This story is something I want to write because I read a story maybe a year ago that was about Sonic and Amy at high school.. If anyone has read it and knows what it is called please please please send it to me...

Basically in this story, Amy doesn't really give Sonic the time of day, and has a lot of difficulties at home with her mum. I think her mums a sex worker (?) or something, and she has a close guy friend who takes advantage of her - like her pimp or whatever - but her guy friend is also Sonic's uncle, who he lives with (No idea, can hardly remembeR). Anyway at some point in the story the uncle tries to abuse Amy... Can't remember much else. Please please please if you know what it is, TELL ME :D

also, Bittersweet by BlueyO has inspired me a little bit to write this story aswell. And Cruel Intentions (the movie). The whole idea of lovers being stuck to live together due to family friends or parents' marriage is something I adore :D

Let's give this a try...

First chapter

"Wake up, Amy. Do you want to be late for school?! Please don't tell me we're going to have another year like last year..."

Last year was Amy's middle year. She was turning 16 this year - she'd been 15 last year - and she had gone through hell and back.

Amongst all kinds of mental issues and set backs, mostly originating from her home life... She had fallen out with a group of friends, and she'd done something she wished she hadn't.

Towards the end of the school year, she spent the last few months sleeping in, or drinking alcohol alone, or smoking to cope with the stress. Her mum almost gave up caring as she felt so hopeless; but her mother never stopped doing the poisonous behaviours that continued the vicious cycle that was her daughter's misery.

"No, mum. I'm getting up... I'll be downstairs soon..." Amy moaned, trying to go back to her dream. She was dreaming of her old friends, all together at a party, like they used to be at the start of last year - before everything went downhill. Everyone was there - Shadow, Sonic, Rouge, Tikal, Blaze... Even Sally, her former best friend. Sally wasn't someone who despised Amy - she just wished she could have done more.

Everyone saw Amy falling to pieces and didn't know what to do.

And even though she skipped school almost 80% of the time, at least she was alive - that's what her friends thought, and even her mother.

But this year was going to be different, Amy had thought. This year she was one year away from the last year of school, and after reading a hundred novels and watching even more than a hundred series on Netflix, she was prepared for whatever was coming for her.

Amy marched down the stairs, somewhat happily, dressed in her school uniform: A cute hot pink dress, with plaids, and a shaped skirt (Sorry for terrible description, thinking of pin-up dresses). She wore black high heel boots with spikes on them, like the ones The Countess wore in American Horror Story - one of her favourite seasons she'd just finished.

Her mother smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Damn, girl! the boys are going to love you."

"Like I care, mother. I dress to impress myself, not men." She muttered, angry at her mothers perspective on men-being-most important.

Her mum groaned and cooked eggs and bacon on the stove. Her mum wore a loose jumper and tracky pants: it was evident that she had struggled to get out of bed, perhaps out of fear that her daughter would cause a whole new year of stress, which would cause money difficulty.. and then result in her turning to illegal sources to make money...

Yet again.

Her mum was guilty, of course, and wished her daughter didn't know. But there was truly no other way. Unless they were to become homeless, or starve every second day - this was the only solution.

Especially when Amy begged and begged for things that required money...

But all she ever wanted was to make her daughter happy, so she gladly paid for whatever she needed.

And her mother awaited the day that Amy would wake from her depression and want real things, helpful things, productive things. Even a boyfriend, or some kind of romantic interest.

But she just wouldn't have it.

All she wanted was her fictional worlds.. Her novels, her TV shows. Her art.

Nothing else mattered.

And maybe it was her mothers fault - by being so neglectful all these years, Amy had fought back the only way she knew how: Distraction. Dissociation. Depersonalisation.

Or maybe she was just plain crazy.

"Are you looking forward to anything today sweety?" Her mother asked, trying not to become to gloomy on the first day.

"Not really. I do have art today though."

"I see. Are any of your friends in your classes?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't checked. Class isn't for friends anyway. I don't care about people, mum, you know that."

Her mother sighed and took away Amy's plate of food saying, "Let's go, we're going to be late." Amy nodded and followed her to the car.

Jumping in the front seat and playing a game on her iPhone, Amy ignored her mum on the whole trip to school. The traffic was terrible; it caused her mother to become so angry that she had started to raise her voice, and scare Amy with her tone.

".. And so help me Amy Rose, if you're late for school EVEN ONCE this year, I'm grounding you! No more alcohol or parties or late night walks! You're going to PASS this year, do you hear me?!"

Amy groaned. "Mum, the light's green. You can go now."

"Oh." Her mum sighed and drove forward, almost at the school. This was just like every other day last year, Amy thought.

"Now you don't leave school early and you don't call me because you feel sick! And no texting during class either!"

"Whatever," Amy said, grabbing her school bag from the back seat and groaning, walking to the entrance. Once her mum had drove away, she walked to the shady area of the school, as she had some time, and lit up a cigarette.

Here's one for the first day...She thought, anxiously. She was sick of school...

As she inhaled and exhaled on her toxic saviour, she started to day dream. I could sit here all day... She turned on her iPhone's music and started listening to Pink Floyd: The Wall.

We sure as fuck don't need no education.

She sat there for at least thirty minutes after the first siren had gone. She wondered if anyone cared about where she was, but she didn't give a shit. All she cared about was David Gilmour's delightful voice, singing about depression and war and death - topics she was truly fascinated by - as she rolled cigarette after cigarette.

I just wish I had some whiskey.

"Amy?" A sweet voice asked behind her.

"Huh? Oh, hey."

It was Sally, her former best friend. Sally approached her with worry and sat down next to her.

"How are you? Didn't see you in first period."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm jolly good, you know. Sitting in the darkness, emptying out my pouch. It's a good time. How are you, Sal? Have a good holiday?"

Sally smiled at her fake-care. At least she tried... "Thank you, Amy. It was great."

"That's just peachy." Amy said coughing on her words. "Well, I hate to end this swell conversation, but I have to formally ask you to leave, as I'm pretty fucking down."

Sally frowned. "Amy, don't you think you'll feel better with your friends? We're doing some laps around the oval, and-"

"No." Amy said abruptly. "I had a shit morning."

"So talk to me," Sally said, moving closer and putting her arm around her. "I know you better than anyone, Ames."

"You don't know the half of it, Sally. No one does. And that's the way I like it."

Everyone had assumed that the reasons Amy had slept in half of last year was because she'd lost her virginity to her boyfriend of a few weeks, who turned out to be a bit of a jerk - someone who didn't understand her issues, and wasn't open minded enough to contain her. But no one knew anything about the way she lived or was raised.

No one even dreamed that such a life for her existed.

"Amy, if you were raped-"

"I wasn't fucking raped, Sally. Jesus." Amy lit up another cigarette. This sure wasn't helping her state of mind, being interrogated. "Just lay off, okay? Go and suck the teachers dick to get some good grades, that's what you're good at."

Amy wasn't sure where her bitter attitude was coming from, but it was happening, and she couldn't stop herself from her hateful words. Here was a girl who would do anything for her best friend, and yet she was throwing it in her face.

"Wait, Sally. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"I know you didn't," Sally sighed, "but unlike you, I do want good grades. And instead of sucking dick to get it, I'm going to attend class... Thank you for the advice, though. Sit with me at lunch, would you?"

Amy looked up in surprise as she let her cigarette burn away. "Yeah, yeah. Sure."

"We have a new spot now. It's a bit like this. It's near the trees on the oval, pretty shady. You'll love it. See you in a couple of hours, Amy."

Amy nodded and continued to smoke.

"Oh, and I missed you."

Amy smiled genuinely and looked up at Sally. How did she always forgive me like this? It's like she could read my mind... "I missed you too, Sally. And I never miss anyone."

Sally walked off back to class, as Amy stayed in her position.

Perhaps an hour had passed now, and a motorbike pulled up near the bike racks. That's weird, she thought. I thought I was the only one who was ever late.

"Get off of my bike, faker." A black hedgehog screamed as the bike came to a hault.

"Alright, alright. Thanks for the lift Shadow."

"Get out of my sight. You are making me sick just looking at you."

Sonic shook his head and walked in through the school gates, not before noticing Amy in the trees, lying down on the grass and singing with blatant ignorance and smoke coming from her face.

"Fucking hell. She comes to school but she doesn't go to class? When will that girl learn?"

"Who are you to talk?" Shadow asked darkly. "It's not like you're mister perfect."

"Oh, and you are?"

"Get fucked. You know the only reason I put up with your shit is because we share family friends. You don't have the position to judge me. You simply get on with your life and ignore mine, you hear me? Now for fucks sake, go into school and do something with your life other than running."

Sonic grunted and muttered, "Fuck off" under his breath, walking into the gates.

Shadow parked his bike and locked it, holding his helmet in his hands. He waited until Sonic was not in a foreseeable distance, and then walked over to Amy.

"IiiiiiiiiiiiiI have become comfortably numb..." Amy started singing a guitar solo in perfect pitch, doing air-guitar movements with her hands, as she breathed in and out from her light of joy.

Shadow stood over her and smirked. Adorable, he thought to himself. She definitely has a good taste in music.

"You know that songs about heroin, right? I sure hope you aren't taking."

Amy's eyes opened wide as she saw the handsome figure in front of her, with his hands on his hips and a smirk across his face.

"Shadow, hey. Eerrrrr, I am not doing heroin. I'm not rich enough for that."

"What a shame." Shadow said, offering her his hand. "Get up, Rose, we're going to class."

"Why?" Amy said with a pout. "Just let me finish this song first. I don't mind missing the rest of the album, but -"

"We nearly have art! I know you love art."

"Ok." Amy stood up and dusted herself off. She was covered in ashes and grass and leaves, and dirt. Shadow smiled at her inability to care for her appearance, while at the same time she looked like the prize of the century.

He led her into class, making sure no one could see them - especially Sonic - he would go mad if he saw them together.

Sonic hated to have a threat to his social stance...