"Amy... Yoo-hoo! Amy...AMY!"

The pink hedgehog jerked her head up, her daily unwanted wake-up call, being her obnoxious step-mother, screaming through the white intercom next to Amy's computer.

"It's breakfast time!" continued Fiona as Amy rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. "So bring me my breakfast!"

Amy yawned, jumping again as the woman hollered, "NOW!" She complied with a groan, raising her head off her computer's keyboard, as she'd fallen asleep using the electric compliance.

The three members of the family, only determined through marriage, could be found in the back of the mansion inherited from the dear father of Miss Rose. The twins were receiving beginners' lessons (ages 2-5) of not-so-synchronized swimming - in the 30" in-ground pool - from a rather fatigued teacher who puts up with a lot in order to receive his paychecks. He had been resolved to teach them the most pitiful excuses of water-dance moves that one just had to cry. And they just seemed to shine more light on how the performance just couldn't get any worse.

"Can you believe how extraordinarily gifted my girls are?" boasted the pink monkey, Fiona, to the educator, her large pair of darkened sun glasses flashing as she basked in the sunlight. Her breasts, obviously manufactured, stuck out of her skimpy pink mini dress as she focused on the book, The Salmon Diet, something that clearly hasn't been working too well for her.

"Absolutely unbelievable," replied the educator, trying to keep his face in order to respond to his rich client. "Really."

Fiona laughed proudly before screaming for her pink-furred step-daughter again. Amy came running through the gate, carrying about her step-mom's salmon breakfast.

"Is this Norwegian Salmon that I asked for?" demanded Fiona. "Cause I need my omega-3s."

Amy swiped her hand to gesture to the breakfast. "Only the best."

Fiona put a piece into her mouth, chewing and then stating, "Uh huh. I can tell. I mean it cost a fortune to have that stuff fly in from Marijia."

Amy's eyebrows elevated in silent disbelief. Her gaze directed to her step-sisters looking pitifully pathetic during their lessons.

"What are you doing just standing there?" asked Fiona. "Get to work!"

"Fiona, I can't go to work this morning," Amy explained. "I have a really big test I have to study for and-"

"Listen, Amy. People go to school to get smarter, so that they can get a job. You already have a job, so it's like skipping a step. Come on, get going."

Amy gawked at her, then turned with a frustrated exhale and headed off out of the pool grounds. Grabbing her baseball cap, one of the only belongings from her deceased father that Fiona allowed her to possess, she headed to her car, ready to go to the tackiest place in every existing dimension, once being the coolest, as a matter a fact.

The diner was now called Fiona's, the bill board advertising the shop now infested with cursive writing and a pink background. It was for this reason that Amy once attempted to dye her fur color, but she chickened out. Inspirational quotes and designs painted by one of Mr. Rose's best friends in the past were now covered with pink polka-dotted wall paper, accompanied by a guitar-clock with Elvis' picture on it and records on the walls, going for a more retro style, but in major pink. It was nauseating.

Coming into the diner that Monday morning, Rhonda could be found arguing with an upset client on the phone, eventually just giving up entirely and hanging up on them. She was the only one not wearing the pink apron and roller-blades, which was now the demanded uniform by Fiona. Bobby could be found making some more goods out of salmon, thanks to Fiona's new diet, as Eleanor was trying not to kill herself on her roller-blades. She did fly right to her stomach tripping over her skates, Bobby stretching his arms out and calling, "safe!" as Rhonda and a customer winced at her fall.

"Chuck!" Rhonda exclaimed enthusiastically at a regular. "How you doing?"

"Super."

"That's good! So, cheese omelet." Chuck nodded. "Extra bacon, crisp. Blueberry muffin and a coke."

"Oh! Make it a diet coke!" cued the client. "I'm trying to watch my weight."

Are you for real was how Rhonda's expression could be distinguished as, only to be confirmed by her statement, "Oh, it ain't goin' nowhere."

She then spotted Amy skating around the diner picking up the dishes, which was a definite no-no for a senior about to graduate in a couple of weeks.

"Amy, what are you still doing here?"

"I'm almost done."

"You're gonna be late for school!"

"I'll get there. Fiona is going to go ballistic if I don't finish."

"I couldn't care less about Fiona. What I care about is your education."

"But-"

"She's got you working at the crack of dawn like some kind of rooster."

"But I-"

"Your dad would want you at school, not here."

"But-"

"No more 'buts'! You just leave Fiona and her big butt to me!"

Rhonda took the basket of dishes from Amy's arms, giving the girl a stern look.

"Thanks Rhonda."

"Get."

The hedgehog smiled and obliged, throwing off her apron and skates, grabbing her school books and heading off.