Welcome to my new story! Let me explain something: While typing a different fanfiction (Miles from Home), I came up with this theory on how Amy got her powers and joined Team Sonic. At first, I thought I would just explain it, but then I decided to just publish a short story on it. It will not be very long, probably about 6 chapters (10 at the most). You do not need to read Miles from Home to understand what's going on however you may be confused by one thing. Amy has met Sonic before. She performed CPR on Tails and saved his life, however Tails does not remember this. That's all you really need to know.
Also I Co-Write/Edited Shattered Thorns with my good friend, HaloEssence111. Or as I like call them, Halo. Just thought I should give them some credit.
And if you like to listen to music while reading, I list a song every once in a while. Just a fun optional feature I like to do.
Off we go!
Suggested Song: Real Gone-Sheryl Crow
Amy Rose, member of Team Sonic and consultant of GUN. That's me… But it's not just me. I have a friend who helps me on my missions. No it's not Sonic. It's not Tails, or Shadow. Rouge and Cream are friends, but they aren't constantly giving me advice and helping my technique improve. They do that, but not constantly. My friend is the person who gave me my hammer. Who are they? That's something I don't tell, because if I do, I'm afraid people will think I'm insane.
I gave a few more pushes off the ground and my skateboard shot forward off the ramp. Down the street a little ways, Scotty and Meg gave a whoop and sped up. Smirking, I followed.
For the past hour the three of us had been grinding up the street. And let me tell you, it was the best part of the day.
I was wearing a pair of baggy, faded blue jeans with a loose white t-shirt, something my parents would never in a million years approve of. My red helmet was strapped under my chin with matching knee, elbow and wrist guards. Just because I was rebellious didn't mean I wasn't insane. True, some skaters thought it was strange and completely useless, but I still was the better trick skater with them on so I preferred to be a little hindered than risk a painful scrape and have to make up some wild explanation to my parents.
Speaking of tricks…
I knelt down slightly and jumped up grabbing the board. My board grinded on a nearby handrail down a group of stairs. Just before I ran out of room, I jumped up, flipped forward and landed with the board on the ground while simultaneously pushing off the ground and continued rolling down the street.
"Guurl! You got the moves to make it big!" Meg called. Scotty nodded in agreement and grinded against a park bench, upsetting the pigeons.
I smiled and finally caught up to them, "What can I say? I-"
"AMELIA CLARA ROSALINA! WHAT IN MOBIUS ARE YOU DOING?"
Chaos…
My mother was standing on the front porch, arms crossed and a deeply etched scowl on her face. I had forgotten to avoid my house...again.
"COME HERE, THIS INSTANT!"
Meg and Scotty exchanged a look that clearly said, 'Someone needs to loosen up,' then skated down the street out of sight. Wish I could do the same...
With my feet dragging behind me, I walked up to 13 Ruby Lane, my 'home'. Mother did not appear to be in the mood to debate with me, so I decided it was best to stay quiet for the following lecture.
"Out on the street! Skateboarding of all things! Now what did I say about this so called 'sport'? It's dangerous! The amount of patients I have had to operate on because of a skating accident makes me nervous enough! And skateboarding is not something a proper lady should ever dream of doing! What in the world are you wearing? Are these jeans torn? Where is your uniform skirt and blouse? Is this what you have been doing all afternoon? What would the neighbors say if they saw you out on the street dressed like a poverty-stricken hooligan and SKATEBOARDING? Inside, right now! Go cleanup for dinner!"
I trudged in obediently. This whole rebelling against my parent's thing was new to me, and sometimes I wondered if I was doing the right thing.
I was born about eight years after the two got married… and let's just say they weren't planning on having children. So when I came around, they decided something along the lines of, "Hey! It's a kid! How about we take this adorable bundle of misfortune and turn it into something we can learn from?" Can you say insane parenting idea?
Suzy, the maid, handed me a clean uniform as I walked by her up to my room. I climbed the stairs, turned left and opened the second door on the right, revealing my room.
Now there's an average bedroom, and then there's mine. So picture this: queen sized canopy bed against the far wall, with long, flowy pink curtains; a large desk to the right of the bed with a cushioned seat and state-of-the-art laptop; a small white marble balcony to the left of the bed with French doors leading inside; enough room to practice ballet, gymnastics, and karate; a flat screen TV on the wall, a walk-in closet filled to the brim with the latest styles, three bookshelves stuffed to bursting, floor to ceiling mirrors on the opposite wall to the bed, a hope chest at the foot of the bed with a bunch of old junk (or 'precious memories' as mother called them), and my personal favorite, a vintage pink rotary phone on an ornate bedside table to the left of the bed.
Yeah. I'm spoiled.
About an hour after I had gone up to my room, a small knock came at the door. "Miss Amelia?" Suzy knocked on the door gently, "Your parents request your presence at supper."
"Coming!" I yanked a comb through my long tresses, trying to make it look somewhat presentable. The last thing I needed was for my parents to know I had been practicing karate for the past hour. Throwing my hair up into a sloppy ponytail, I ran out the door and banged down the stairs.
Suzy was waiting for me at the bottom with a brush. "Ah, ah, ah, that's not going to work." She yanked my hair out of the ponytail and brushed out every tangle in three strokes. Within ten seconds, she had weaved a tight braid that reached about the center of my back and tied it off with a white silk ribbon. "Now hurry!" She swatted at me lightly, and I obliged without complaint.
Sorry to say that I was late for dinner. Again.
Short chapter, I know. Hope that gave enough background information. Any questions, just leave them in the reviews or PM me. Hope you enjoyed.
I will explain how I came up with this theory at a later date, but here's a hint: it has to do with Amy's character design.
