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Right! First Fanfiction, kinda nervous. The characters are probably going to be really out of character, but I may keep some traits (Like Tails' IQ, Cream's politeness ect.) So yeah. Not really much else to say, so on with the story!

Disclaimer (I have to do this...): I, in no way shape or form, own Sonic the Hedgehog or any characters that you recognise from the games/tv shows/comics. If I did, Sonic and Amy would be together already!

Preview...

Amy leaned out of her window, allowing the gentle breeze to run it's cool fingers through her pink quills. She smiled sadly, knowing what she was about to leave. So many people... so many lives...

"It's almost time..." she murmured so quietly she wasn't even sure she had spoken. The moon was new, the stars visible in the cloudless sky, and The Romanus was prominent. 'Perfect conditions' were the two words that sprung to mind as she backed away and pulled down the sash window frame.

She sighed as she looked carefully around her room, staring at every object she could make out in the half-light. A single bed, black wardrobe, silver-grey chest-of-drawers... It would all be different so very soon. Amelia Rose, soon to be living a very, very, different life...

I groaned as my alarm went off. Damn, I hate that thing, but it's the only thing beside having cold water poured on my head that wakes me up in the morning (don't ask, I've had the experience).

After literally rolling off my bed, I untangled my self from the black and white duvet, stood up and stumbled over to my chair. I put on my blue and white checked top, a pair of black combats (that were in serious need of repair at the bottom, because I keep walking on them) and my zip hoodie. 'Might as well be comfortable.' I thought to myself as I trudged over to the chest-of-drawers, picking up a hair brush from the floor as I went.

As I attacked my quills (I just don't know how they get so messy...) I glared at my reflection.

"Seriously. I need more sleep..." My eyes looked tired and shiny, as if I had cried, but I just assumed I had some weird problem with my retina or what ever else lies in there (I hate biology, so don't even get me started).

My mum was already awake when I finally got down stairs. She rose her right eyebrow in an amused fashion, looking me up and down.

"Okay, so, let me get this right. You have a school inspection today." I nodded slightly. I already knew what she was going to say.

"So you are going to wear the black trousers that you only wear when you are in a 'too relaxed to do anything' mood. Masa-chan, really?" She was trying to sound firm, but her eyes and grin gave her away.

"Mum, you are terrible at discipline. But if you want me to change..." A hand was placed on my shoulder. She smiled at me and pulled me into a hug.

"You're fine the way you are. Just don't forget your lunch or take spray paint this time, okay?" I pulled a mock-hurt face, but I knew what she meant. Last school inspection had ended up with me in detention for 'vandalism', when all I had been doing was adding a bit of colour to the science block.

"Pfff, fine. I won't get caught this time." Before she could understand what I meant I had taken my lunch from her hand and sped out the door, my checked bag swinging on my leg.

School. One word. A single-syllabled prison sentence. Of course, some bits are okay, but most of the time, it's just teachers talking at your face. Don't get me wrong, I love Art, English, Drama ect, but I can't do Maths to save my excuse for a life.

I have to walk, so by the time I reached Hiroshi High, the yard was packed. The constant noise of students chattering, catching up and running about ran over my ears, making smile. This was the first chance to see my friends, before the inspection started.

"Amy! Over here, come on, we have something to show you!" I heard Cosmo shouting, soon spotting her among a group of 9 others. Smiling, I ran to join them, weaving in between the people that surrounded me.

When I reached them, I noticed Cosmo was holding a newspaper, the front cover shown clearly. I dark figure was printed, along with another scene of a famous Museum. This was the tenth time she had brought one to school with a picture of the same dark shadow. The head line read:

'Teki o dorobo Rises Once Again'

'Not again...' I thought, wondering how many times that the Teki o dorobo was going strike.

Yes, i, I know, it's short, but I'm running low on energy and ideas. I'll try to update as quickly as I can, but school, Explorers, family stuff may get in the way, so yeah.

Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames will be... burnt? Can you do that, burn fire? Pfff, I'm getting off topic...

(oh, and 'Teki o dorobo' is Japanese for 'Thieving Enemy')

Charley, Nervous and OUT