Chapter 1: Nice Girls Finish Last

It was a bright, new, sunny day…somewhere in the world, but definitely not in the world of Amy Rose.

Amy Rose woke up and checked the time: 12:45 pm. Her eyes were still a little puffy from last night. She sniffed and buried her head in her pillow. 'Great,' she thought. 'Now I'm late for work.'

Amy hated her job. She worked at an elegant restaurant called the Rivera as a waitress. She hated pretty much everyone there, especially that bitch, Cindy. She was nothing but a slutty whore with her own gang sluttier whores. Her boss wasn't any better. He was just a bastard. If only she could find a better job...

"Why do I care? It doesn't matter anymore." She cried a little, but finally mustered up enough courage to get up and face the outside world.

Amy worked as a waitress at a painfully fancy restaurant. She dragged herself to the bathroom in the aggravating process of preparing oneself for the day ahead. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. After spitting, she reached for her glass cup to rinse, her hands shaking from stress. She dropped the cup onto the floor, shattering it into dozens of pieces. She sighed at the cruel symbolism of her broken heart.

Amy shook her head and wiped her face with a towel, leaning against the bathroom wall. She looked back at the broken glass. She got down on her knees and attempted to put the pieces back together, like some sort of 3-D puzzle. Apparently, the glass cup was impossible to repair…just like her heart. She eventually gave up and threw the glass pieces away. She put on her maid outfit and walked out of the bathroom.

She walked up to a small bed next hers and shook the little sleeping beauty inside. "Macaroni…," she cooed. "Macaroni wake up." Macaroni was the offspring of Cream's chao, Cheese.

"Chew chew," Macaroni said, finally awakened. He had not yet evolved.

"Good morning, sweetie," Amy greeted. "Had a nice dream?"

"Chew!" Macaroni said happily.

"Good. Now come down for breakfast." Amy led the chao downstairs to the kitchen. She began opening the interrogation. "Let's see…do you want…eggs?"

"Chew," Macaroni said, shaking his head.

"…pancakes?"

"Chew."

"…how about waffles?"

"Chew."

"…hmm…cereal?"

Macaroni nodded and jumped up and down. "Chew chew!"

"Okay, cereal it is," Amy said and poured some cereal and milk in a bowl specially made for chaos. Macaroni ate happily. Amy found herself asking why she always asked Macaroni what she wanted anyway. She always wanted cereal.

Amy took the time to look up at the clock. It seemed to glare "1:45pm" at her. "Shoot! Now I'm really late for work!" She gave Macaroni a quick kiss on the forehead and ran out the door. She started up her Volkswagen Beetle and drove off to the Rivera Restaurant.

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Amy walked through the door and checked in, hoping that her boss would not find her late again. She knew that was hopeless-she was fifteen minutes late, after all. She sighed and continued walking through the service door at the back of the restaurant.

The Boss was probably waiting there for her. "AMY ROSE!!" he screamed at her. "THIS IS THE FOURTH DAY IN A ROW THAT YOU'VE BEEN LATE FOR WORK!! I'M DOCKING THIS FROM YOUR PAYCHECK!!"

Amy pleaded. "No, please don't! I'll make it up to you-I'll work both shifts today. Please, I need the money!"

The Boss pondered this for a moment. "Very well. I'll leave you with the clean-up."

Amy began to regret it. "What? I can't do that by my-".

"Ep!" The boss cut her off. "No buts! Now get to work!"

Amy slunk off to her locker where she put her coat. In an overused (but always funny) cartoon gag, a load of stuff came falling out of locker. "Vibrators!? Dil-ooh!" She growled. She heard giggling coming from the other side of the lockers. She kicked the mess aside and to where the giggling came from.

"Oh, Amy. That's your locker?" a very whorish-looking girl asked.

"Oh, Cindy," Amy spat out the name like it was poison. "You thought that was your locker?"

"No," Cindy shrugged of the comeback. "I just thought that since you didn't have a boyfriend that you might've needed them." She smirked. "I'm only looking out for you." Her two cronies giggled evily, like Satan's own personal succubi.

Amy walked off to retrieve her order book form the pile of sex toys and stalked off, momentarily defeated.

She approached her first table, where a wealthy-looking couple was sitting. "Hello, I'll be your waitress today. May I take your order?"

The wife spoke with that annoying, uppity, "I'm so much better than you" accent. "Yes, I would like the Crème Tar-Tar and my husband would like some caviar."

Amy zoned out as she thought to herself. 'Man, that rich accent makes me sick.'

"Helluo?" the woman said. "Wha-ah neva!"

Amy came back. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get your servings." Amy ran quickly to get the order. She yelled to the cook, the only one of her co-workers that did not annoy her. "Okay! Crème Tar-Tar and caviar, Jacques!" Jacque, the cook of the restaurant, was really the only person there that didn't piss her off.

"In a minute, Mizz Amy," the cook said. Amy walked back to get some more orders, but Jacques was already done. "Ah, Amy! Crème-Tar Tar and caviar ready! Oui-oui magnufique!" He handed Amy the hot plates.

Amy delivered the food to the rich couple, not paying attention at all to which she gave it to. She was about to go to the kitchen back to the kitchen when she felt a tug on her uniform. "Yes?" she said, trying so hard to suppress the annoyance in her voice.

"Ahem," the rich lady cleared her throat. "Our food."

'Switch it yourself. Lazy a-'. Completely fed up, she picked up the plates, switched them, and slammed them down in front of them. "There," she said, no longer controlling her temperament. "Happy now?"

"Why I never!" the rich lady said, crossing her arms. "Such rudeness!"

Picking just the right moment, Cindy had decided to come out at last. "Miss, do not worry. Not all of us are rude."

"Why yes. It's just this wrench," Amy said. She went back to the locker room and sat down on the little bench, head in her hands.

After a few minutes, the Boss came in, after being informed about Amy's "little attitude". "AMY! AMY! HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT OUR CUSTOMERS! YOU'RE CLEANING ALONE!!"

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It was ten 'o clock at midnight, and Amy was still washing dishes in stomach-turning dishwater mixed with her own bitter tears.

'Why me?' she thought to herself, finally finishing the dishes and beginning to sweep. 'Why me?'