ex-babysitter?”

“Not bad at all,” the 21-year-old replied, straightening up and spreading her arms out to give them a better view of herself, “I’m fine as ever, as you can see.”

Despite his boisterous, boastful, frequent proclamations to the contrary, Sonic Hedgehog was reasonably certain that the only feelings beyond friendship he held for Rouge was that of lust (the term ‘friends with benefits’ never sounded more wonderful…). In that spirit, such a delectable prospect was more than enough to cause his already oft-strained heart to skip a beat, “Damn, you can say that again…” he nodded, his eyes flickering up and down her curvaceous form quickly.

She smirked in quiet, well-expected triumph. “Yeah you can.” She turned her gaze on the echidna who, to her delight, was standing with his mouth slightly agape, and seemed to be fighting internally over the desire to keep staring and his gentlemanly instincts to avert his eyes. “Right, Red?”

Knuckles spluttered incoherently for just a second, caught off-guard, then quickly turned his gaze to the floor (in what could be comically seen as an unintentional effort to hide behind his dreadlocks), nodding curtly.

“Hate ta break this up,” came Bunnie’s southern drawl as she sidled up beside her coworker, “But ain’t y’all gonna be later for school?”

Sonic glanced down at his watch, which was rounding on 7:30, then shrugged, “Punctuality’s never really been my thing. Besides, what fool would want to leave such visions of loveliness?”

“She’ll be here all day,” the rabbit said, “Come see us during lunch, and Ah promise you she won’t serve no one but y’all.”

The blue-furred creature sighed, “Fine, but we’ll hold you too that,” he turned to Knuckles, snapping his fingers in front of the echidna’s face, “C’mon, we’re outta here.”

“Huh? Oh, uh, right, yeah I’m coming…” Knuckles said, head still ducked nearly below his shoulders.

“See ya later, Red,” Rouge called after him, waving.

His face, which had just begun to regain its usual coloring, flushed a deep hue of crimson again, “S-See ya.”

As the pair exited, Bunnie gave the bat a shove, “You’re terrible.”

“I know.”

“Well that was sure smooth,” Sonic sniggered as the males stepped out into the parking lot.

“Oh shut up…” Knuckles scowled, stuffing his gloved hands grumpily into the single pocket in the front of his black hoodie.

“Ya know, if you could ever get an actual word out, I bet she’d be so blown away she wouldn’t be able to say no if you asked her out.”

“I’m not askin’ her out,” the echidna reiterated firmly, his breath rising visibly before him in the chilled morning air as the pair walked along, his sneakers kicking up bits of concrete from the ill-cared-for suburb sidewalk, “Besides, even if I wanted to, she’s 21 and I’m not even 18 yet. Aren’t there laws against that kinda thing?”

“Nope, 16 is the age of consent, I looked it up,” the hedgehog said matter-of-factly, “Besides, you’ll need a place to crash once you ditch your old man after your birthday.”

“Dammit, we really are gonna be late,” Knuckles groaned, hoping to shift the subject away from himself, “My dad’ll kill me if I get written up again…”

“Not to worry – you wanna ride piggy-back or damsel-style?” Sonic asked, getting a good foothold on the concrete.

“Neither way is particularly dignified, of course,” the other sighed, watching as his friend tapped the tips of both his red, white-striped shoes against the ground, as if testing its solidity, “I suppose we’ll go with damsel today...”

“Damsel it is then!” Sonic said, bending down to scoop his best friend up into his arms, “Hold on!” In a blink, the self-proclaimed ‘fastest thing alive’ was off like a shot, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake as he tore down the sidewalk.

Knuckles glanced nervously at his watch. Even with Sonic’s breakneck speed, the odds of them getting to the correct classrooms on time was still quite minimal- which was, as he well knew, just the way the blue hedgehog preferred to operate. For reasons he could only rationalize through the reasoning that his friend was a seriously addicted adrenaline junkie- the more risk involved, the more dangerous a situation, the closer Sonic would cut it, if only for thrills. The fact that the hedgehog’s unbelievably high top-velocity gave new meaning to the concept of a ‘runner’s high’ merely seemed to compound the problem…

  “Told ya we’d make it!” the hedgehog was saying over the rushing wind caused by his own motion (which had blown the front doors to the school wide open). “No sweat! Now all we gotta do is meld into the usual hallway crowd and –” his voice dropped off as they entered Mobotropolis High only to find the ‘usual hallway crowd’ already dissipated, only the last few scattered stragglers remaining.

The few remaining humans and humanoids alike were being herded from the hall by the school’s designated ‘permanent hall monitor’, aka the foreign exchange student Antoine de Coolette. His outfit (a strange mixture of misplaced vanity and dorkiness, in Sonic’s opinion) was adorned with a red sash, marking him as having the bare minimal authority in the school to make him loathed enemy to the common student and minor annoyance to most staff members, “Come, come, please to be moving along,” he ordered importantly, frightening off several lost and confused-looking freshmen.

“Okay…” Sonic whispered, having yet to release his friend, “Slight change in the plan. Just gotta slip by Ant and we’re home free!”

“Fine,” Knuckles replied, his tone equally hushed, “Any chance of putting me down?”

“Not making you uncomfortable, am I?” the hedgehog grinned before lowering the echidna to the ground deftly.

“A little bit, yeah.”

“My bad – used to doin’ this with girls, and they always seem to like it when ya linger,” he explained, “C’mon, quick, while he’s not lookin’.”


Both teens turned sharply, and Sonic grinned innocently, “Hey Ant! Fancy meeting you here – ya know, we were just talking about you.”

The fox-humanoid sneered down his elongated nose at the pair, ‘Delinquents…Zis time I shall be truly throwing the novel at them, as they say,’ “Late again, Sonic Hedgehog, I am seeing…”

“Now really, Ant, I gotta ask – am I late? Or does the day jut start a tad too early?”

“Everyone else is coming to school on proper time, Monsieur Hedgehog,” the hall monitor snapped, “And you as well, Ca-nuckels.”

“It’s ‘Knuckles’,” the echidna muttered.

“No no, I am seeing it spelled,” Antoine replied impatiently, “You cannot fu-el me.”

“Right you are, Ant – boy, nothing gets by you,” Sonic said quickly, grabbing his friend by the elbow and steering him in the opposite direction, “We’ll just be getting to class now.”

“Not to being so fast,” de Coolette commanded, placing a hand firmly on the hedgehog’s shoulder, “Tardiness is merit of one detention, oui?”

“Oh come on,” the hedgehog whined.

“Oh Hall Monitor,” a crisp feminine voice interrupted them as Sally Acorn appeared in the corridor, “I think I smelled smoke coming from the boys’ room in the science hall.”

“WHAT!?” the fox cried, both aghast and infuriated, “You are to be remain here!” he called over his shoulder as he hurried down the hall towards the indicated rules-infraction.

“You guys better get moving,” the red-headed chipmunk said, “It won’t take him long to realize I was ‘mistaken’.”

“Thanks Sally,” Knuckles smiled, “We’re goin’- see you this afternoon?”

“You bet,” she nodded, “I’ve got a whole slew of photos for us to go through.”

“Guess that kid Silver’s been busy,” he chuckled, “Alright, see ya then.”

“Thanks, Pres,” Sonic said teasingly, saluting Sally with two fingers as the pair trotted off.

“Anytime,” she said, smiling indulgently as she waved them off.

“You know her?” Sonic inquired quietly after a few steps, not quite sure if they were out of earshot.

“She’s the editor of the school paper,” he answered, voice equally hushed.

“Along with class president, future valedictorian…”

“She’s not that bad.”

Sonic raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but merely folded his hands behind his head, “If you say so…” he stopped outside a classroom labeled ‘327’, “See ya at lunch.”

“Yep,” Knuckles nodded, continuing his way down the hall. There really was nothing bad about Sally’s aspirations – with her father being the Mayor, he could understand the pressure she was under to excel. She was an overachiever by nature it seemed, yet from his interactions with her (he wasn’t quite sure what they had was friendship, but it was closer than mere acquaintanceship) she never struck him as stuck up or dull. She was unbelievably bright, easy to talk to, and cute (he had to admit) in a ‘girl next door’ sort of way that while not something he was too attracted to, gave her a fair share of admirers. Plus, she made the business dinners his father dragged him to every few months a lot more bearable.

His thoughts trailed off as he pushed the door open to classroom 356 and slipped inside.

* * *

Sonic sighed tiredly, running one gloved hand across his face, ‘Geez, first the geezer nearly tears my head off, then an hour and a half of precalc; God I can’t wait to get outta this place…’ He padded down the hall listlessly (a half-hour nap combined with math could do that to a guy) towards the entrance to the school, trying to avoid running into any of the younger, more addled classes. Hooters for lunch sounded as good as anyplace…

He pushed through the glass doors and hopped down the steps, glancing around at the deserted pavilion, ‘Dammit,’ he frowned, tapping his right foot against the ground (patience, while a virtue to many, certainly wasn’t a strength of Sonic’s), ‘Shoulda known Knuckles was gonna chicken out on me…’  The blue hedgehog turned about-face and reentered the school, shaking his head in disappointment. The hallway was mostly empty now as well, as lunch had just begun (even Antoine was nowhere to be found).

As he was about to head in the direction of the cafeteria, another familiar face caught his eye – the school guidance counselor, a cat-humanoid by the name of Dr. Elizabeth Sawyer - heading out of her office and into the copy room. A second glance brought a wide grin to his face. The office door was still open, swinging slightly, the protruding lock bouncing against the frame.

The layout of the room was quite familiar to him, having been summoned to the office numerous times. Most students would have inhibitions over breaking and entering into an administrator’s office, but he strolled inside casually, the door swinging silently on its hinges, ‘Lotta good memories in this office…Wonder what she does with all the stuff she confiscates from me?’

A search of the room at Sonic speed unearthed a veritable treasure trove of paraphernalia, and he stood before the pile chuckling to himself. ‘Too easy. Now, let’s see what we got here…’ “Whoa…” he breathed aloud, “No way!” He let out a joyful laugh as he extracted a black and blue skateboard from the mess of old slingshots and spitball shooters.

The buzz of the copier faded away, the silence interrupting the flood of ideas racing through his mind. He hastily shoved the more childish trinkets back into the doctor’s lower desk drawer, clutching his prized possession in two hands, ‘Haven’t seen this since last June…’ he thought happily, exiting the room with haste.

The cafeteria was bustling with activity as he stepped through the double doors, and his eyes flew over the commotion rapidly. The opportunities were just…so endless! And each once felt even more perfect than the last! His gaze finally settled on the line at the buffet and he grinned. ‘Bingo.’

The tiniest of little voices in the back of his mind raised a feeble protest, but was instantly drowned out by the tidal wave of enthusiastic excitement at the prospect of being able to take some sort of action (he hadn’t had the chance to take his morning jog around the country this morning). Sonic was a creature of action by nature, confined by the doldrums of the typical life society kept hoping to force him into: though it seemed terrible to admit, he never felt more useful, more alive than when Robotnik was trying to take control of the world, regardless of the wanton destruction of property and life caused in the process.

“Gang way!!” he shouted, reeling back and tossing the skateboard in the air. He crouched down and leapt up, the soles of his sneakers catching the grip tape in mid-air, seconds before it came crashing down on a full table a few yards from the door. “Comin’ through!” A quick step down snapped the board up and he kicked off again, amid cries of confusion and surprise.

At the end of the elongated table (his path of destruction evident by the crushed lunch bags, broken trays, and edible carnage) he leapt again, one hand gripping the bottom of the board to keep his feet firmly planted. The hedgehog sailed through the open door to the lunch line, the left upper axel catching on the metal edge of the food-display case while its twin latched onto the corner of the lunch-tray counter. His momentum propelled him forward, the shrieks of alarm from both students and lunch ladies nearly drowned out by his scraping, sparking grind.

Emerging on the other side, he did one final spin before landing solidly on the tile floor, the board tucked snugly under one arm. “YEAH!” he whooped, his free hand balled into a fist and pounding the air.

A solid majority of the senior class (led boisterously by Sonic’s track team buddies) as well as numerous underclassmen burst into applause, roaring with laughter.

“That’s right, that’s right! Give it up!” the hedgehog cried, hopping up on the nearest table and taking a dramatic bow.

At the far end of the room, Knuckles buried his face in his hands.

Silver, sitting at the seat across from the echidna, let out a short, embarrassed laugh, trying hard to keep his attention on his half-eaten peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.

Beside him, Amy sighed noticeably, chin in her hands as she watched the blue hedgehog continue encouraging the crowd.

A large, meaty hand clamped down hard on Sonic’s shoulder, its owner, a red-faced, portly high school security member, glaring up at the hedgehog.

Sonic turned, his grin faltering just slightly. “H-hey Ralph, how ya doin’ buddy?”

“March,” the man ordered, picking the humanoid up with both hands and forcing him back onto the ground.


Watching the pair depart, Knuckles snorted indignantly. “Idiot.”

“Wish I’d had my camera…” Silver sighed, watching as the guard led Sonic out of the room.

* * *

“Well Sonic, the week’s nearly halfway over, I was wondering why you hadn’t been brought in to see me yet,” Dr. Sawyer said, stirring her coffee half-heartedly.

“You know I couldn’t stay away from you for long, Lizzy,” he smiled charmingly, leaning back in his seat, which was across from the guidance counselor’s desk.

The cat frowned slightly. She’d given up trying to get him to address her properly ages ago. It wasn’t exactly respectful, but it certainly illustrated the extent to which they had gotten to know each other over the past three years. “You mean you couldn’t stay out of trouble for long.”

“Just having a little fun,” he shrugged, folding his hands behind his head.

“A little fun that’s going to cost us a good deal in property damages,” she said, gesturing with her spoon.

“Totally worth it,” Sonic stated firmly, “Cafeteria ain’t worth much in the first place…”

She scowled, lips pursed, “We’ll see how worth it you think it was when you’re spending your next detention making the repairs personally.”

“Can I leave when I’m finished that?”

“Afraid not,” she shook her head, “I recommend pacing yourself this time. I know how much you dislike sitting still.”

“What?!” he cried in dismay, his chair falling noisily back down on all four legs, “C’mon, Liz, that’s bull and you know it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “But I’m running out of ways to get through to you that this reckless behavior won’t be tolerated. I’ll see you after classes this afternoon.”

“Er, actually, this afternoon isn’t really good for me,” the hedgehog started, “How ‘bout tomorrow?”

“Define ‘not good’ and I’ll consider it.”

“I gotta go to work this afternoon- you want me to be able to pay for all that horrific ‘property damage’, right?”

“Fair enough,” she conceded, “Tomorrow then. And I’ll be taking that skateboard back.”

“Hasn’t it been through enough?” Sonic asked, clutching childishly to the item.

She sighed, “Promise me it’ll stay out of this building, and you can keep it.”

“Can do, ma’am.”

“Fine,” she nodded, “Now go on, get out of here.”

Before the words had even finished coming out of her mouth, Sonic had rushed out, leaving only a billowing gust of wind in his wake.

Eyes wide, she smoothed her now windswept hair back. Something told her no matter how hard she tried to force him, nothing would ever make the hedgehog slow down.

* * *

“Hey hey hey!! How’d you guys like the show, huh? Pretty sweet, no?”

“That was awesome, Sonic!” Tails bubbled earnestly, his double tails flickering about behind him in excitement.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it?” the hedgehog smirked.

“Totally!” Amy said, nodding enthusiastically.

“You realize you’re only embarrassing yourself when you pull stuff like that, right?” Knuckles asked, brow furrowed.

“You don’t get to speak,” Sonic frowned, taking his seat at the table, “First off, I wouldn’t have even been in here if you hadn’t chickened out about goin’ to see Rouge, and secondly, you can’t knock it ‘til you’ve felt the rush for yourself.”

“You feel quite enough rush for the both of us,” the echidna shot back, cheeks flushed.

“You were gonna go see Rouge?” Tails asked, looking both intrigued and disappointed at once.

“We were supposed to,” Sonic griped, tapping a finger irritably on the lunch table, “Maybe we’ll get to head over later- trust me, I love ogling her too, big guy…”

“I-I didn’t say that…” the fourteen-year old stammered, playing with the tassels on his short-sleeved hoodie.

Amy huffed, arms folded, “Boys…”

* * *

“Have you called Mr. Hedgehog’s house to report this latest…incident?” the high school principal, a tall, thin human with short, crisply combed brown hair, inquired boorishly, his hands folded behind his back as he paced about the guidance counselor’s office.

“Of course,” Sawyer nodded, “But you know Charles – I had to leave a message.”

“You know, of course, that I value each and every student of Mobotropolis High, regardless of class, gender, or species,” the man, Mr. Hershel Brantley by name, continued, adjusting his square-framed glasses, “And I wish only the best for them. However, for the sake of the collective student body, I cannot continue to allow these constant disruptions- I mean, his file in the last two years alone is thick enough to be a damn novel!”

“I understand, sir, but there’s only so much we can do – besides recommend a transfer, but I know he would do horribly at a private school, and even worse at the Military Academy,” she told him, “Give me more time – I’ve got to find an outlet for him.”

“You said that two years ago, when you convinced him to join the track team,” the principal countered coldly, “Two state championships later, look how much progress we’ve made. No college applications, no fewer incident reports, no grade improvement…”

“I know, I know,” she said, wringing her hands. After a pause, she looked up at the human tiredly, “Do you really want to ship him off to the Academy?”

“While normally I’d say it’d the best thing for him, I doubt he’d last a week before going AWOL in a place like that,” Brantley shook his head, smoothing out his dark gray business suit, “No, I just want you to get a hold of his uncle and explain to him that I’m running out of patience with Sonic. I have to think of the well-being of the whole school, after all. I’ve been lenient up until now, seeing as Coach Lauer lives and dies by his performances and the man has tenure, but I’ll have no qualms issuing an expulsion order if this sort of behavior continues.”

“He’s working after school today; I’ll stop by their place this afternoon, talk to Charles in person,” she told him, “Between the two of us, we’ll have to come up with something.”

“See that you do,” the principal stated, turning on his heel and exiting the room.

Ta-da! First Chapter is up! Expect the next in a week when I get back from the shore!

While I'm gone I'll be working on a FACT SHEET of the universe this is set in - for now, all the info you need is included within.


Chapter 2: [link]

Rated for language (for now).

Sonic & Crew (c) SEGA, Archie, DIC
Setting, plot (c) :iconinvader-sam:
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Kuro-Kurai Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014
Love your story, I finished up to ch 49 and am rereading it again!  Going back from the latest chapter helps to notice small details and where they fit in the big picture.  And I know that this story was made way before Wreck-it Ralph premiered,  and I know that you had a different person in mind for the Security Officer, but when Sonic mentioned his name, I couldn't help envision Ralph from the movie in this story.  Especially given that Ralph and Sonic knew each other in the movie.  Kinda hilarious in hindsight, no?
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014
Haha, that's a cute mental image!
Bandincorperated Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013
This is pretty good!
battlebrothertherix Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Am I the only one noticing that Ant is a fox in this, instead of a coyote?
MarkWilder Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013
I noticed.
warriorcatshe Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
this fanfic is really good!
MasterFusion Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2012
Wow, now this fanfic is really cool.
Sonadow-lover12 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2010   Photographer
watt was the "incident" btw? :)
Sonadow-lover12 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2010   Photographer
omg this is reely good =D
silversfangirl Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2010
i love it, but where be blaze? mabye she could transfer from a foriegn school and be silvy best bud? idc if they together, but i love blaze :D she my favorite charecter besides silver, but i do like silvamy a lot :D
Desfinity Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
I've come pretty late to the party, but I have to say, this is one good piece of Literature.

The way I stumbled upon this too was a bit weird. I was searching for pictures on Sally Acorn to see about perhaps maybe drawing a picture or two, then I find your art work of her, explaining this story she is in. So I decided to check it out. It was something I'm glad I did.

You give exception detail about each character. Perhaps one thing I really find cool is you gave them a reason to be wearing clothes. I do not know about most people, but when I see drawings of Sonic characters in clothes, even ones I make, I can't help but wonder why they would wear clothes in the first place. True the girls already do but I used to find it pretty useless for people like Sonic or Tails wearing clothes since they started without them. However I like how you made it a law for everyone to be dressed. It adds more to how the world views Sonic and the crew now and days after defeating Eggman.

Also I really took a likeing to the character personalities. It relates very well to the characters themselves, and I can see these event happening very clearly. It is really great so far and I look forward to reading the other chapters. While I noticed that this is dated three years ago, and you have gotten up to chapter forty-nine I'll do my best to see if I can't catch up.
silvershovel Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2009   Traditional Artist
shadowsGirl35 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2009  Hobbyist Artist
this is cool.
Falceto Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2009
OOO! Interesting! X3

This fic is awesome! ^w^ Too bad I can't read the next chapter...(blame college exams)...but I'll try! X3
silverwizardmon Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2009  Student General Artist
waaaaaaaaaaaaaa! so cool! i wanna read it all!
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2009
Check my gallery, there's 46 chapters up!
silverwizardmon Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2009  Student General Artist
O.O 46....
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2009
And counting.
xSoulessSilverEyesx Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2008
Rouge works at HOOTERS!!! XDDDDD Why am I not surprised? XD

Zeros-coldshadow Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey you know what-I LIKE IT! Pretty damn cool story!
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2008
Thank you!
Zeros-coldshadow Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Your welcome! It's funny cause Rouge can turn the bravest of men into pudding!

Maybe you can grade my story. It's nowhere near as good as yours.
whitefox94 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2008
The Grind is great! you have added just the right amount of reality but kept the whole STH feel. faaabulous.
Keep writin ;]
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2008
Thanks - if you check my gallery, you'll see I have been keeping writing - to the tune of another 35 chapters to date. ^_^
whitefox94 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2008
Haha ye its kool. iv read them all though so iiim waitin ;)
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2008
Ahh I see - commenting on Chapter 1 instead of 36 threw me off, lol.
whitefox94 Featured By Owner May 11, 2008
Awwww lol
bringonthethunder Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2008
oooooh I LOVE IT!!!

OH I'm glad I clicked on you in my recent visitors list! I'll keep reading and maybe drum up a little art for the story ^_^
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2008 - WOW! I'm so honored that you happened upon my page! I can't tell you how thrilled I would be if you were to illustrate any of the scenes from this story! I've been a silent admirer of your work for quite some time now!
bringonthethunder Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2008
^^ oh wow, who'd have thought. I didn't think you'd know who I was or anything. But seriously, don't talk like I'm a celebrity or anything, I'm just me ^_^
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2008
Haha, ok you're just you - a gal whose art I happen to love. ^_^
bringonthethunder Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2008
you're sweet ^^;

*blushes and hugs* I can't stop reading!
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2008
Hey, I speak the truth. ^_^

*many returned hugs* I'm so glad!
Raven-BB-Love Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2008
I Love The Comic I see Ya
AriTeir Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2007
This is awesome. A high school fic thats actually good! I really enjoyed reading this and am looking forward to the next instalment!
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2007
Thank you!

Well, there's chapters 2 through 10 in my gallery, so please check them out! And I hope you'll come to find that the fact that they're in high school is really just a setting, and not the main focus that defines the fic!
AriTeir Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2007
Cool I'll definately stop by and take a gander!
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2007
AriTeir Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2007
you're welcome
Lord-Random Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2007
Great opening to a great story so far, that pretty much sums up my thoughts really.
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2007
Thanks! ^_^
Lord-Random Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2007
You're welcome *bow*
Gojira007 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2007
Going into this having read the most recent chapter first, I was worried that knowing what was coming would serve to lessen my enjoyment here. I needn't have worried.

The crisp dialogue, strong narrative, and enjoyable concepts(a nod to Cats Don't Dance? Sheer genius. ;)) that made chapter 3 so fun are all here, and in a way, knowing where we're going only serves to accentuate those traits. Without the question of where we're going to worry about, I can focus on the here-and-now of the chapter, and it makes the whole experience even more enjoyable.

There are, alas, some problems. A smattering of spelling errors, for example. The biggest problem, however, is the reference to Robotnik, which left me confused. Up to that point, I had a solid grip of what the general details of this world was like, but the vagueness of Robotnik's presence muddles things. Does Sonic actively participate in defending against those attacks? If so, is his heroism recognized? If it isn't, why not? Bringing Robotnik into the story raises a bit too many questions, at least at this point.

Still, that being said, this is still a really fun story. I can honestly say I was grinning from ear to ear by the end, and look forward to reading more.
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2007
Glad you're enjoying most of it - the Robotnik stuff is fleshed out in the next chapter, and will continue to play a big part in the main arch of the story as a whole (this story has the wonderfully rare benefit of having been mapped out loosely from beginning to end), so we have to save a lot of those details for later chapters, or the story would be rushed and over too quickly. Hopefully we'll be able to hold your interest long enough to get all of your questions answered, in due time.
Gojira007 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2007
Sounds like a lot of fun.

It's also nice to know you've planned out where you're going with this; a lot of fan-fics (including quite a few of my favorites) seem to feel like they're winging it a lot, and while that certainly isn't all bad, it often comes back to bite them at least once or twice before the story's over.
freedomfighter4 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2007
You have a very nice style and the story itself is interesting. Quite good all in all.
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2007
Thank you! I'm so glad you like it!
Rose37 Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2007  Hobbyist Artist
awesome I love it
Invader-Sam Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2007
Rose37 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2007  Hobbyist Artist
your welcome
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