The murderous noise of my iHome alarm clock caused me to sit up abruptly and hit my forehead against my bedside lamp. I flopped back down onto my pillow, massaging the small bump above my eyebrows. The bothersome clock still screamed through my ears and I slammed my hand down on the "Off" button.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned, "I'm up. I'm up." I slipped off my bed and meandered across the hall, flicking on the shower. Letting out another yawn I continued my daily routine of showering, dressing, drying and straightening my hair. Right before I turned on my Chi Flat Iron I grabbed my car keys and hit the 'auto-start'. My 89' Ford Bronco roared to life outside, satisfied with the sound, I finished up my hair then applied my makeup. I slipped on my ankle boots with a heel and jogged downstairs. Picking up my backpack and purse I checked the time: 6:35am

I wasn't just on schedule- I was even ahead- quite a rarity to a person such as myself. I may be seventeen but god knows I still suck at figuring out a decent time schedule (more or less following it). I happily filled my coffee and headed out to my car.

I plugged in my iPhone to my stereo and blasted my playlist "Crazy" By Gnarls Barkley filled the car and I set out on my drive to school.

Cruising at an easy 35 miles per hour I reached for my coffee- not even averting my eyes for a second. A black flash leapt out onto the road and I swerved, dropping an F-Bomb as a rather loud "THUD" hit my ears.

I pulled over as soon as I could and leapt out of the car. I headed back to where I hit the black flash, heels clacking obnoxiously. I slowed as I crested the small hill, a chill running down my back as I heard a man's voice.

I couldn't believe I had just hit someone.

The man grunted and I could hear him moving rather slowly on the pavement. A loud crack hit the cold morning air and the voice let out a sigh. Whatever they had broken- they had just re-placed.

Turning to head back to my bronco and call 911, I heard the voice call out to me.

"Hey! Don't you think you can just walk away from this, girl." He spat the word "girl" as if it was mold on a sandwich.

Not only did I catch the emotion but I noticed something familiar about the voice itself.

Can't be… I thought and turned around slowly, not wanting to face the poor guy I tagged.

As I faced him I let out a gasp- my suspicions becoming true. The figured stumbled a bit, holding what I was guessing his broken arm with one hand, his brows scrunched down to his nose in an intimidating glare, a small trail of blood slipped out of the left corner of his mouth and down to his chin. "Watch where the hell you're driving!" he growled and I just stumbled back a bit- dumbfounded.

I had just hit Shadow the hedgehog.

I didn't find it possible for more than a few reasons- one: he isn't supposed to be real; two: isn't he faster than the speed of sound? Or is my bronco a time machine? Three: he just isn't real! He's just a video game character! This all has to be some wild stupid dream- I'll wake up late as usual and have to rush through my morning.

"Well?" He snapped me out of thoughts- I hadn't notice him walk over to the other side of the road- he was pushing bushes aside.

"Uh- Sh-Shadow?" I started quietly. "What?" he hissed, not even looking over to me- he then stopped and perked up, turning to look at me "How do you know who I am?"

Shit. "I've- ah- I just do- you're a bit on the unique side- hard to forget."

He scoffed "your one of the first." Then turned back the bushes "are you going to help me or just stand there and stare at me?"

"Oh! Uh yea…" I turned to face the brush on my side of the road; he must be looking for his emerald. I looked back over to him and realized his left arm was the one busted, and then the thought hit me. I turned and jogged back to my car "Hey! Just where do you think you're going?" he snarled. I didn't respond and ran around to the front of the bronco, and low and behold there was a green emerald larger than my fist jammed into the grill. I yanked it out and held it up "Found it!"

He walked over toward me and I met him halfway. He held out his hand flicked his fingers, waiting for me to place the emerald in his palm. "How did you get here?" I asked before handing over the gem.

"That's classified."

"No that's bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you even know where you are?"

"That's for me to know and for you to not. Now hand over the emerald before I make you."

"I could back up and hit you again." I shot back.

"I am not here to play games, human." He growled.

"Neither am I- answer my questions."

"I'll give you until three. One… two…" Before he said three I hit the auto-start and he jumped a bit when my car shuttered to life.

"Fine." I hissed handing him the emerald to which he swiped away. "I need to get to school." I grumbled and stomped away.

He scoffed and in a second he was gone.