Amy Rose bit her lip as she watched the snowflakes fall gently down to the ground out of the window. She watched strong men and busy women up and down the streets, rushing to shops and pavement stalls, in hope of finding the perfect present for their loved ones. Looks like everyone was having a good Christmas...everyone except her.

"Five dollars," Amy said to herself, as she sat on a dusty torn apart sofa, tears forming at her eyes. "How can five dollars be enough to buy him a Christmas present?" she asked. And we all know who he is. He is Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog. They had been dating in happiness since the past six years. But now she couldn't even buy him a present to show how much she loved him.

Now, Amy's long pink hair had been the pride of her since she was fourteen. It went down to her waist, and had such beautiful curls and twists, that she nearly looked like an angel from heaven itself.

While Amy was lamenting to herself, tears in her eyes, looking out the window, a small dull pavement building caught her eye. It was very small, and was obviously a cheap building, with dull dark pale paint, a black door, and two cute snow-filled arch-shaped windows."Fair Hair: Sweet Cuts" a sign at the building's forehead read.

Amy turned around and reached for her handbag. Inside it, she put in an empty purse, and walked right out of her apartment, closing the door behind her. She headed to the tiny shop in the corner.

Amy looked around. The small hair salon was falling to pieces. It had chipped paint, holes in the walls, cobwebs in the corner, and most curiously, a small counter made with an up-turned box. Geez, Amy thought to herself, this girl must be really poor. "Hello. My name is Cream." the girl at the cardboard counter said. "How can I help you?" Her voice was like music. It was sweet and sour at the same time, nevertheless cute. One would immediately feel the urge to give her the money she needed badly.

Amy smiled sweetly and turned to face the girl. She looked half her own age. "Cream," Amy said, testing the name on her lips. "Cream, I want you to..." she said, climbing onto the hair-dressing chair.

Cream looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked, innocently.

Amy bit her lip once more. It was harder than she thought it would be, saying what she had in mind to say. "I want you to..."

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She didn't want to do this. But to no avail. She had to buy Sonic a Christmas present, so she had to raise money, so she had to do this.

"I want you to," she said again. She took a dramatic pause before saying, "Cut ALL my hair off."

"What?" Cream asked. "What did you say?"

"I said - chop all my hair off! Quickly! Now!" she said, tears falling from her eyes.

Cream backed away a little at this. She must have thought her new customer was insane, because the look on her face gave it all away.

"O-o-okay," Cream said, with a nervous tone in her voice. Taking her shampoo and scissors, she set to work.

Snip! snip! Amy watched horrified as the first 20 inches of her beautiful pink hair fell to the floor. She knew this wouldn't be so easy.

At last, all her hair was chopped off. Instead of having beautiful sea of 40 inches, she had short hair that reached only down to her shoulders.

"Wow! You have such beautiful hair!" Cream cried out, bending down to pick up the remains of Amy's hair on the floor, admirably.

Amy didn't answer. She was too busy thinking and thinking, crying and crying. When she came to think of it, it was all worth it. Immediately, she started to brighten up.

"This will be made into such a pretty wig! It will cost approximately $250 in all! You'll be rich!" Cream cried out, gathering all the hair on the floor with eager hands.

Amy smiled. This is all for you, Sonic, she said to herself. "All I need now is to buy that game for Sonic's laptop!" she cried out, grabbing the money due to her, and running out the door.

Amy ran across the street to the pavement stall which sold video-games. She knew how much Sonic loved them. She looked at every game, and among them, she found the one she knew Sonic had wanted ever since he was eight.

"Sonic Heroes," she muttered, fingering each of the games at the stall. At last, she found it in between Resident Evil and Skyrim.

"E-Excuse me, mister," she said, to the owner of the stall. "How much is - is this game?"

The owner, who happened to be a certain orange fox with two tails, replied, "Seventy-five dollars. It's rated 9/10 by people all around the world."

"Here, take this," Amy said, as she grasped her money in her cheap purse, and brought it out slowly. Without thinking, she found herself bringing out ALL her money, instead of just seventy-five dollars. She handed it to the fox at the stall.

"Thank you," the boy gasped, breathlessly, "Thank you, madam. Why, this is enough to buy bread and rice for my family!"

Amy smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart, as she slowly walked towards Sonic's house. She heaved a sigh of relief, extremely overjoyed she had raised enough money to get what her boyfriend had wanted since he was young.

All she had to do now, she told herself, was get to Sonic safely, and deliver the game over. She beamed with joy that she had done this, even if she had to make the biggest sacrifice of her life.