Hello everyone!

I'm Raven Reverie, you can call me Rav-Rev if you like, and welcome to my first fan fiction! I'm not new to the site, but I'm new as a writer. With summer, and the lazy, sometimes boring days that come with it, I'd love to entertain you with this story, and hopefully many more to come.

But we'll pace ourselves.

So relax, sip a beverage, and I hope you enjoy this fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own SEGA, or any of their characters I'm about to use.

If I did, that alone would make me the best sister ever (to my videogame addicted brothers).

The Class Reject

Chapter 1: Better

I wanted to be a nobody. I wanted to be invisible so that I didn't have to bear the constant looks of pity and humiliation from my fellow classmates. I relished in the idea of returning to my dorm after a long day, and not have to suppress the daily frustrations and disadvantages issued by her. But I was popular. Popular for being Sally's rival. And she was winning.

Amy dabbed the front of her uniform as she stood in front of the girls' restroom mirror. She sighed to herself as she tried to clear the heavy, wet stain of diet cola from her gray vest, which was now soaking through maroon buttoned up blouse. Trying her best to make the blotch unnoticeable, she gave up when her efforts became futile.

In the midst of taking in the situation, in otherwords, trying to find a better way to relieve her anger than scream into the mirror and then demolish it with her personal hammer, a few other Mobian girls walked into the lavatory. Through the same mirror she threatened to destroy earlier, she glared at them. One was grinning and pointing in her direction, and the other trying to reprimand her friend, flashing Amy a look of pity. Amy felt insulted.

As soon as they had traveled into their stalls, Amy slammed her hands on the expensive granite counter top. Entertainment from her expense was one thing, but it hurt more to be pitied. It ate at her pride. Even more so than having cola deliberately splashed on you.

Amy then started to clear her face, stricken by a combination of the sticky diet cola and her dried tears. As she finished and reapplied her makeup, she took another look in the mirror. She was decent now. And for the rest of the day, she mentally vowed that would not let Sally get to her. And if it were possible that things were just as easily said then done, the day would brighten up.

After all, it was only second hour.

As Amy grabbed her books and her messenger bag, she walked the halls of Avalon Academy, a boarding school for the over privileged, with the damaged pride she had left. As her maroon ballet flats grazed the ground, she couldn't help but evaluate this unforgiving battle between her and Sally.

The two used to be the best of friends. Not merely a classmate turned friend, but the type comrade that was practically a sister. Their commonality, their crush on the beloved Sonic the Hedgehog, had brought them together. It made them one.

But sadly enough, the same crush ripped apart their union, and Amy was left with the scars to show for it.

Flashback

Amy's P.O.V

I was spending the night at Sally Acorn's mansion. It was something that I did so often, that I didn't know why I specified that it belonged to her. It was was like my home too. I knew where everything was, and I was always there. Every weekday. Every weekend. But that was going to change soon. Sally and I were going to high-school! And it was a boarding school! The idea relaxed me now that I had gotten my scholarship, and I knew that I wouldn't be confronted by the fact that I didn't have parents. I didn't have to come home to an empty apartment. I would be hours away. A dorm, filled with other girls, Sally, and vivacity would become my home. I welcomed it all.

Sally and I were sprawled inside on the cool marble floor, letting the air conditioning refresh us in the ridged summer heat. We tried swimming in her pool earlier, but even with an advanced cooling system, swimming in the waters, accompanied by the humid air, was just as bad as standing directly in the sun, letting gusts of hot air slap your face.

So we had retreated inside. My body was limp on the ground. I couldn't bear to move in this heat. But as if unfazed by the atmosphere, Sally perked up.

"Hey," She started, motioning at at me, "let's go to a high-school party!" I looked at her as if the heat finally drove her mad. The idea of teenagers jumping around to music in a hot, tight environment, producing more warmth in the process, nearly gave me a heatstroke.

But I didn't want to sound like a bad friend. So I took the cautious approach.

"Sally, what if we get caught?" I stated. "We're only fourteen."

"Nonsense," She said,"my parents won't be back until tomorrow morning. We'll go for like two hours. It's too hot to stay any longer."

I agreed. It wasn't like I had parents who are waiting for me at home.

"Besides, I heard Sonic's going to be there..." That sealed the deal for us.

"Let's go!"

We put on a bit of makeup to conceal our age. We arrived to the party a few blocks away that Sally seemed to be very excited for. But as we entereed, we were exposed to a foreign environment. There were teens dancing sensuallyand erotically with each other. There were couples making out in the corner. It smelled like cheap booze. I didn't know if I wanted to come in.

Sally pulled my arm. " Come on. Just act mature," I nodded.

We remained together, dancing in a crowd. After a while an older male fox came by and lured Sally into a dance. I was surprised by the way she moved, but I took it as my cue to venture off. Maybe I'd find Sonic.

As I walked along the wooden floorboards, a wolf grabbed my arm. I tried my best not to strike him from shock.

"Hey Pinky, can I get you a drink?" He didn't seem too pushy, or anything really, but I hated when people called me 'Pinky'. Also, I watched TV. I knew what they put in those drinks.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I'm not thirsty," I said as he inched closer, "Really."

His grip loosened and I began to walk off. Suddenly I felt a tighter grip on the same arm.

"Heyyyyy..." He said slurring. I should have realized. He was drunk. "Why don'tcha wanna do it with meee?" I tried to pull my arm from his grasp, but he hung on tight. I looked around for help quickly.

My eyes feel on Sonic who was about six feet away, chatting while playing spin the bottle.

"Sonic," I heard my voice call, " SONIC!" I saw him turn in my direction, then face me. He got up, and released me almost effortlessly. Once we were out of the wolf's grasp, he gave me a surprised look. Rescuing always came before questioning in his case.

"Amy? What are you doing here?" He questioned. " This is a high school party." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, you're just a freshman," Sonic wove a finger in my face for correction.

"Sophomore. Anyways, it's not safe for you to be here alone," I shook my head.

" I'm not. Sally was with me. I don't know, she was dancing with some guy," I peered up at Sonic, " I don't want to be here. It was her idea. Is there anywhere I can go-" I saw Sonic motioning for the door.

" I'm not leaving yet. But somewhere where I won't be terrorized by drunk high school rapists?" Sonic snickered.

" I suppose you could come with me. I was playing spin the bottle. The only harm you might face is getting kissed, but you won't be raped. Hopefully," I giggled before following in his lead.

Sonic sat down on the sofa, and I found an open space slightly opposite from him. The game played for a little more than an hour, and I avoided being kissed, but after a while, I felt that I had to look for Sally. She had disappeared from the view I had of her dancing, and I didn't want anything happening to her, like what may have happened to me.

When I prepared to get up, I was grabbed down by a hand. It was a red female cat sitting next to me during the game. " You can't leave until you're kissed!"

I groaned. I really didn't want to kiss anyone. Well, accept for Sonic, but there were about 10 of us sitting around, so what were the odds that I'd be matched up with him?

I sat down and spun the bottle bracing myself. I didn't even realize that my eyes were closed until the group called out 'Sonic'. My eyes flashed open, and I gazed at him. He looked anxious, and I tried to hide my fear with a smile. As he inched closer, I did as well. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips melt onto my cheek. It burned there for a few seconds, then he released. I smiled, then sat down touching my cheek. That was all I needed.

But one of his buddies tapped him.

"C'mon Sonic, give her a real kiss!" I could hear the group chant ' Kiss! Kiss!', and a small crowd began to assemble. Everything was heating up by the mass of the crowd and the moment. I couldn't hide my anxiety as Sonic's locked eyes with mine. As he neared closer, I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my face...

SMACK

I felt a hand collide against cheek. My eyes opened in shock.

Sally.

Tears were riding down her face as her eyes were replaced by fire. I touched my face wincing, I could still feel a sting.

"You bi-bitch!" She screamed at me. I got up, waving my hands in defense.

"Sally, I didn't-" She cut me off.

"How could you do this to me? After everything we've gone through?" I could feel a larger crowd forming, as tears lined my eyes.

"L-look Sally, it was spin the bottle-" I tried to finish, but she shook her head.

"I don't give a fuck about what you have to say. You're nothing to me," I let the tears fall, as I became captured in rage.

"Why? Because you were off dancing with some guy? It's always about you! How you want to see things! How you want to do things! It's SPIN THE BOTTLE what the HELL do you expect?"

I huffed as I glared into her eyes. Her orbs began to soften, and she looked around. She suddenly stood on the table were the bottle rested, and towered over a majority of the party goers. I lifted a brow.

"Hey everyone!" She called out. Some guy turned off the music, and the room's attention turned to her. She gave me a death glare as she demonically pointed a finger at me. " This girl, was messing around with my boyfriend. She knew clearly how much I loved him, and was kissing him!"

Immediately the audience started to bustle. Profane names were thrown my way as I continued to stare at her. I looked around at the people I was just sitting by. All of them were giving me disapproving glances.

"Not cool," The cat I was talking to earlier dissed. I was dumbfounded; Sally was clearly lying. How could they not tell?

Sally opened her mouth to begin again, as Sonic stopped her.

"Sally, stop, you're causing a commotion," Sally gazed at him briefly.

"I'm almost done," she said toward him. " Only Sonic doesn't know that Amy hates him. She only wanted to date him so that she could say that she had a heroic boyfriend. Then dump him on his ass when she was done with him."

She looked over to Sonic, who was giving me a questionable look. My face turned red in dismay.

"Hey Sonic, remember when you broke your arm last year?" Sally narrowed her eyes at me. "Amy didn't even look at your direction until it was healed. She's just a backstabbing bitch that only wants you when you're an asset. She only wants to hurt us." I was appalled.

He lived three hours away. I sent him a dozen letters to his boarding school! Sally and I even wrote most of them together!

Then it clicked.

Sally had been sabotaging me for our entire friendship.

I walked toward Sonic, grabbing a hold of his arm.

"You can't believe her Sonic," I could feel my voice crack. "it's not true." He jerked his arm back, and started to walk off with his head lowered.

"Just leave me alone," He mumbled. With that, Sally jumped off the table facing me. A sinister grin replaced replaced any sort of misery she once had. She placed a hand on my shoulder as she prepared to leave, probably to reconcile with Sonic. I threw her hand off.

"Touchy?" She replied. I screamed and gave her a piko-piko hammer to the face, knocking her to the ground were she belonged.

The crowd jeered. She struggled to get up, the same misery slowly returning to her face.

"We'll see who's on top, just you wait!" She spat, grabbing me by the collar of my tank top.

"High-school is going to be hell."

End of Flashback

And wasn't that the case?

It wasn't an understatement to say that Sally had everything. Her family practically paid to keep the school running, while Amy fought for an academic scholarship to be here. Sally's parents were celebrities, while it almost seemed as though Amy was placed on Mobius like an abandoned extraterrestrial. Sally was a homecoming queen, junior prom queen, president of the thespian society, and vice-president only to her boyfriend, Sonic the Hedgehog.

For Amy? She just preoccupied the clubs Sally failed to pay attention to. Hell, Sally even dressed remarkably better. Even though the girls were forced to wear uniforms consisting of a gray vest and maroon or navy colored buttoned up blouse, accompanied by a matching plaid skirt, while boys wore gray suits with maroon or navy buttoned up shirts and ties, Sally's clothing always looked designer, and were accessorized with expensive jewelery. She strutted around in stilettos as if she owned the place. And she did, essentially.

Sally was a social riot, while Amy only found comfort in academics. But that wasn't even enough.

Amy glared at the sunroof ceiling, exposing a cloudy day, and clenched her fist. Amy had the satisfaction of being first in their junior class, but Sally was a close second. She probably paid Tails from the neighboring all-boys' boarding school to do the homework for her. Perhaps it was one of the hidden benefits she got from Sonic, but why did she have to rival her in an academic domain too?

As Amy remained fixed in a 'Damn this world' position. She received weird glances from passing students. Mortified, she continued on her way to class.

This war between the two had now sizzled into Sally simply dominating and Amy waving a white flag. But even with Sally victorious, it was almost as if Sally wanted her dead, or at least the ultimate victory of running Amy out of the school that she, at one point in time, begged Amy to go to.

As she strolled into her AP Physics class, she sat down, hoping her teacher, Mr. Tiger, would overlook her. Naturally, he issued her a tardy and a classroom assignment, then pointed to her seat. Amy took it weakly and sat down. And as she stared at that tardy slip, she realized her problem.

She was always publicly humiliated. First, for her love for Sonic, by Sally. Second, by Sally in general.

Now it was by her teacher, as she saw other students snickering in her direction. She looked toward Sally's direction, who was also in the class. Amy narrowed her eyes as she noticed that Sally was the one making the other students laugh. Never mind, Sally was STILL insulting her!

"Looks like someone took her time to drink her soda. And she still made a mess," The students began to giggle some more, as if anything Sally said was more hilarious than her fault. " What a dumb-ass!"

The class errupted in laughter.

Amy turned to the teacher, who pretended not to hear the comment by scribbling something down.

Amy rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't do anything. Sally was untouchable. This was her school, and if Sally had anything to complain about, it could become no school at all. No one, at least none of the faculty members, wanted to risk that.

Besides. Amy was apparently the one at fault. To the incredibly confused, Sally's behavior towards her would seem like flattery, since Sally only tormented Amy. True, people could see the terrible things she did to the pink hedgehog, but it's not like Sally ever did anything bad to them. In fact, she was even nice to most of the non-popular high schoolers in her own fake way. Just not to Amy.

Naturally, nerds and dorks and losers were put into their place by their lacking appearance and interests, but there really was no bullying here. It was a zero tolerance school. Separated by an unspoken communication, everyone knew their place. But Amy didn't have one. She was the bug of the school. She was swatted away for just being there, especially when Sally was near. And until Sally decided to behave differently, or Amy left, nothing would change that.

Saddened, but not yet broken, Amy rested her head on the desk after completing the assignment.

The teacher rose up from his cherry-colored table, and cleared his throat.

"Okay class, I'll be collecting your homework on wave oscillations shortly, but I have very good news for one of you." Amy didn't move. More great news for Sally I bet, Amy managed to think.

"As you all know, the Principal's Humanitarian Honor Award is very special. It is usually only awarded to seniors who have outstanding grades, and have participated in numerous volunteer programs and clubs. But this year we have an exception. Two students this year have been granted the award. One being senior, Sonic the Hedgehog..." The class clapped for Sally's boyfriend.

"And a special junior, whose volunteer work in Hiforo, exceptional G.P.A, and world-charity participation as club president, made her a true contender..." Amy rose her head in surprise, as the teacher tried to do a dramatic drum roll on a desk.

"Amy Rose!"

The class began to clap awkwardly before receiving a death glare from Sally to silence them. Amy smiled however, as she felt Sally trying to melt her with a spiteful glare.

"During today's pep rally and assembly, Sonic and Amy will be receiving their medals, certificates, and their names engraved upon the plaque-" The bell rang before he could continue.

"Any way, don't forget to congratulate them! Leave your homework on your desk, and see you tomorrow."

Amy brightened up as she gathered her supplies to go to her next class, AP English. On her way out, she was stopped by her teacher.

"Hey Amy, congrats. I know you have it rough sometimes, and I know that as teachers, we should not be condoning rude behavior, but today is your day, and don't let anyone bring you down," Amy smiled and thanked him.

As Amy peered out into the hallway, she could overhear Sally complaining to one the students that she deserved the award. Amy brushed it off, knowing how shallow Sally was. It was probably only so that she could take pictures with Sonic, and have her name engraved right beside him. Amy beamed. She may not have Sonic, but this was truly the only joy she had gotten from being here. Sally couldn't touch her. At least not today.

And that was all that mattered.