A/N- Okay guys, be pissed. I started a new story. But I will continue the other one if I get more reviews on it. Alright, in this one-
Everyone is human. I will describe their looks along the way.
The couples will be SilvNight (Silver and my OC. Get over it if you don't like it.), SonAmy, KnuxOuge, Tails...dunno yet.
Personalities could be slightly altered as well as friendships.
This is basically just introducing Mid's life, but I promise, it won't be about her the entire time.
Prologue
Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee- Midnight just about hated her life as she slammed her fist down violently on her alarm clock, the button nearly getting jammed for the third time. Soon, she knew it was jam itself for good, resulting in buying a new alarm clock.
"Mid, it's time to get uuuuup..." A light, joyful voice chimed through her ears like the annoying ring of a bell. A loud, annoyed groan escaping her throat, Midnight pulled her covers over her head, enveloping her in pure darkness. She settled back into her pillow, her eyelids falling as she tried to escape reality.
Suddenly, she had no covers, no protection from the outside world, as they were stripped from her body and torn from her pale hand. Warmth also being robbed from her nearly lifeless body, shivers immediately proceeded to rack her being. She glared up at the girl who had sang in her ear and yanked her covers off, overall a rude wake-up call. Her rose-colored hair was neatly combed, bangs volumized as they fell down either side of her flawless face. The rest was pushed back from her face with a white headband. Her ends that barely fell fast her shoulder blades and rested on her chest were curled. Emerald eyes sparkled as they held a gentle look aimed towards Midnight, almost a motherly gaze. Her attire consisted of a white camisole with a light pink floral pattern and denim shorts, folded at the ends, that rested right above her knees. On her feet were light pink flats.
"You're already ready?" Midnight spoke, a bit annoyed at her bubbly personality and her ability to wake up so early and just...get ready for something Midnight could not stand.
"Of course!" the annoyance spoke, cheerfulness leaking through her tone and piercing Midnight's ears. Cringing away from her, Midnight forced herself to sit up. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she cursed Amy for being such a morning person. In her thoughts, of course, a place no one could get to, a place where she let no one in.
Midnight had trust issues for a long time now, beginning nearly five years ago, when she was twelve...
"Miiiiid..." Amy sang, wrecking her train of thought with that cursed cheeriness again.
Seriously, it is Monday at 6 in the morning and this chick is all smiley and bubbly and shit.
Midnight really didn't understand her.
"Aaamyy..." Midnight sang back to her, tone drenched in annoyance she hadn't meant to release. Amy smiled at her, a teasing smile that led Midnight to thinking she was up to something...
"There's bacon." Two words. Three syllables. Eleven letters. No matter the description, Midnight's entire morning went from crap to amazing with that simple statement. Smiling widely, she rushed downstairs to devour the leftover strips of deliciously greasy meat.
Scene
When Midnight had returned upstairs, miraculously, her bed was neatly made. Amy was applying rose eye shadow to her eyelids carefully over at her vanity area, and Midnight smiled at her, knowing she, the neat one, the clean-freak, had made it for her. "Thanks." Amy returned the smile, looking towards Midnight with one eye by using the mirror. "One of us has to do it. And it sure won't be you." Midnight laughed and pushed her closet doors open, searching for an outfit. "Damn straight." She pulled a checkered spaghetti-strap off of its hanger as well as a navy, hooded jacket with cut-off sleeves. She then turned towards the dresser pulled out a pair of grey-white denim shorts and undergarments. Then, she made her way to the bathroom to take a nearly skin-melting shower.
While soaking under the steaming liquid that poured down from above her, she thought about numerous things.
I can't believe school is here again...
Midnight was now a junior in high school, starting today. As much as she hated to admit it, she was surprisingly somewhat excited. The rest of her just wanted school itself to go rot in hell.
Her friends were the main reason she couldn't wait to endure eight hours of monotone lecturing, two hours plus of homework, eight annoying teachers, and regular high school drama and shit. They were all great to her, no matter how much a few of them pissed her off sometimes.
The three closest to her were Amy, Silver, and Knuckles.
Silver...
Silver was her first friend. Midnight had lived in Emerald City ever since she was five. At six, when she started Kindergarten, Silver had been in her class. The way they met was still fresh in Midnight's mind. Smiling, she leaned again the cool, tile wall to reminisce, to re-play one of her favorite memories through her head. Her eyes fluttered closed, and...
Midnight had just said goodbye to her mommy and daddy, feeling sad that she had just been left here with a bunch of strange kids she didn't even know. She hated being alone, and tears of longing for her parents and loneliness trickled down her pale yet flushed cheeks. She looked around the colorful room, taking in everything slowly. The book center was in one corner with the huge plastic trees supporting a rocking bench, book shelves lining the walls, books resting on their shelves, binds of every color facing outwards. On the ground were huge, foam puzzle pieces that looked comfortable to sit on. Cubbies were after that, where Midnight had just placed her backpack, sleeping mat, her blanket, her pillow, and her favorite stuffed dog Odd Ball, named after a puppy in "101 Dalmatians", even though he was a husky and not a Dalmation. She had hidden him in the bag, making sure there was an air hole so he could breathe. After that in the next corner was the bathroom, the door wide open for any emergency use. The middle of the room was filled with desks, four each pushed together into small groups. In the corner across from the bathroom was the teacher's desk, where the teacher herself was sitting, watching all of the children carefully and lovingly, a sweet smile on her young face. In the last corner that seemed to take up the rest of room was the centers area, where a plastic kitchen, a toy box, an entire chest devoted to blocks of many colors, drawers holding mini figurines, and dress up clothing items could be found. The walls were brightly painted with outdoor scenery, the Alphabet boarding the top of the back wall.
Midnight realized she was the only one still crying. All of the other kids were giggling like mad and playing with their newly found items in the Centers area. Sighing sadly, more tears pouring down her face, she longed for her parents to come pick her up and never let her come here ever again...
She rushed over to her backpack and pulled out Odd Ball, crushing him to her chest. He licked her cheek affectionately, but she could not bring herself to smile as he did so.
Shuffling slowly over to the Reading area, she jumped up on the bench hanging from the ground. She was almost too short for it, and she wasn't a great jumper, but managed to get up there. She then curled up as tight as she could manage and sobbed quietly. The bench was slowly rocking back and forth, reminding her of how her mother rocked her when she was upset at home.
"Why are you crying?" Midnight's head snapped up as her red-rimmed navy eyes met some boy's golden ones. He looked concerned, like he might start to cry too.
Midnight couldn't speak- she was terribly shy and knew he was a stranger. She just stared at him, taking in his haphazardly-styled nearly-white hair and...those golden eyes. Midnight liked them. A lot.
"Can I help?" he murmured shyly, looking at the foam ground, slightly embarrassed. Midnight looked at Odd Ball for reassurance. When he nodded, Midnight smiled slightly and murmured, "O-okay..." The boy looked up, shocked, but smiled warmly and sat by her, easily achieving this task.
"What's wrong?" he wondered, eyes wide as he gazed at her. Midnight took a deep breath in, and shakily spoke. "I d-don't l-like it h-here and I-I miss m-my m-mommy and d-daddy..." The boy nodded in agreement before averting his gaze from her to his lap. "I-I do too..." It's was Midnight's turn to gaze at him, surprised he felt the same way. "Y-you do?" His eyes met hers as he brought his head back up and smiled weakly. "Yeah...but it's all better now." Midnight blinked as his smile grew, confused at what he meant. "It is?" He nodded, hair bouncing around but never falling into his golden eyes. They seemed different now, and Midnight could not tell why. Eyes can't change! ...can they?
"Yeah. I made a new friend!" he exclaimed, referring to her. Midnight smiled brightly at him, finally allowing him to not be a stranger anymore. "I did too! What's your name?"
"I'm Silver," he answered, What's your name?"
"Midnight." As the next few minutes went on before the children were called to their tables, the children talked and talked and talked as if they had been friends since the beginning of time. They giggled and laughed, and knew they were having more fun than the rest of the kids who were messing up the entire room with toys they easily were bored with within five seconds.
Opening her eyes, she quickly washed her ivory and navy streaked hair twice, conditioned it, bathed the rest of her being, and hopped out of the shower quickly, knowing daydreaming had cost her some time. The frigid air nearly froze her, though hot steam floated around the entire bathroom, warm enough to be suffocating. Wrapping a towel around her body, mainly for warmth, partially to eliminate the water droplets that clung to her skin like bark on a tree, she made her way over to the mirror, her teeth chattering wildly. She ran her hand across its steamy surface so she could see herself. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. She now felt refreshed. As quickly as she could, for the room was beginning to feel stuffy and hot, she pulled on her clothes and wrapped her hair in a towel. Leaving the bathroom, she also attempted to leave her thoughts of her best friend and the major crush she hated to have on him behind.
Attempt being the key word.
Scene
"We look hot."
Amy said this as the two stood in front of the mirror, admiring their look. Amy had finished with her makeup, eye shadow and blush highlighting her face beautifully and mascara giving her eyelashes immense volume. A shiver charm bracelet her mother had given to her dangled loosely on her wrist, and a silver chain necklace given to her by Sonic, her best friend, around her neck, a pink rose pendent resting on her chest. Midnight had spent most of her time on her hair, drying it and styling it to where her bangs swept across her forehead from the left to right and the rest of her hair fell down to her mid-back. It was completely straight, and it was natural too, so Midnight needed not to worry about straighteners. The shorts on her legs went to mid-thigh, and checkered Vans were now covering her feet. She had added black eyeliner and mascara to her eyes, but nothing else. She despised any other type of makeup, unless it was eye shadow. On her wrists were rubber bracelets, one black with white letter in declaring "Bite Me", another white with blue lettering saying "Thirty Seconds to Mars". Covering her arms were black, fishnet, finger-less gloves that ended mid-forearm.
"Ew." Midnight grumbled, her reflection mimicking a disgusted look. She turned on her heel and scooped up her checkered backpack.
"That is not 'ew', Midnight!" Amy argued, walking downstairs after grabbing her magenta and white polka-dotted tote bag. Midnight begged to differ, and followed her with a submissive eye roll.
But, Amy continued ranting about shit she didn't care about.
"Boys tend to like it when girls look hot." Amy did not need to worry about her mother hearing this, for she was already on her way to work, and strolled through the kitchen, picking an item off of the counter and proceeding to toss Midnight her wallet- checkered, wallet. Catching it easily, she slid it into her bag, smirking at the mere thought of all the checkered stuff she owned.
"Well, boys should like a girl all the time, not just when they're 'hot'." she argued, following Amy out the front door. Unlocking the silver mustang the two shared, Amy slid into the driver's seat.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Wordlessly, Midnight flung her backpack on the floorboard and sat in the passenger, slamming the door a little too hard behind her. She had anger issues, and she would agree it to anyone who told her so. Right now, she was annoyed, angered, and tired. Allowing Amy to drive, even though Midnight had more experience, turning seventeen in less than a month, on September 20th, while Amy had turned sixteen in May, she rested her head against the car window and forced her thoughts to drift away while Amy had full control of the radio. Kiss FM.
Why?
She was attempting to tune "You Don't Know You're Beautiful" out, but with Amy singing louder than the radio, she was failing. Luckily, Amy had a wonderful voice. As they drove ten miles to their school, Amy turned the radio down to speak to the annoyed girl beside her.
"How are we sisters?" Amy mocked jokingly, a wide smile on her pretty face. Midnight allowed herself to smile weakly. "May I remind you, I am adopted."
Midnight had known Amy since second grade, living across the street from each other at the time. Midnight's mother was close to Amy's, and they went to each others houses numerous times. At the time, she had only known her, Silver, who lived in a completely different neighborhood, Sonic, who lived down the street, and Knuckles, who was Silver's neighbor.
One day, when Midnight was at Amy's to sleep over while her parents went on a date, tragedy changed her life forever.
Midnight attempted to shove the memory out if her mind, but it was one of those days where her thoughts would not cooperate with her.
She remembered when the authorities had called Rose (Amy's mom) on the home phone. She remembered the sobs that racked her body, the tears that poured from her grey irises, the choked words that immediately told Midnight her parents were dead before the words were actually said.
Screams made her throat hoarse, and she was suddenly beating Rose as she tried to hug her, before finally giving up and sobbing into her shoulder while Amy cried behind them, rubbing her back comfortingly. One by one, people came over to visit and apologize and cry with her, attempting to comfort the now orphaned child. No one could, and eventually, she locked herself in Amy's room where she would let no one in. Her friends beat against the door, but the only one she eventually let in was-
"Mid?" a gentle voice called from the other side of the door. Sobbing, Midnight continued rocking in the corner of the room, not responding. She wanted to be alone, she kept telling herself. She wanted to be alone...
My parents are dead.
The thought continued to dash throughout her brain, wrapping around her mind as reality attempted to sink into her skull.
"Midnight, please let me in...it's just me, I promise..." He voice sounded broken, as if he were crying as well. Knowing Silver, who hated to see people upset and helpless, he was.
Midnight believed he was alone. She trusted him with her life. She just was not exactly sure if she wanted to be alone...
Yes, you do.
Silver just wants to help...
Yet, the truth still burned in the back of her mind, conquering all other thoughts.
My parents are dead.
She heard her door press against the frame completely, signalling he was leaning against it. She heard a quiet, unsteady sigh, most likely thinking of what to say next.
There isn't anything he can say...my parents are dead...
"Midnight...please..." He was begging. His voice seemed broken beyond repair. He was crying as well, for sure now. Midnight couldn't stand it when others cried, especially for her problems...
Sobs still forcing their way out of her burning throat, she pushed herself from the ground. She cautiously made her way over to the door and unlocked it, tears in her eyes making her vision blurry. As she reluctantly opened it, she was greeted by a teary-eyed Silver. He smiled at her weakly. As if humanly possible, Midnight's crying increased as she nearly tackled Silver with a hug, burying her face into his chest, instantly soaking his shirt. He wrapped his arms around around her after regaining his balance, rubbing her back soothingly as tears trickled down his own face.
Soon after that, there was a debate on where Midnight would go. Orphanage, Silver's family, Sonic's family, Amy's family...Midnight had no other relatives to take her in themselves. It was eventually settled that she would remain with Rose, the closest friend to Lunar, Midnight's mother...
Snapping out of her memories that threatened to tear down her barrier of strength, Midnight took in a huge breath as she saw the white brick building towering in the distance. Amy noticed her tense up out of the corner of her eye and smiled weakly. "It's only high school, Mid..." Midnight nodded once. "Yeah...just high school." She smiled back. Maybe this year would be good. It was a new start, new teachers, new classes, and new possibilities.
Little did Midnight know that this year would be a huge roller coaster ride.
A/N- Yes, I know, longest Prologue ever. I'm sorry. It was originally going to be chapter one, but they aren't even at school yet...
We'll go into other character's minds throughout the story. :P