[Go take a walk in the late-morning sunshine once in a while. You'll never know the ideas you'll come up with.]
[Sonic and co. are properties of Sega.]
ROBBED
Chapter One
*riiiiiiiing... riiiiiiiing.....*
"Hi, Amy here! Sorry I'm not home to answer your call, but leave me a message at the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Hee hee. Mwah!"
/BEEEEEEEEEEP/
"Hi Amy, it's Sonic. Tails and I were going to check out that new movie tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to come, but since you're not around, maybe we could catch it another time. Call me later."
/click/
The third-floor apartment of Amy Rose lay silent. After minutes of tense ringing from the lack of sound, a rustling emerged from the end of the hallway, where her bedroom resided. Inside the room lay a pink hedgehog curled up on her bed. Dark circles decorated her eyes, signifiying that she hadn't slept well the past few days, if at all. Her quills were messy and unkempt. Clothes were strewn all over the floor from Amy attempting to get dressed, then changing her mind and going back to bed. The lavander tank-top and short pajama set she wore was stained and wrinkled.
Outside she heard the clinking of the mailman putting the daily mail in the boxes. A few minutes later, footsteps shuffled outside and the sound of paper being shoved underneath the door. Amy knew it was her neighbor, Mrs. Cox, getting the mail for her. Amy had called her a few weeks ago asking if she could get the mail because she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to leave her apartment and sweet Mrs. Cox agreed, no questions asked. Of course, Amy hadn't told the direct truth. Physically she felt fine, save for some cramping in her upper legs, but she didn't want to leave her apartment if she could help it.
The sounds of a light rumbling echoed throughout the room. Slowly, very slowly, Amy arose from her position on the bed, and padded barefoot, very cautiously, down the hall to her kitchen. Pulling a yogurt from the fridge, she pawed through the drawers for a spoon, hurredly gathered up the mail, and stepped lightly and swiftly back to her bedroom, gently closing the door behind her with a click.
[Sonic and co. are properties of Sega.]
ROBBED
Chapter One
*riiiiiiiing... riiiiiiiing.....*
"Hi, Amy here! Sorry I'm not home to answer your call, but leave me a message at the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Hee hee. Mwah!"
/BEEEEEEEEEEP/
"Hi Amy, it's Sonic. Tails and I were going to check out that new movie tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to come, but since you're not around, maybe we could catch it another time. Call me later."
/click/
The third-floor apartment of Amy Rose lay silent. After minutes of tense ringing from the lack of sound, a rustling emerged from the end of the hallway, where her bedroom resided. Inside the room lay a pink hedgehog curled up on her bed. Dark circles decorated her eyes, signifiying that she hadn't slept well the past few days, if at all. Her quills were messy and unkempt. Clothes were strewn all over the floor from Amy attempting to get dressed, then changing her mind and going back to bed. The lavander tank-top and short pajama set she wore was stained and wrinkled.
Outside she heard the clinking of the mailman putting the daily mail in the boxes. A few minutes later, footsteps shuffled outside and the sound of paper being shoved underneath the door. Amy knew it was her neighbor, Mrs. Cox, getting the mail for her. Amy had called her a few weeks ago asking if she could get the mail because she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to leave her apartment and sweet Mrs. Cox agreed, no questions asked. Of course, Amy hadn't told the direct truth. Physically she felt fine, save for some cramping in her upper legs, but she didn't want to leave her apartment if she could help it.
The sounds of a light rumbling echoed throughout the room. Slowly, very slowly, Amy arose from her position on the bed, and padded barefoot, very cautiously, down the hall to her kitchen. Pulling a yogurt from the fridge, she pawed through the drawers for a spoon, hurredly gathered up the mail, and stepped lightly and swiftly back to her bedroom, gently closing the door behind her with a click.