Me: Alright I'm gonna attempt to upload 4 more chapters for today.

Blade: You're gonna put this into the plot?

Me: Yeah I want to experiment and it is different from the original.

- Sondash: Return -

"So, Sonic really gave you a red rose?" Dash's old friend, Fluttershy, said the following morning.

Dash nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I mean, he's been giving me more attention then ever lately!" she sighed dreamily. "When I was younger, I used to race Sonic around everywhere! I would hug him and give him all my love."

"I know! I was your best friend then and I still am now. I supported you all the way through it. What happened though?" Fluttershy asked, "Why don't you do that anymore?"

"Well, when my step-mom came into the picture, three years ago, she made me move away. I wasn't allowed near Sonic again because she knew how much he meant to me," Dash explained.

Fluttershy nodded with understanding. "So that's where you went. That is so mean! Right, Angel?"

the little rabbit on her shoulder nodded in agreed.

"But, she can't keep you and Sonic away from each other here, at school. You guys have the same schedule, so it's fairly impossible," Fluttershy went on, "Plus, you've still got the Team. We all still remember you and we've missed you very much."

Dash smiled softly. "Thanks Fluttershy. I appreciate it," she said. "If you don't mind, please don't tell anyone about my step-mom. It's a personal secret."

"Of course! My lips are sealed"

"By the way, I didn't see Applejack or Twilight in our homeroom yesterday. Aren't they in there?"

Fluttershy nodded again. "Yeah they are. Applejack just blotted out hers and Twilight' names on the attendance sheet to get away with missing the first day." She rolled her eyes. "They are so weird."

Angel approved

Dash laughed. "You are so right, Fluttershy. But, there are the simple few who are somewhat normal," she said, thinking about Sonic.

"Yeah, I guess there are," Fluttershy decided, a certain boy entering her mind. Angel began nomming on Fluttershy's left ear, not paying the conversation any mind.

Dash smirked suddenly. "Why, Fluttershy! You're not thinking about a 'special someone' are you?" she said, poking the girl's white dress.

Fluttershy's cheeks blazed a bright pink. She looked at the ground quickly, playing footsies with herself. "No…"

Dash nudged her gently. "Aww, c'mon. You won't tell me? Well, then it's a good thing I've known you ever since you were born because I am 99.9999999 to infinity percent sure that it's Jay."

Fluttershy looked up nervously, hiding her blush. "Ok, it is. He still is, you know. So….I just wanted to show him that people still love him. Like me."

Dash patted Fluttershys' back as the school bell rang loudly in their ears. "I'm sure you'll get through to him," she said encouragingly. The duo both began walking up to their homeroom.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Martin's obnoxious voice rang out the moment everyone was in their seats.

"Good morning…," the class grumbled back.

"Now, since I really don't feel like taking attendance today, if you're not here, please raise your hand."

No one raised their hands.

Mrs. Martin smiled. "Good. That means everyone is here today."

Looking through her list of names, the woman spotted something. "What's this? I don't remember having these two students yesterday." She looked around the classroom. "Twilight?"

A lavender girl's arm shot up in the air. "Right here!"

"Um, Applejack?"

There were a few moments of silence.

"Applejack?"

There was few more moments of silence, but then a loud "OH!" could be heard from the back of the room, next to Twilight, and a wheat girl raised his hand.

"Here!" she yelled out.

Twilgiht nudged him. "Pay attention, applehead!"

Applejack rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm SORRY y'all for being dumb!"

"Be quiet back there!" Mrs. Martin yelled, slapping her ruler on the desk in front of her, "Class has started!"

Suddenly, a silver boy slammed the door against the wall as he ran into the classroom. He was soon followed by a blue colored girl.

"I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE!" the boy yelled. "I, UH, GOT IN A CAR CRASH!"

"Silver!" the girl hissed at him. "You don't have to yell! They can hear you just fine."

"But, you said-."

She groaned. "Just because I said that ice cream man was hard of hearing yesterday, doesn't mean everyone is!"

Silver thought about that. "Oh… Where would I be without you, Trixie?"

"Well, you certainly wouldn't be here. That's for sure."

Mrs. Martin slapped her ruler on the desk again. "Be quiet, you two! Why are you late? You weren't here yesterday, were you?"

Silver and Trixie glanced at each other. "As Silver just said, we were, uh, in a car crash," Trixie explained.

"Yeah, yeah," Silver nodded.

"And, we just, um, moved here yesterday. So, here we are!"

"Just sit down!" Mrs. Martin bellowed. The two scurried to their seats.

Setting down her ruler, Mrs. Martin let out a really loud and dramatic sigh. "Great, now I'm stressed out. My therapist told me not to pressure myself too much. Oh, wonderful. Now I'm going to have to sit down for the rest of the day." The woman began rambling about nothing in particular. "You children do whatever you want today."

"But…but, aren't we supposed to be learning math?" Michaela called out, anxiously waving her mouse like arms in the air.

"SHUT-UP!" everyone yelled at the black-haired girl, hitting her on the head.

"Owwwww…," Michaela whined, rubbing the fresh bump on her head.

Mrs. Martin rolled her eyes. "If you want to learn math so bad, then I'll just hand out some algebraic packets for you all to do." She looked over at Kyle. "Kyle, please pass out these papers."

Everyone glared at Michaela, who was twiddling her thumbs, chuckling nervously.

Sonic looked down at the sheet of paper once it had been placed on his desk. He scrunched up his nose with disgust. "Yuck, we have to do all this?"

Mrs. Martin nodded as she leaned back in her chair. "That's right, Sonic. All three thousand problems have to be finished by time this period ends or else you're not aloud to leave the classroom. Now get cracking."

The blue hair boy rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay…Let's see…," Sonic began reading the first question, "What is the square root of 144?" he looked up. "Mrs. Martin, these problems are so easy! We did this in the sixth and seventh grade."

"Do you want harder equations?" Mrs. Martin asked, popping a piece of milk chocolate into her mouth.

Sonic sweat dropped. "N-No thank you, Ma'am," he said quickly, writing down '12' as his answer.

Applejack stared at the worksheet, sweating like a pig. "Uh, let's see….the one minus two is….is…." the echidna wiped his brow. "Phew, these questions are hard."

Twilight slapped himself on the forehead. "Applejack, it's so easy. If you can't figure it out, then use a calculator!"

Applejack turned pale. "I, uh, don't remember where I put mine…"

FLASHBACK

A wheat girl stood in the middle of a living room, dancing around a fireplace where a small calculator was burning slowly. "BURN, APPLE THIEF, BURN!" he chanted as the smoke of the red hot flames filled the area, "YOU SHALL NEVER TRY TO HARM MY BELOVED APPLES WITH THE RANDOM NUMBERS ON YOUR SCREEN EVER AG-…" he stopped short, realizing the inaccuracy of the situation. "Uh-oh… I hope no one finds out about this…"

END FLASHBACK

Applejack laughed nervously. "Can I borrow yours?"

A vein throbbing on the side of his head, Twilight slapped a calculator on Applejack' desk. "I don't know how you even made it to High School with the lack of intelligence you contain…," the girl muttered as he wrote down the answer for the 1,439th problem.

"Actually, I'm fifthteen. That means I should be in college but I failed so much I was pushed back four years," Applejack answered simply.

Twilight stared at him, dumbfounded. "Well, I'm eleven. So, I should be in Middle School, but I skipped four years," Twilight said proudly.

"Hey, what about Rarity?" Applejack asked, "She's also fifthteen and yet she's a freshman too. What's up with that?"

"Hey you're actually using your head for once," a voice came from behind them, "Congratulations, Apples."

The twosome twisted around to see the familiar purple haired girl standing there, hands on her hips.

"Shut-up, Rarity!" Applejack scowled, "I didn't ask for your input."

Twilight clenched his teeth, forcing herself to hold back her irritation. "Give me that!" she growled, heatedly snatching the paper from the wheat girl desk. Muttering curses under his breath, the beyond annoyed girl practically carved the answer onto the worksheet in a fit of rage. He slapped it back onto Applejack' school desk the moment he finished.

Applejack grinned. "You see? You and I make a great team when we work together!"

Twilight' left eye began to twitch. Luckily for Applejack, Mrs. Martin announced that class only had ten minutes left, which meant he didn't have much time left to finish the rest of the equations.

Michaela hunched over her packet crossly. "Darn my big mouth…," she complained.

Unknowingly, Kyle past by her on his way to sharpen his pencil. As stealthy as possible, Sally pushed Kyle towards Dash, in a hope that they would both get into some awkward position, but he didn't land on her. No, he landed on Michaela's lap.

"OW!" Michaela screamed, "Get off me, that freaking hurts!"

All eyes were on her in an instant.

"That sounds wrong…," Rarity scorned, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"She said a naughty word…," Megami whispered to Zoey, who nodded.

Pointing to the door, Mrs. Martin said, "Michaela, go to the principals' office for nasty use of language and screaming during school hours."

"But…but…," Michaela stuttered, "UGH!" the furious girl dragged her feet as she left the room and slammed the door shut.

"Ok children, class is over," Mrs. Martin announced a couple minutes later, "Please line up in a single file row as you exit."

One by one, each student handed the adult the packet on their way out. Unfortunately, Applejack was forced to stay in the classroom because he had only gotten to question three.

Walking outside, Dash noticed Sonic waiting for her again. She smiled broadly when he began to walk with her for the second time in a row.

"Did you really finish all those questions?" Dash asked, "There were, like, three thousand!"

Sonic grinned. "No way! Mrs. Martin accidentally left the answer key on her desk."

Dash was speechless. "Are you serious? You actually stole the teachers' answer key just to get out of math work?"

Sonic chuckled. "I'm not that stupid," he smirked, "Shadow, apparently, stole it this morning and let me see it once he was done."

"Shadow's here today? I didn't notice."

"Well, he cut class today about five minutes after the bell rang, so it's to be expected."

Dash rolled her eyes. "Of course he would skip class. That's typical Shadow."

"Yup, Mrs. Martin didn't even care that he handed in the worksheet fifty-five minutes early. Something's wrong with her."

"Maybe it's all the chocolate she eats. It's going to make her fat one day."

"No kidding. If she keeps up the pace, she'll look like Fat Albert within a week!"

They both started to laugh at that.

"Good afternoon, class!" Mrs. Chyistel, a fat, woman, giggled.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Christel," the class said back.

"I have a surprise for all of you,"

All the children gasped excitedly.

"Is it candy?"

"Please tell us it's a standardized test!"

"You're going to let us use our cell phones!"

"It's got to be candy!"

"Maybe we're going to have recess!"

"Are we going to play a game?"

"Wait…you're having an early retirement? YES!"

"You lost weight? Because it doesn't look like it…"

"I knew it! It's candy!"

Mrs. Christel just laughed. "Nope! It's…a pop quiz!"

All the kids stared at her with puppy dog eyes.

The woman sighed. "And, if you get 100% on it, I'll give you candy."

The kid who had been saying it was candy began whooping and cheering. "YEAH! I knew it all along! WOO-HOO!" In an energized rampage, the kid jumped out of the two-story building window, screaming.

Everybody crowded at the windowpane, pushing and shoving each other out of the way, struggling to see what had happened to the wound up child. In a moment, they all wished they had stayed in their seats, because he landed on the ground with an earsplitting THUD.

Everyone shuddered at the gory site, slowly walking back to their assigned seats.

"Now, if that's over with," Mrs. Christel said, calmly placing the quizzes on their desks, ignoring the fact that the schoolboy might be dead, "You have ten minutes to complete the quiz. You may begin…..Now."

A girl raised her hand. "Um, excuse me," she said shyly, struggling to talk due to her braces, "Aren't you going to call the office or something? You know, to tell them what happened to that poor little boy?"

Mrs. Christel smiled. "Of course I am," she answered. The fat lady grabbed the phone and almost immediately started speaking into the mouthpiece. "Yes? This is Mrs. Christel. I would like to inform you that an immature boy went slightly fanatical in my classroom a few moments ago and jumped out of the window. I would be most pleased if you could locate him and send him directly to detention for distressing my class. Thank you. Bye, bye."

The girl blinked. "Um…I'm not sure it's possible for him to be set to detention, Ma'am. It doesn't occur to me that he would still be alive…"

Mrs. Christel glared at her. "Young woman, I do believe you have a quiz to finish. It started five minutes ago."

The girl gasped. "Oh my goodness, you're right!" she quickly began working on the quiz, scribbling in answers.

Sonic glowered at the last question angrily. It said…

When it is noon on June 21 in New York City which is 75 degrees west longitude what is the time and date of a location at...
a. 120 degrees East longitude
b. 120 degrees West longitude
c. 15 degrees East longitude
d. 105 degrees West longitude

"Man, this is the hardest question in the universe!" he groaned.

Dash giggled from right next to him. "You working on the last question too?" she asked.

"Yeah…I can't figure it out."

"It's easy!" she chuckled happily, "Each 15 degrees of longitude adds or subtracts one hour depending upon the direction that you are traveling. When you go west you go back an hour each 15 degrees longitude while you go forward an hour for every 15 degrees that you go east."

Sonic gawked at her. "That is so confusing!"

Dash rolled her eyes. "The answer is, 120 degrees East longitude - 1am 22 June,
120 degrees West longitude - 9am 21 June, 15 degrees East longitude - 6pm 21 June, and 105 degrees West longitude - 10am 21 June. Easy."

"Can you repeat that?" Sonic asked, jotting down as much as he could remember.

"Sure. I'll go slowly this time. 120 degrees East longitude at 1:00 am 22 June, 120 degrees West longitude at 9am 21 June, 15 degrees East longitude at 6pm 21 June, and 105 degrees West longitude at 10am 21 June."

Sonic grabbed her hand and shook it with a lot of enthusiasm. "Thank you so much! You're a life saver!" then, he let go of her hand, his cheeks a bright pink. Dash blushed as well.

"TIME'S UP!" Mrs. Christel screamed so loud, teachers from far down the hall had to cover their ears.

After a few minutes of grading, Mrs. Christel began to announce which students had gotten 100%.

"Ok…You, girl. You got 100%."

"My name is Katie."

"Whatever. The other students are Dash, Sonic, Shadow, and Twilight," she sighed, tossing chocolate to each of them.

The one for Shadow bounced off his empty desk twice before landing on the floor, next to Applejack' leg. Appejack leaned over and picked it up, inspecting what it was. Since it didn't seem to be of any threat, she popped it into her mouth.

Rarity started making gagging motions. "Aww, Applejack dariling! That's gross! How could you eat something that had been on the floor?"

Applejack shot a wide grin at her, revealing all the melted chocolate bits in his teeth. "Ik il aesh ood oh!" she told her, struggling to talk because her mouth was full, while spitting little pieces of chocolate out. "EWWWW!" cried out a chorus of students.

"W-What did you say, Apples?" Rarity asked, backing away.

Applejack swallowed the candy. "I said, 'It 'all still tastes good, though!'" she repeated.

Rarity rolled her eyes.

"It's lunch time!" Mrs. Martin sang merrily, using long vowels. The heavy woman grabbed a large bag full of food, and then ran out the door faster than anyone else knew she could.

Sonic whistled. "Wow, she's running faster than prissy girls on their way to a shoe sale! She must really want to eat."

"Not like she needs to eat anymore," someone called out from the back.

"Yeah, I don't think it's possible for her to gain any more weight," said another.

Everyone laughed.

At the lunchroom, Dash stood in the middle of the room, holding a tray, and looking around for a place to sit.

On her tray, Dash had chosen to have a small carton of chocolate milk, a slice of cheese pizza, some chicken nuggets smothered in barbecue sauce, and a salad that had a fair amount of salad dressing added to it.

As she walked around, Dash noticed Sonic sitting over at a table with Shadow, Silver, Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Trixie. Smiling, she instantly began walking towards them. Unfortunately, as she was walking, Brianna shoved her from behind, sending her falling on to her knees and her lunch flying forward, right into the very unlucky, Sunset Shimmer.

Sunset shrieked as the all the sauces and grease came in contact with her outfit. She looked down at her clothing, and then she gave Amy a riotously angry look. The girl's fiery emerald eyes seemed to be clawing at her soul.

"YOU SON OF A BEACH BALL!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, jabbing her finger into Dash's chest. "HOW DARE YOU GO AND HURL YOUR REPULSIVE SLOP ON MY NEW SHIRT!"

Dash scoffed. "There's barely any shirt there anyway, so I doubt spilling my lunch on you would cause any damage."

"Ooooooh…," chorused a bunch of students. Another one whistled, while yet another yelled out, "Burn!"

Sunset's cheeks went red and she covered her face with her bare hands, her frame trembling violently with rage. Brianna, who was still behind Dash, took this as an opportunity to sneak away. She wasn't looking forward to getting on Sunset's bad side.

"SHUT UP!" Sunset screeched, surprising everyone so much, they all looked over at her with wide eyes. One little girl dropped her tray of food with shock and it landed on her foot.

The whole area went dead silent. Not even the crickets, which usually started chirping at a moment like this, made a noise.

Before Dash even knew what was happening, Sunset's fist slammed against her cheek, forcing her to fall onto her back. Dash shook her head to clear her mind, rubbing her sore jaw.

A growl could be heard from somewhere, but Dash was too dizzy too figure out where or who it had come from. Moments later, Dash began to see double. Then, everything started to get a little hazy. Sunset's towering figure seemed to transform into a big, chocolate-colored blob. A blue blob then came up to the brown blob and pushed it out of the way. A second later, it leaned over her. The blob seemed to be saying things to her, but Dash couldn't understand it. Suddenly, Dash could feel her senses coming back to her, creating a warm sensation throughout her whole body, and recognized the blue blob at once as Sonic.

"Dash? Dash, are you okay?" Sonic cried out to her, holding her hand. "Dash, please speak to me! Dash!"

Dash sat up slowly and rested her hand on her head. "S-Sonic?" she muttered. "What happened?"

Sonic smiled. "Oh thank goodness, Dash! I thought you were dead or something…" he sighed with relief, blushing a little.

Sunset snarled at the two of them. "Sonic? How dare you help her! You love ME, remember?"

Sonic shook his head. "I don't love you, Sunset! I never did, and I never will. So, get off my case."

Sunset screeched again. "You can't treat me like this, Sonic! Did you forget that I'm a princess? I DESERVE TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT!"

"You're not a princess, Sunset! Or did you fail to remember that you were banished after that incident?"

"I was still a princess, though! I should be treated like royalty! LIKE ROYALTY!"

"Nobody who acts the way you do deserves to be treated like royalty!" Dash shouted. "You're nothing but an inconsiderate slut!"

Sunset's eye twitched. "Freak!"

"Skank!"

"Geek!"

"Hoe!"

"Cow!"

"Harlot!"

"Toad!"

"Anorexic pig!"

"Wow," said Sunset, staggering back melodramatically with a hand pressed to her heart. "Am I supposed to act offended? I can really feel the burn."

"Do you need some ice for that burn?"

"No thanks, jock. Maybe you should go buy me a new shirt instead."

"In your dreams, yellow."

"Hey!" Sunset roared. "I'm a gold! Not a yellow."

A buff man lumbered over to the arguing girls. He was dressed in the school uniform. "All right, break it up," the teacher barked. "Now go take a seat at a table or I'm going to cart the both of you inside the principal's office and start calling parents."

"Talk to her," Sunset said, pointing a finger at Dash. "I wasn't doing anything wrong. She verbally attacked me."

"I said sit."

"You look good in uniform," Sunset told him, flashing a toxic smile.

He jerked his head at the tables. "Get over there." But it didn't sound half so gruff.

"If you say so," Sunset snickered. She then sashayed over to the table where all her friends were sitting.

The mans red eyes laid themselves on Dash. "You too, blues."

Dash nodded, walking hastily over to where Sonic was. He led her to his table, and they both sat down. Dash sniffed, rubbing her cheek, which still stung from that excruciating punch. Sonic smiled sympathetically at her.

"Hey Dash, good going out there," Rarity grinned at her. She was sitting next to Applejack for some reason.

"Thanks…," Dash replied.

"No really," Pinkie alleged. "That was amazing! Nobody's ever stood up to Sunset before."

Dash blinked. "Are you serious? I'm the only one?"

"Well, let's just say, the last girl who challenged Sunset ended up in the morgue," Trixie said tentatively.

Dash gasped. "She murdered her?"

Fluttershy shook her head. "Well, nobody really saw what happened, so we don't know. The girl yelled at Sunset in the locker room, Sunset took her behind the shower curtains, and when she came out, the girl was dead."

They all shivered.

"I bet it was her," Twilight shuddered. "What else could have happened?"

"Yeah," Applejack agreed. "I'll doubt it was a suicide like all the teachers say."

Before another word could be spoken, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Dash sighed. She hadn't even gotten to eat a thing, and it was all because of Sunset.

The group got up and immediately headed for class.

"ALL RIGHT, DIRTBAGS!" Coach Patriot shouted. "SINCE IT IS P.E., YOU ALL HAVE TO RUN TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE GYM, NO CUTTING CORNERS!"

A series of groans echoed from the children.

"MOVE IT!" he roared, blowing on his whistle.

Sunset raised her hand, ignoring the fact that everyone else was sprinting around the gymnasium. Coach Patriot glared at her.

"WHAT IS IT, MAGGOT?"

She cleared her throat. "I can't do the exercise."

"WHY NOT?"

"I'm wearing a short skirt. I don't believe that's appropriate for running."

Coach Patriot' eye twitched with anger. He pointed towards the group of students, who were panting and heaving while they jogged. "GET OVER THERE NOW!"

Sunset rolled her eyes. She kicked off her shoes, and then joined the cluster of children.

Sonic whooshed around the fitness area at least five hundred times in three seconds. He walked up to Coach proudly, rubbing his nose with his forefinger.

"How was that, Coach?" he grinned.

Coach Patriot glared at him. "SIT DOWN, BOY!"

"Gladly," Sonic replied, plopping himself onto the ground.

Brianna and Sunset glanced at each other as they lightly trotted across the gym. They both grinned devilishly at the same time.

As Dash ran, she could feel their eyes staring her down from behind. When she turned around, she saw them innocently chatting with each other. Confused, she faced forward again, but not before she ran straight into the wall and then falling on her back.

Holding her dizzy head, Dash looked up to see everyone laughing at her. She flushed, humiliated.

Sonic noticed this and tried to get up in order to assist her, but Coach Patriot grabbed his right shoulder roughly, keeping him on the ground.

Dash slowly got up, feeling a slight lack of feeling in her left arm. Holding her injured limb, the cyan girl trudged her way to where Sonic was sitting. Well, actually, he wasn't "sitting" exactly because he was struggling so much against Coach Patriot' grip.

The teacher looked up. "WHAT IS IT, RAINBOW?"

Dash winced. "I-I think I hurt my arm," she said softly.

He clutched her arm with his free hand, inspecting it carefully.

"Am I going to be okay?"

"IT'S JUST A MINOR FRACTURE, MAGGOT. SIT DOWN; YOU'RE DONE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!"

Dash nodded, taking a seat next to Sonic. He smiled at her and she returned it.

"ALSO, NO INAPPROPRITE TALK! I KNOW YOU TWO LIKE EACH OTHER, SO I HAD BETTER NOT HEAR ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY!" he told them. It was still loud, but not so loud everyone in the gymnasium heard.

Sonic's face went a little red, as well as Dash's.

"He likes me?" Dash thought. "I'm almost one hundred percent sure now!"

"Are you okay?" Sonic asked her, concerned.

She shook her head to clear it. "Uh-huh!" she grinned nervously, trying to hide her pink cheeks. She hoped he didn't see her blushing.

"Are you sure? Having a fractured arm must hurt like mad!"

Oh. He was talking about her wound. Thank goodness.

"I'm fine! Trust me."

He sighed. "Oh, that's good. Coach wouldn't let me help you, so I was worrying if you were okay or not."

He was worried? He never worried about her when she was younger!

Dash cleared her throat. She was getting a little uncomfortable about how much they were talking about her.

"So anyway, how've you been lately?"

"Fine, why?"

"No reason. I was just wondering."

"Okay."

There was an awkward silence. "He's still the same as ever," Dash thought again. "So mysterious and always keeping his feelings and past inside."

"Um, how's it been for you these past three years?"

Sonic thought about that. "Well, it was certainly torture without having you around."

Dash blinked. She could feel something in her heart warming up. "R-Really?"

"Yeah," Sonic laughed. "We've missed you, Dashie. You just sort of disappeared."

Dashie? Dash could feel a nice sensation spread throughout her body.

"Where'd you go anyway?"

Dash froze. She started to choke on her last breath. There was no way she could tell him what happened! Fluttershy understood perfectly that it was a secret, but Sonic? He would march right over to her house and kick her step-mom's butt! Dash knew she couldn't let him do that. If he did, Margaret would probably kill her. No joke. She tried to think of a lie.

"Um, I…uh…"

He eyed her down cautiously. "Dash? Is there something you're keeping from me?"

Oh great, now she was stuck.

"Well, um, n-not really. I mean, I…well,"

Sonic took her hands in his. "Dash, if there's something you need to tell me, please. I'm here for you. What's wrong?"

Dash turned her head away from him, squeezing her eyes shut. Just looking at him made her want to break down and tell him everything.

"I…My step…," she caught herself. "I-It's nothing, Sonic…Nothing."

Sonic's eyes widened. "Your step…? Your step…what?"

Dash shook her head back and forth. "Nothing! I-I didn't say anything!" she got up as fast as she could just as Coach Patriot blew his whistle, signaling the end of the exercises. All the students at this point were lying on the ground, practically crawling the track.

"OK! NO MORE OF THIS! EVERYONE GO INTO THE LOCKER ROOM UNTIL YOUR SIXTH HOUR!" Coach Patriot snarled.

"YAY!" everyone cheered, zipping into the separate locker rooms. There was one for boys, and the other was for girls.

Sonic sighed, defeated. He watched sadly as Dash hurried to the locker room.

Dash pressed her back against her locker, sliding downwards slowly until she was sitting on the floor. She hid her face in her gloved hands. Never had she felt so awful. It seemed like her life was destroying itself bit by bit. Dash rested her head against the locker and closed her eyes. Not only was she upset at herself, but she was upset at her step-mom. If Margaret was only nice to her, she wouldn't have had to hurt Sonic's feelings. Now that she thought of it, if Margaret was nice, she wouldn't have had to answer that question in the first place and her life would be as it should be.

Dash stood up sluggishly. She was in no rush now that she was sure Sonic hated her. If only she could have told him the truth. But now, it was too late. She tossed her backpack onto her shoulder, and then trudged her way over to the door, waiting for the signal to leave. Sunset and Brianna smirked at her from over in another part of the room.

The gesture came from a female coach as she waved them all to go. Seeing this, all the girls barged out the door, knocking each other out of the way in the process. Dash was the first one out because she had waited at the door so early.

When Dash stepped outside, she saw the boys coming out of a different room close by. Sonic got out of the room. He seemed sad. When he saw her, his downcast face seemed to brighten up slightly. He walked over to her, but Dash walked right past him.

Sonic bit his lip. "Wait!" he cried out to her. She kept walking. Dashknew if she walked with him, he would want to talk to her about why she had left. The conversation would quickly change to the mistreatment, and then she was done for. No going back.

However, Sonic wasn't through. He grabbed her arm, twisting her around and forcing her to face him. He looked her dead in the eyes, sending a chill down her spine. "Dash, please talk to me. I want to help you!"

Dash shook her head. "Please, could you just drop it?" she cried.

Sonic took a step back. He didn't want to argue with her. "Ok Dash," he agreed, feeling overpowered. "If that's what you want."

Dash smiled sorrowfully at him. "Thank you, Sonic. I appreciate it," she whispered. They both continued walking to their sixth period.

"Gooooooooood mooooooooorning, class!" Mrs. Walsh, an ostrich, squeaked in an annoying high pitched voice. If Dash hadn't known better, she would have said the lady was high.

"Um, isn't it the afternoon?" a random kid called out from the back of the room. "It's 2:00 pm."

Mrs. Walsh gave him an evil glare that would put Shadow's glare to shame. "Did you just contradict me, bub?" she hissed at him through a creepy smile.

The kid sweat dropped. "N-No, ma'am."

The scary grin never left her face. "That's much better," Mrs. Walsh smirked.

Dash looked over at Sonic who was snoring away, his feet up on his desk and his arms behind his head. She giggled mutely. Some things never change…

Mrs. Wlash looked around the room. Her smile was so big; you could see all her pearly white teeth. "Now, who knows how many bones are in the body?"

Nobody answered. Everything was dead silent.

"Anyone?"

Nothing.

"I guess I'm going to have to call on someone them," she beamed. "Hmmm…Sonic?"

Sonic opened one eye, irritated about being woken from his serene nap.

Mrs. Walsh had an eerie grin on her face. "Sonic?"

Sonic gulped. "Uh, could you repeat the question?"

"Sure, how many bones are in the body?"

Sonic started to sweat. "Uh, well…"

Dash leaned over towards his desk and whispered something into his ear. Mrs. Walsh glowered at her.

"Ms. Rainbow! Don't help him! If he doesn't know the answer, then he'll just have to accept his detention."

Dash flushed. "S-Sorry, ma'am…"

With a dramatic eye roll, Mrs. Walsh stared Sonic down, making him lean back in his chair more then he already was. "Well? We're waiting."

Sonic swallowed apprehensively. "2-206?" he guessed, using the answer Dash had given him.

The woman tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're safe, for now. Who knows what the smallest bone in the body is called?"

Sonic sighed, relieved. "Thanks, Dashie," he whispered gratefully.

Dash nodded. "Don't mention it," she whispered back.

"I said 'who knows what the smallest bone in the body is called?'"

Dash raised her hand. "The stirrup!" she answered before she was called on. "It's found in the middle ear, which is attached through the incudostapedial joint to the incus laterally and to the fenestra ovalis, the "oval window", medially."

Everyone stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Geez, Dash," Sonic gaped. "You sound like an encylopedia."

She winked at him. "I got it off the internet."

Mrs. Walsh clapped. "Very impressive, Ms. Rainbow," she applauded. "You could all learn something from her."

"We already have!" some kid yelled. "We learned she's a nerd."

Everybody laughed at that, except Sonic and Dash. Sonic scowled at all of them.

"That's not true!" Sonic yelled. "Just because she's smart, doesn't mean she's a nerd! My little brother is a genius, and he's not a nerd!"

All the students thought about that. In just a matter of seconds, they were all mumbling agreements. Some of them glared at the kid who had called Dash a nerd. The kid grinned nervously.

Dash smiled over at Sonic. "Thanks, Sonic."

He gave her a thumbs up. "No problem!"

Mrs. Walsh was still smiling, but behind her eyes, you could see pure hatred. She hated children. The woman reached under the desk and pulled out some candy. "I need some sugar to calm myself down…," she told herself, popping the sweets into her mouth. It appeared to just make her more hyper.

"We'redonefortheday!" Mrs. Walsh said so fast, no one understood her. She was twitching around, that same creepy smile getting bigger by the minute. The woman was hardly able to control the sugar rush.

Everyone laughed at the crazy teacher. There seemed to be a hordful of candy under her desk, because she ate one every five seconds, increasing the twitching and hyperness.

Sonic and Dash laughed together. They looked over at each other, still snickering, and blushed slightly.

Sonic felt his muzzle burn up, and turned away, hiding his blush. Dash giggled at him. She sighed. "He's so cute…," she thought, resting her palm on her cheek.

Sonic sneaked a peek at her. "She's so cute…," he thought, watching her as she giggled. "I wish I could tell her how I feel about her. Never thought I'd see the day that I loved her as much as I do now.

The rest of the classes seemed to fly by. Before they knew it, the school bell rang, determining the end of school.

Sonic stood up from his chair and headed for the door, Dash close behind him.

"So, Dash," Sonic cleared his throat. "I was wondering...I was wondering if you, I don't know, wanted to, um, do something later? Together?"

Dash gasped. Her heart warmed up at the thought of going someplace with Sonic. "Y-You mean, like a date?"

He shrugged. "Sure, if that's what you want to call it."

Dash hugging him gently. "Of course, Sonic!" she giggled. "I'd love to!"

Sonic tensed at her touch, but relaxed after realizing she wasn't glomping him like she used to. "G-Great! How about 6:00?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yes! That's wonderful!"

"I'll come over to your house."

Dash flinched. "Uh, actually, I was thinking maybe I could maybe meet you somewhere...Like, at a restruaunt?"

Sonic looked suspicious at first, but smiled, and said, "Sure. Where do you like to eat?"

"Maybe, that Italian place next to Twinkle Park?"

"You got it! I'll meet you there at six," Sonic grinned. "I'll put it under my name."

Dash's smile was so lovely right then; Sonic believed it outshone the angels. Neither of them could wait for 6:00 to come.

Me: Alright 3 more to go.