Disclaimer: All SEGA characters do not belong to me. Antoine Beaumont, Sophie Beaumont, and Delia are the only characters that belong to me. ; o ;
Pre-Chapter Notes: ...OMG, does anyone remember meeee? Heehee. -shot-
I FAIL, considering I left for about how long? I haven't updated Sudden Change because I'm in a bit of a loss for it. AUGH, I feel so stupid for not writing the ideas I had for the next few chapters down, and now I have to figure out what will happen next, so it'll be on hiatus for now. - 3 -"
Anyhoo! I guess I didn't originally think up this idea because I've read stories using this idea before. -bricked-
Although, it does have my own twists and turns to it, and I'm glad that there have been influences as well, or else it would be just like all the other ones I've read. I do have a few comments on the story before I start this off! It's in Amy's point of view, and it won't change hopefully. I failed in the past at keeping it to one person's point of view, but I think I have it down now. Also, anything in parentheses are probably my notes to you, or notes to clarify what I write. :]
Now, let's begin, shall we? :D
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The wind was picking up ever so slightly. I didn't mind, however, though I never did care what the weather was like when he was the center of my attention. It had become recent for me to take note that the weather was transitioning to colder stages as the thought of him had been disintegrating. It had started during the beginning of my first rescue, the development of a crush that would end in a surprisingly calm manner. I thought of rage and screaming by the end of my devoted love for him, but there wasn't any discussion of the matter at all. He was simply never there to begin with.
Sure, there were simple conversations between the us at times when I felt I had to be calm, but, generally, he dashed off when he saw the chance to, even if I was watching. After so many times of waiting and watching him run away in fear, I finally memorized the expression that found its way to his face every time he saw me standing there. After so many times of plastering a huge smile on my face and yelling the overused nickname of "Sonikku!," I grew tired of witnessing the same event again and again. After so many times I felt hurt, I managed to find the best fake smile I could muster. I was a master in deceiving people, whether it was my expression or my actions. I just knew what I had to do for people to leave me alone.
Alone.
The word resonated in my mind, coaxing a few tears to spill upon my cheeks. No one would ever experience life the way I had. There was always loneliness around every corner I turned to; it was just something I could never escape even as a child. My parents abandoned me at a very young age, leaving an orphanage to fend for me. The people of the orphanage grew tired of me, "the troublesome child," since I wouldn't speak a word to anyone, so I was finally left to fend for myself when they thought I was old enough, leading me to find my dream house. I didn't know it was under the name of two relatives of mine, relatives I would quickly warm up to.
A sudden burst of freezing cold wind slapped me back to reality, causing me to quickly wrap my arms closer to my body. I shivered upon feeling a small breeze brush against my cheeks as it felt bitter cold against the tear-stricken skin. I inhaled to restrict the product that my nose had created, simultaneously feeling more of the warm liquid fall from the corners of my closed eyes. A small sob then fell from my form, instantly surprising me. The tears, the sobbing, the utter heartbreak, it all the doing of one hedgehog. The one hedgehog that I had become infatuated with since the day he saved me from danger. I was crying over him. It was just pathetic to say the least, but I did feel better as the sobs came.
Too cold to bring my hands to my face so I could temporarily hide from the outside world, I cried openly, but silently. The sobs grew exponentially, to the point where I was now doubled over on the steps I sat on, to the point where I buried my face into my lap. The material of my jeans were practically soaking up the tears my eyes were creating, but I didn't care. I really didn't care what happened to me, or what was happening around me. I strongly desired to rid myself of this heavy feeling in my chest, a feeling that normally occurred in my everyday life. Gratefully, one call of my full name tore me away from the burden dumped onto me.
"Amelia Rose!"
I sat up instantly, roughly wiping the salty liquid from my eyes. A blurry image of my uncle came into view from behind his pick-up truck, and when I finally blinked away the tears, there was a look of concern present on his face. He sighed and spoke up again, "Sonic?"
"Sonic."
He rolled his eyes, and ruffled my hair with that goofy grin of his appearing on his visage. "Are you sure that you have everything?"
I contemplated over my mental list of the belongings I would bring, nodding when I checked off everything. I smiled to myself while we sauntered to the car, wondering how I had obtained that much clothing. I had abstained from picking my old outfits and adding them to the growing pile of clothes neatly stacked in the suitcase, since I thought why not start anew? I hated those outfits now anyways, they contained memories that I would least likely want to remember. Most of the said memories involved a certain cerulean hedgehog. Yeah, him. That wretched blue speed demon, Sonic the Hedgehog. Although, I do blame myself for maintaining the useless crush on him.
A speed bump on the way to the freeway gladly saved me from reminiscing with a bitter mood. I squealed in surprise when we hit it though, also alerting my uncle who almost swerved to check if I was okay. I could only laugh at our possible demise, and laugh at the expression that my uncle had thrown me. How I loved my dear Uncle Antoine Beaumont. (( Oooh, did I have you there? It's not the coyote, by the way. xD )) He was the principal of the boarding school I was going to attend, and luckily he was my maternal uncle, which meant I wouldn't be ridiculed or treated differently. My uncle thoroughly understood my situation since his father had been a principal, too.
It took me a while to realize one important detail: I was sitting shotgun. My aunt, and my uncle's wife, usually occupied where I was sitting currently, but she was nowhere to be found. "Uncle?"
"Yes, Amy?" he answered, his eyes not straying away from the road.
"Where's aunt Sophie?"
He chuckled, "She kept blubbering about how she wouldn't be able to stand to see the house empty, so she stayed back at school to wait for us."
"Oh, okay!" I loved both my aunt and uncle equally. They were like the parents I never had.
It would be at least an hour until we arrived to Chesire Academy, the school that my uncle owned and took care of as the principal. When we arrived, however, there was no one, but what looked like a maid and my aunt, in sight. "Uncle dearest, how come no one's out and about?" I questioned, peering through the tinted window to silently gawk at the size of the school.
"Well, Ames dearest, it is Monday, and it is 9:03 in the morning."
My face dropped. I had forgotten. School was already in two weeks in when I finally decided to move in. "Mm." I answered, opening the door once the car came to a halt. "Oh, I'll take your suitcase!" the female dressed in a maid's outfit said as she shoo-ed me away from the door in a polite manner. I noticed there was a bit of glee buried in her tone. She bowed and stood by after easily getting my suitcase of the vehicle. I heard my uncle chuckle behind me as he emerged from the driver's side of the car. "Don't mind Delia, she's just happy to have another girl- "
"Okay, bye, honey! We're going shopping for a bit!" my aunt called out as she dragged her husband towards the car again.
They zoomed off after my aunt engulfed me in a hug, and repeating "I love you!" over and over. She probably left before she could burst into tears in my presence. My eyebrows soon knotted. Wait, what did he mean by that? I shrugged it off and followed a giddy Delia inside.
Using the elevator to haul us up two floors, we walked down the spacious hallway to what would be my definition of home for the next few years. Delia opened the door with my key and half-skipped into the room, passing a mini-hallway with a door to the right that I assumed would be the bathroom. My eyes soon met the bright light flooding into the bedroom, revealing to twin beds parallel to each other, a night stand separating the two. I walked over to the one of two personal nightstands, placing my toiletries bag on its wooden surface. Delia had somehow gotten my suitcase onto my bed without my notice and was now standing there with her hands folding neatly behind her back. I threw a smile in her direction. "I can take care of it from here, Delia."
"Are you sure?" she replied with a pout.
I nodded wearily and was thrown my key to the room. She then ran over to me and gave me a quick hug, and was close to leaving until she passed two folding doors. "Oh!" she squealed, "This is your closet, by the way. I believe your roommate has occupied the left side, so the right side is yours."
"Oh, okay, thanks, Delia!"
She nodded in acknowledgment. "You're welcome, Miss Rose!" And with that she left with a bow.
I took a good look around my room, my eyes landing on the closet last. Pulling back the doors revealed a huge closet that had been separated in half. I hadn't thought about burying my nose into my roommate's belongings, so I simply brought my suitcase into the closet to put my stuff away. There was a complimentary dresser and a built-in closet rack, meaning it didn't take me long to have everything in their rightful places.
After setting my suitcase in one corner that wasn't taken, I situated myself comfortably on my bed with a sketchbook, a pencil, and an eraser. I was listening to my mp3 at the same time, but it wasn't loud enough because I could hear chatter coming from the door's direction. The door soon flew open, meaning my roommate had finally decided to return. I glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand, reading 7:36 PM. After rolling my eyes, I forced my gaze down again, resuming the doodle I had begun a few moments ago. The door finally shut after I heard goodbyes, anticipating the reaction of my roommate while I counted his foot falls. "What the..."
It shocked me to figure out that my roommate's voice belonged to a male. Gladly, my face remained blank of emotion as I looked up to find a male holding the shirt he was probably wearing. Sweat caused his fur to glisten, even his six pack was probably more defined. Of course, I only knew all of this using my peripheral vision, so it wouldn't seem like I was some horny schoolgirl. He calmly took a double take at the door and at me. I simply blinked a couple of times, shrugging before going back to my drawing. "You're my new roommate?"
I peered at him without lifting my head. I said nothing.
"You do realize that this is an all boys boarding school..."
Internally, my jaw dropped, but again, my face showed no emotion. What?! Oooh, uncle and I are going to have a good. long. talk.
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