Hello all. I am new to fanfiction and this is my first of many stories to come. Before we get started, this story will have somewhat of a dark aura to it, but I promise it will bear a happy ending. Of course this story is SONAMY.

The summary: Amy was strong on the outside. Like metal, like brick some might say. She was quiet too. Not much to say or do. But everything changes in that little flower shop that her grandpa owned. Her walls begin to crumble after spending an incredible- distraught- night with one boy that changed the way she thought. That changed the way she viewed love..Sonic The Hedgehog...

The Girl Whom Cried

Chapter 1: A normal day...

Today, like everyday, the soup was cold. And pudgy, and thick, and less protein. Amy's mouth made a firm line as she played in her food rather than ate it. The old woman bustled through the kitchen as if she were in her early thirties than her early sixties. She held a wooden spoon in her hand and hummed a tune Amy knew all too well. Amy remembers the song, just not the person who sang it. Her head drooped to one side, propped up by one of her hands. Her pink quills dangled in front of her face. The old woman turned around with a wide smile before it turned to a frown at seeing her granddaughter in such a foul mood. ''Amelia, dear, what's wrong?''

Amy shook her head. ''Nothing, granny.'' And truth was, there was nothing wrong with her. Other than that she didn't feel like waking up to go to school. She was too tired, craving her soft bed.

Granny shook her head, disbelieving her granddaughter. ''Something wrong with you, child. Bad day at school yesterday?''

Amy sighed and put her spoon down. The soup was slowly eating at her appetite. It did not look pleasing to the eye. ''No, granny. School was fine.'' Boring, to be exact. Amy still didn't have any friends or classmates to talk to. Not that anyone wanted to talk to her anyway. They would look at her, look at her as if she were a statue, a piece of glass staring right through her. And even if she thought they would be talking to her, it's the person passing her by or the person behind her. ''I'm just tired.'' She truthfully answered. If she played her cards right, she would play sick and forget about going to school for the day.

Her granny nodded. ''I'm tired everyday girl, but I can't be taking no off days when there's money to be made. Your grandpa going be in such a feisty mood with me!''

And speaking of grandpas, ''Is he suppose to be taking me to school today?'' Amy asked and washed the cold soup down the disposal.

''Right you are. Let me go wake that two-tone whale up.'' Granny gave a roll of her eyes and wiped her hands dry before making her way down the hall. Amy finished packing her bag before swinging it behind her back. Yesterday, she forgot her reading book and the reading teacher made her sit in the back until everyone was finished with the eighth chapter. It was the most embarrassing moment for Amy when all those eyes mocked her. The sad part was that everyone knew how good Amy was in school. She never got yelled at, got in trouble, suffered detention, or had an suspension. These were all great key points, in return her classmates envied her.

Today, she remembered her reading book.

From down the hall, Amy could hear the pounding footsteps of her grandfather. His heavy footsteps and deep voice resonated to her ears. It brought a small smile on her face as he greeted her with a hug. Granny came in next, changed from an apron to some nurse scrubs. ''Are you staying after school, Angel?'' Amy tilted her head to think about it for a moment. She usually stayed after school for math tutoring, since it was her most hated subject. But, that was only on Thurdays. On Tuesdays she stayed to help her favorite teacher, Mrs. Gwen, to clean up and plan tomorrow's lesson. Today, she would come home and sleep.

Sleep was the main goal.

''No, Sir. I'm coming straight home.'' Amy answered, flickering a piece of hair behind her ear. Her grandpa gave a nod and the two stepped out the door, biding goodbye to granny.

The car started up and made the silence feel less awkward. Amy was never silent in her life whenever she was around her grandparents. Only times she went to school were the moments she was quiet. Too scared to say anything. Her grandpa questioned her about it one time, asking if someone was bullying her. Amy told him no. ''I'm not being bullied, grandpa. My eyes are just... not talking today.'' she had told him. Grandpa nodded and dismissed the issue.

King Hill Campus was a bit far. Everyday the two had to take around two highways and get on the freeway, then take a few turns before they reached the destination. It was worth it to Grandpa. The school was the best place to attend on Mobius. The campus was divided into six buildings, a large acre for two buildings each. First, two buildings was the elementary side where it had from kindergartner to fifth grade. One building was for the kindergartners to the second grade. The second building was for the third through fifth grade. Second, the other two buildings was for the middle schoolers. The first building was the main office for the middle school and the elementary school. The second building was where the sixth, seventh, and eighth grade shared classes. Unfortunately, Amy was in the eighth grade, so she took her classes there. Lastly, the two buildings was for the high school. One building was where the main office for the high school and the ninth and tenth graders gathered for class. The second building was for the eleventh and twelfth graders' classes. The campus was large, including many after school clubs and a playground for the little kids. And not to forget a gym across the street, Amy's most hated activity.

Once Amy got to the front building, she kissed her grandpa's cheek and slammed the car door. Grandpa pulled off after seeing her walk through the double doors. Amy stopped in her tracks, staring at the gold and red walls the school painted new at the beginning of the year. They were no longer the Soldiers, but instead the King Hill's Tigers. It took some time for everyone to get used to and even the name started to sound catchy. Hopefully, with this new title the basketball team would actually start winning some championships.

Amy was greeted by fast-pacing students. Each her own age, and rummaging through their lockers. The middle schoolers had as much freedom as the high schoolers to stay out until the bell had rung for class. Amy had no need to go through her locker. Everything she had would last her the full day. She found a nearby bench and sat down, pulling out some earphones and listening to some music on her phone. She watched people pass by her, some alone, many had friends.

Two girls, both pretty. Prettier than me, Amy thought. One was a pink rabbit, peach muzzle, arms, underbelly, and hair. She wore a simple blue tank-top and blue shorts. The other was a dark brown chipmunk, light brown belly, and muzzle. She had some pretty brown hair also. Just like the other girl, she wore a blue shirt and some blue jeans. Amy knew the chipmunk, known as Sally. She was in homeroom with her and usually her partner in Social Studies.

The next group, all boys, all laughing about something ridiculous. One of the boys was a yellow fox with a white belly and two-tails. Amy remembered him because he was her math partner. The other one, an echidna, the color of blood with long dreadlocks running down his back. Amy seen him before, probably science class or was it studyhall? The last one was a hedgehog. The color of royal blue, the color of the ocean with the most greenest eyes she ever saw. She saw him in many of her classes, but she never once stop to talk to him. Not that she would anyway. She knew him because his father worked with her grandfather.

The group gave her a glance and begin snickering as they walked away. Amy hung her head down in embarrassment, knowing that they were laughing about her. Amy stuffed her earphones in her bag and got up from her seat. Enough relaxation for the day.

Amy's P.O.V

My first period was homeroom. My reading teacher, Mrs. Gwen. I sat in the third row, second to last desk next to a brown honey badger. I was the second student in the classroom. Mrs. Gwen was no where in sight and as the classroom begin to pile up, the chatter ascended. I never really liked to talk to anyone, unless it was mandatory such as asking for a piece of paper or pencil. Other than that I would keep to myself. The other students in my classroom had friends everywhere you looked. One of the girls from earlier, Sally Acorn took her seat beside me, flipping her hair to one side.

''Hey, Amelia.'' She greeted with a smile.

She was always friendly with me so I smiled and waved back. ''Hi Sally.'' The conversation usually ended there and we would continue doing what we were doing. Sally turned her head to talk to the other person and I would look down at my bag, pretending to search for something. The next and the last student to walk in would be Sonic the Hedgehog. The hedgehog with the royal blue fur, the ocean blue fur, and the prettiest eyes I ever seen. He sat in front of me as he slammed his bag down on his desk. He waved at Sally and even said ''Hey'' to the honey badger next to me. He never uttered a word to me. Maybe because he didn't like me. I didn't just know him from school. His dad and my grandfather own a flower shop together. We usually would go there after school and study or help out. Only at the flower shop he would talk to me out of necessity. If we were any place in public, he would ignore me.

Mrs. Gwen came in some time later, followed by a one-year-old duplicate of herself. Mrs. Gwen was a pretty lime colored hedgehog with purple quills. She usually came in with matching business shirts and skirts, rarely pants. ''Alright, class.'' She greeted, picking up her one-year-old child. ''Before we get started, I want everyone to meet Elena, my daughter.'' Elena hid her face, feeling shy. It brought a smile to my face, it was so cute to see a shy baby. Before class got started, Mrs. Gwen sat the baby near her desk and allowed the one-year-old to color.

Mrs. Gwen ordered Sally to pass out the assignment for today. ''Class I have a feeling that you all are going to hate me today.'' She bowed her head down in shame. ''But, for the past few weeks Principal Laden prompted me to give a project to all my classes.'' Insert the groan from every student except me. ''Yeah, I know. I don't see why I need to do this anyway.'' Mrs. Gwen said before sitting on her desk. Elena stumbled over to her momma, wanting to be carried. Mrs. Gwen tried shooing her away, but picked up the baby anyway. ''So, for the project it's going to be something fun and would last 'til the end of the year.'' She gave the class a smile, not that anyone smiled back at her.

''It's an creative project that will require two people so just like in math class, you will be assigned a partner until the end of the year. Everyday except on Fridays when we have tests, you will be able to work on these projects for about twenty minutes or so.'' I scribbled my name on a piece of paper over and over as she was talking. I liked my reading teacher, but sometime her voice bores the heck out of me.

''Don't worry, I assigned everyone partners. I know for a fact if I let you choose your partners, you would choose your friends and the two of you would hardly ever get anything done with your project. So, thank me if you must.'' Insert another groan. My ears pricked up at this and my eyes stared at Mrs. Gwen, hopefully she would see the terror in them.

''There would be a boy and girl working together. For the project, each of you must create something artsy... musical... something inspirational. Something that screams A+! In other words, create anything like a poem, short story, book, anything that requires an musical event. Now, don't go music crazy. I will not allow intolerant cursing in songs used. So, please don't use Drake too much or Lil Wayne, whatever you kids like nowadays. '' The class snickered. I looked around for the possibilities of who my partner might be. Hugo the Bear, we never talked. Once he asked me for a pencil, but his presence is so huge and I was somewhat scared of him. Silver the Hedgehog, he was too smart for his own good. I even heard someone called him naive when it came to relationships. He wasn't bad to look at, but I didn't want him to be my partner. The boy in front of me- Sonic the Hedgehog- I couldn't work with him. Not that I didn't want to, it's just that I really think he hate me. I don't know why, I just have a feeling. The other boys, Joseph the Wombat, Mike the Cat, Johnny the Dog, and Zachary the Parrot were other boys I never talked to.

Who could be qualified for me?

Mrs. Gwen answered that question when she started calling the names. ''First set, we have Sally Acorn and Joseph the Wombat. Second set, we have Silver the Hedgehog and Cream the Rabbit. Third set, we have Tails the Fox and Aaliyah the Cat. Fourth set, we have Amy Rose and Sonic the Hedgehog-''

Wait, what?

Can we backtrack to the beginning and change some things please?

''Fifth set, we have Blaze the cat and Mike the cat. Sixth set, we have Zachary the Parrot and Kyla the honey badger. Seventh set, we have Johnny the dog and Willow the rabbit. Lastly, we have Hugo the bear and Olivia the Bee. I hope you're all happy with your partners-''

''What if we don't get along with our partners?'' One kid piqued in the back.

Mrs. Gwen shrugged. ''One of the most realest lessons of life is that sometime you will be partnered with someone you won't like.'' I know that lesson all too well. My old teacher, Mrs. Wilcox in first grade told us that. Mrs. Gwen rocked the baby on her hip. ''So, since this project is new we will take the whole class period to work on it. Tomorrow, we'll be working on our test first and then you may work on your projects. Good luck.'' She said.

I wanted to roll up in a shell and roll away from the world. Or worse, die in front of everyone. The boy in front of me took his time, playing with the pencils on his desk or piling his paper neatly. It took some time, but he finally turned to me. ''Hey.'' He said.

''Hi.'' I say.

Sonic grabbed some paper off his desk and put it on mine. He had a pencil in his right hand. ''You ready?''

I gave him a questioning look.

''The project? We gotta brainstorm ideas before we work on anything.'' He informed. I felt dumb because I should know this stuff. With him looking at me like the way he was, I wanted to hop away like a scared bunny. Honestly, I didn't have an idea for our creative project. I wasn't great at writing. I have a D in writing, so I was terrible at it. The only classes I had A's in was science and reading. I had an F in math and in Social Studies I had a B.

''You have any ideas?'' Sonic asked.

I shook my head. Then, I pretended to think like I could brainstorm anything just to impress him. Sonic scribbled on the piece of paper, waiting for me to come up with anything. Little did he know, I had nothing to say. ''Do you have anything in mind?'' My voice was small, but he heard me.

Sonic looked at me. ''I don't know. Lets write a book.''

''A book?''

''What? You don't know how to write a book?''

I was offended. Of course, I didn't, but he didn't have to sound so grumpy or he didn't need to know. ''Do you have a plot for a book?'' I challenged. What's the use of writing a book if you don't have a simple plot for it? Lets see him get it straight.

Sonic's eyes went to the back of the room. I didn't bother to see what or who he was staring at. It didn't matter. In seconds, he came back with a light bulb going off. ''Well, something with action maybe. You like action?''

''It's okay.''

''And adventure. I love adventure stories.'' He said.

''You like to read?'' I only asked this because usually people wouldn't find him reading a book. In reading class, he would intentionally forget his reading book in his locker in order to not read.

''No!" He shouted at me and I slumped in my chair, scared of his voice. He then leaned closer to me, whispering, ''Only when I'm alone.'' My ears pricked and I slowly begin to sit upward again. I loved reading. No matter where I went, a book was at my side. Even in my room I had three bookshelves overloaded with books from different authors. My favorite author is Nicholas Sparks. The way he portray romance in such a blissful gift or such a hurtful event is just amazing. I seen all the movies his books produced. Amazing as always.

Sonic continued scribbling every idea we threw on the table. So far, we had adventure, action, romance (added by me) and suspense. ''Everyone loved suspenseful stories.'' I told him.

''So, what? Like a kidnapping or something?'' He made a face, dismissing the idea.

I wanted to roll my eyes. ''What's the use of reading a story that doesn't make the reader feel like reading on? Do you even know what suspense means?'' I knew that hit a soft spot as I seen Sonic write down the word on the sheet of paper.

''So now we have a story, now for the idea.'' He thought aloud. I sat out on this one. I was never great at plotting story line events. Sonic sat there also, probably pretending to think as much as I was.

This project wasn't going to be easier than I thought.

Mr. Adams gave everyone two sheets of algebra assignments to finish before the bell rung. I stared at the numbers. I don't have dyslexia, but the equations made no sense to me. When I glanced at Tails work he was almost on his second sheet. When I glanced at my work, I wasn't even finish with the first half sheet of the first page. No wonder I had a F in math. I never thought much of my work. I scribbled down anything that came in my mind and hopefully would be able to make it to tutor next thursday.

Our principal came into the room, examining our work. Two other authorities followed him, one loomed over me to see what I was doing. My back tensed up because I knew if he seen the work I done and probably would guess it wrong. When they turned to look at Tails' work, their eyes would probably bulge out in amazement at the smart two-tailed fox. I envied Tails. He probably would have a choice of five or ten colleges for a scholarship and I'll probably be lucky enough to pay my rent for next month!

Science was my next shining mark. In science, my partner was Cream the Rabbit. She was a very nice girl with a bubbly attitude. Something I wished I had. Everyone always spoke to Cream and even invited her to sit at lunch with them. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough to have a seat by lunch.

In science Mr. Sillis gave us a sheet of paper with data marked on it. We had various objects to test the mass and the density. Cream, immediately got to work on the first object. Our graduated cylinder was filled half way and Cream grabbed a toy ball. First, we recorded the weight of the ball and then we dumped it into the graduated cylinder to record the volume. Last, we put it inside the beacon to record if it floated or sunk. We did the same thing over to each of the other objects.

At lunch, I sat at a table alone. One near the garbage can and a large poster that said ''Got Milk?''. The area was surrounded by other students, walking to tables with friends or pretend to be friends. I watched the group of five boys sit at a table beside mine. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and two other boys- Shadow and Scourge. I knew Shadow from the library. He helped me find a book I was looking for. I knew Scourge from Rosy, my cousin whom also went to this school. The two were the best of friends since second grade. She talked fondly of him whenever we were alone. Scourge would be annoyed of her antics, but he loved her. Loved her more than anything. I envied her for this. I wished I had a boy best friend to like, to love, to sit with. Anyone to sit with at least.

And speaking of Rosy, she spotted me and waved as she gathered her tray to sit next to me. I sat up from my seat to get a better look at her. Rosy looked exactly like me. The only difference was her style of clothing and the way she wore her quills. She liked to keep them in an afro-like puff with a headband around her forehead. She loved wearing ripped jeans and short-sleeved shirts. She would never be found wearing a dress.

''Rosy?'' I figured she wanted something since we rarely talked during the school days.

''Hey, Amy. How's lunch?'' She asked, sitting down and begin eating.

Okay, this was getting weird. ''Lunch is fine.'' I think I lost my appetite.

Rosy gave me a nod. And, she turned her head to look at Scourge. Scourge spotted at her, trying to hold a laugh. What were they doing? When Rosy turned back to me, I pretended to be interested in my food. ''Can you help me out with something?'' Rosy's voice rang out.

''What?''

''I have a problem.'' Rosy threw her lunch in the trashbin and clapped her hands together. She sat back down, scooting her chair closer to me. ''I have a crush on this boy.'' I already knew who it was.

''Oh?''

''Yeah.'' Rosy played in her quills, roughing them up a bit. I threw my lunch away, not interested in eating any longer. The only thing I ate was the apple. ''Can you help me get with him?'' She asked.

I don't know if it were the apple or the words that came out of Rosy's mouth that made me choke. ''What? Why should I help you, I don't even know how to talk to boys I like either!''

Rosy rolled her eyes, huffing. ''Who's fault is that? You barely talk to anyone in the school.''

''Not my fault there's a bunch of idiots here.'' With that comment, I felt a sharp sting on my arm. ''Ouch!''

''Stop being so mean.'' Rosy scolded me. She then proceeded to look around the room, her eyes landed on a silver hedgehog. She stared at him for some time and out of the corner of my eye I stared at Scourge, wondering what just happened. ''Silver is incredibly cute! Isn't he?'' She gushed.

What?

''Um, sure I guess.'' I scratched my arm out of nervousness. I thought Rosy liked Scourge. I mean, I'm surprised that she don't speak much of him lately. She always liked Scourge. Right? ''Since when did you start liking Silver?'' I asked.

Rosy's cheeks became flushed as she waved me off. ''Before school started. Remember that summer camp I was asking you to go to, but you kept saying no? Well, I met him there and we became friends.''

''Scourge didn't go with you?''

''Nah, he went over his dad's for the summer.'' Rosy didn't even crack when she said it. Her and Scourge were one of the most inseparable friends of the school. Why would they ever split apart? Silver and Rosy? I'm not good at playing matchmaker, but I think even cupid could agree with me that they are NOT the perfect couple. Rosy was more of the upbeat, feisty girl that didn't care what anyone thought of her. Many of the reasons why grandpa and granny stop inviting her to family outings. Silver was a sweet boy and smart as ever. He had a mind of a lawyer- fashion, great sense of mind, and never back down from an argument. Both are opposite attracts.

So, why again?

''Well, I thought that maybe you and..'' My mind drifted off as I didn't want to offend her about what I thought. Rosy would usually disagree with anything I said.

''Me and who?'' She asked, her voice adding a squeak.

I smiled. ''Nothing. I forgot.''

After lunch, we went to study hall. I sat at a table with Knuckles, a bat named Rouge, and a green hawk known as Jet. I was the only one who studied while we were there. Knuckles and Rouge were flighting (Flirting and fighting). Usually they would say something to compliment the other and then throw some type of comeback. It was somewhat cute if thought through. Jet was passing notes to a swallow at the other table. While they were doing this, I finished my math homework.

''No, my daddy don't like me messing with boys like you.'' Rouge gave a smile at Knuckles.

''What's that suppose to mean?''

''Daddy knows you mean trouble. I'm not allowed to date, anyway.''

''That don't stop you from flirting, does it?''

''I said dating. Not flirting.''

The teacher must had heard them. Mr. Phillips hushed the table and threatened with detention slips. From then on, Knuckles and Rouge passed notes to each other.

Social Studies wasn't much. In class, Mr. Carrison gave us some study notes for our test the next day. We then watched a video about a past war that Station Square had won against Knothole. Many students had questions about the video. Silver being the most. He was born in Knothole and he knew more history then what was given. I knew he was right. In history, everyone lies just to make a certain nation feel great about themselves. We all knew that Knothole won the battle of Temuki fair and square, even Mr. Carrison knew it. But, he proceeded to do his job and teach us what needed to be taught.

After the video, we were partnered up with the person next to us. Sally and I worked on our notes together, reading primary sources that came from expeditions of history. Sally read most of them as I found evidence of how we got the answer. After we finished our work, we were told to study together. Back and forth, we asked each other questions on our study guide.

''Wow, Amelia! You'll do great on your test tomorrow! You got all of them right!'' Sally praised.

So, why do I still have a B in his class?

One more classes and I would be done for the day. My writing teacher, Mr. James was an excellent teacher, by all means. I probably wasn't the greatest student since I had a D. And I never really took time to actually do his work. I usually rushed through whatever I needed to do. In writing, I sat right next to Sonic and on the other side sat Silver. Looking at Silver, I thought of Rosy. Did he have the same feelings as she did for him? I looked down at the notebook he was scribbling in. He was shading in a picture he drew.

Mr. James walked into the room, greeting us with a large smile. ''Hello all!'' He was happy today, so today was going to be a wonderful lesson. On the board, he wrote ''Emotions''. ''Today, class,'' He settled himself on top of his desk, inhaling and exhaling. ''We are going to write in journals. This is going to be a project grade. Apparently, I'm not giving too many projects just like your reading teacher, Mrs. Gwen. So, last weekend I have put together something fun to do for a project. You will all receive two notebooks that should last you until the end of the school year. You are going to write your own autobiography and each day you must write a chapter about your childhood, your dreams, whatever. It must be about you, however. And at the end of the school year, you will turn them in and receive a grade for it on your last report card. Got it?''

Sonic raised his hand.

''Yes, Sonic?''

''The autobiography project, will we have to read it at the end of the year? Like, what if it's private and we don't-''

''No. You only have to turn it in.'' Mr. James said before instructing Silver and Kyla to pass out the two notebooks. The best part about this was that we could choose whatever color we wanted so I choose purple and red. Sonic chose green and blue. Typical of him.

Mr. James gave us the first fifteen minutes of class to write what we wanted in our journals. So, I wrote:

Who ever wanted a daughter with pink fur, peach muzzle, underbelly and arms, and irish green eyes, the color of moist grass? Apparently, my mother didn't want me. My mother committed suicide two days after my birth and my father was emotionally unstable to care for me, so he left me with my grandparents to be raised. Not the grandest past, but I know if I didn't have my grandparents in my life, I'd probably end up in some type of foster care system.

The question I'm pondering is why my mother didn't want me? Why my father didn't want me? Every time I bring it up to my grandparents, they would tell me not to worry about it or dismiss the topic with another. In reality, it's eating me up to know why I'm the accident child or the throw away doll. It wasn't fair that everyone had loving parents and I had nothing. Grandparents, but nothing.

I grew up in a cottage home. Brick and sturdy, with pink flowered roses in my bedroom. Stuffed animals were always given to me by my grandpa and a new flower for the vase that sat on my windowsill. I had no T.V. or any electronics for that matter until I turned thirteen because my grandmother is a true believer of ''Electronics rotten the mind.''

Growing up, my grandmother and I baked sweet treats for her job or for the customers at my grandfather's flower shop. Granny always made me bake, she wanted me to exceed in culinary arts- something I don't want to do. Unlike granny, my grandpa want me to find my skills in the law enforcement. I'm no Silver, a boy in my classroom who's excellent in the mind and witted with smarts. I know I'll never be a lawyer, or a police officer, let alone a judge.

Then, what do I want to do?

I don't know yet. When I was five, I wanted to be a cook, own my own restaurant someday, but then I started hanging out with my cousin, Roselinda, whom was excellent at knitting. She made me want to own my own fashion line someday. When I turned eight, I wanted to be a fortune teller, but even I know that career is full of spamming and phonies. When I turned twelve, I decided I wanted to be a teacher. That dream been longed crush in sixth grade when I was told to read my story in front of the whole class. Talk about a fish out of water! Now, I'm fourteen and I have no idea what I want to be.

The kids around me see dreams and future stars. I see blank. Nothing. Just blank.

Last, I sighed my name, nothing else to write for the day.

After the fifteen minutes were called, we continued on our lesson. Mr. James questioned us about emotions- our feelings, to be exact. Many people named the top ones- Happy, sad, angry. One person said depress. Another said disappointment. And so on and on. We wrote all this on a sheet of paper and he said for homework we had to write an personal essay about what we feel everyday and that it had to be ready to read in front of class the next day. My heart tensed up at the last given direction. I would embarrass myself even worse than when I was in sixth grade!

Just as I wanted to question him about the assignment, he said it would bring up our grades and my mind was on that D. I needed to bring that up as soon as our progress reports came home.

Just as the bell rung, everyone packed up and left out the room. However, I took my time packing up my things. I found it weird that Sonic was the last one in the classroom and the first one out. This made me laugh.

''Amelia? Something funny?'' Mr. James called.

I shook my head. ''No, sir. I was just thinking of something.''

He nodded at me. ''I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great night, Amelia.''

''You too.'' I say as I swing my bag over my shoulder and walk out the classroom. The hallways were filled with students and I walked out, not wanting to be the target of rush. I was greeted by the warm air of the hot day. Many students were outside, already walking to their destination. I sat there, on a bench with one earphone in my ear, humming a song. My grandpa was suppose to be picking me up today and take me to the flower shop to help out. I hope he didn't forget that I wasn't staying after school today.

Just as I was about to call him, I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder. Sonic stood above me with his arms crossed. I gave him a questioning look. ''We walking to the shop.'' He says.

''No, thank you. My grandpa is picking me up.'' I say.

''It's not a question, idiot.'' He narrowed his eyes.

''I'm not an idiot!'' I shouted at him.

Sonic was not amused. ''Then, stop acting like one. I said we're walking to the shop. Your grandpa told me to take you with me because they're busy with customers. Now get up and follow me, will you?'' I stayed planted where I was, angry that he blasted at me in such a public demeanor. After a few minutes, I gave up and packed up my things. We both walked to the flower shop, him in front of me.