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Shadamy

Chapter 2

The EMO Twin is in Love with me.

(Or is it the other way around?)

By Doveheart

"Yes." Said Shadow looking at Amy like a lion does with a gazelle.

"Oh boy. . ." Was all Amy could think, "I'm working for Shadow! Of all people, I would have rather worked for Sonic. I really would have rather worked with Sonic. Now I'm stuck with his evil, and EMO twin."

"Are you done gawking yet?" he asked sternly as Amy was smacked back into reality, "I don't have any time to waist with starring. Now being a secretary is stern business, and if you don't do exactly as I say; I'll be the one to pay for it. So if you mess up, I'll kick your pink butt to Heaven so fast you won't even have time to say ouch." Amy coward back like a scared puppy facing her abusive owner. "So," he conuied very strict and almost abusive training. By the end of the day, Shadow had said so much, Amy had filled up 89 1/17 pages of notes on how to be a perfect secretary. "I'll have your training desk ready tomorrow." He said with a grunt. He stared at her with eyes like snakes, "Now go home, your assignment is to write a 100 word essay on how to be a good secretary. Be off with you now." And without another word, he turned his chair the other way and just sat there.

On the walk home, a pink hedgehog was wondering; what was worse? Being stuck in a body-odor filled room that was being mixed grease and the bad breath of 350 lb men, or having Shadow as your tutor? She pondered the question all the way home.

Shadow watched from the window from his office as the good-for-nothing pink hedgehog walked away. "Man I hope she chooses to quit." He mumbled to himself. The girl didn't have what it took in his option. She was too soft and to easily offended, he only played the mean secretary job to see if she would stick up for herself. "She's not going to make it. . ." He sighed to himself. "No matter how darn cute she is."

If you lived on 50th street, you would have heard a scream of shear terror, shock, anger, and disappointment. That is what Amy did when she finally opened the box to her new computer, and found something that belonged in a museum. Yes, Amy has finally realized that her, 'new' computer can only type and has no internet assess what-so-ever. Amy calmed herself down when she realized that it would not be a problem right now, all she had to do was easily type a 100 word essay to impress her new dark boss. As she was typing, she had a lot of time to think about a lot of things; like for instance, "I wonder what color the sky is in Shadows world? Probably black or another dreary color." But as she was thinking of sky colors, realization came to her. "Shadow usually doesn't act like that," she thought, "in fact I'd say that he cares more about me than Sonic ever would." She picked up her heart Sonic picture, "You self-absorbed jerk." She said out loud.

More realization wisdom hit her in the face like a run away train. Sonic did not care for her. Nor would her ever. Shadow took enough time out of his day actually to teach Amy something, and he was there for there meeting! In fact he was early; Amy was the one who was late. "Is that just the way Shadow is?" she thought to herself, "He keeps close to himself and lets no one else in? Or is it an act?" She pondered so much about it that she almost fell asleep on her computer, thankfully she didn't or else the impact would have crushed the old thing. Amy worked, and revised, and worked, and revised, until her hands, eyeballs, and brain where sore. Finally she had a rough draft done that she could feel proud of to call her own. She happily went to bed at 4 a.m. in the morning and slept until 8 a.m. She ran into the kitchen and scarped down a protein drink. She had no idea why she was going so fast, it was an hour until work; why did she want to get there so badly? Did she want to see something? Or someone?

If you sleep in your car because you save every last penny you earn to help your adopted sister pay for her medical bill because she didn't go to collage and now she has some mystery disease. Congratulations! You are now officially like Shadow. Shadow was once again having trouble sleeping, but this time it was not worrying over his sister. This annoying sound, even though every time he heard it he thought it was angles sing-ing. Amy's words kept playing through his head. "That beautiful shy voice. . ." A realization hit him. He would have to make Amy quit. He couldn't have her here; she would just get trampled on by Monthy. "She won't toughen up any way," he thought calming himself, "She'll quit soon enough, and then things can go back to normal. Boring, but normal."

Shadow woke up at 8 a.m. Not caring that Amy most likely wouldn't be up at this time, he had to make sure that he got there before she did so he could put on his mean boss face. He grabbed a protein drink and scarped it down, and then ran to his job. All the way there he was chanting, "I am a mean boss, I am a mean boss. . ." As he ran through the parknglot, he saw Amy's car and thought two things, "Crud." And, "Why didn't I take my car?" The answer was gas prices. He busted through the glass doors hoping to find that she had just got here; unfortunately she had
already organized her desk.

Poor Shadow, Amy had arrived a half-hour earlier than you. You should run faster. Well, Amy was about as scared as a deer in a roll-a-coaster when she saw Shadow red from head to toe from running. Shadow just pointed a wobbly finger like it was about to fall off, "Y-Y- you . . ." he panted, "Get . . . me a . . . glass of . . . water. . ." Amy was too scared to argue, she immediately ran to the little free water glass station. You know the ones that dentist have? Why this place has one; the world may never know! She shot back and gave Shadow his life support. . . I mean water. But he slugged it down like it was his life support. After Shadow was done, his body was returned to its proper color and he sat down in his big dark red easy chair. Amy was so nervous that she had to hold one hand as the other picked up her typed essay. Shadow picked it up and didn't even bother to read it, he just smacked this down and said, "Total and utter failure." Amy had a look on her face that combined the feelings of disappointment and confusion,

"What was wrong with it?" she asked about to explode with emotion, mostly anger,

"What's wrong with it? I told you to write a 100 word essay, not type." Well, that just caused Amy to go infernally insane. Something inside her snapped and I think that was a barrier that was holding up an atomic bomb of anger. Thankfully for Shadow, there was a back up barrier so the bomb did not explode on Shadow; but it was still there. Shadow unfortunately kept on talking, "I honestly think that you're not cut out for this Amy. You're too soft and you just let people walk all over you like a dead cat. I think you would be more suited for jobs at Burger King, no, wait. McDonalds! That would be the perfect job for you!" snap There went the last barrier.

"NO WAY! I WAS UP UNTILL 4 A.M. WORKING ON THIS STINK'N ESSAY. AND YOU SAY IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T ENPHASISE THAT IT NEEDED TO BE HAND WRITTEN!! AND FOR YOURE INFORMATION I ALL READY WORKED AT MCDONALDS AND LET ME TELL YOU, ALL I GOT TO DO WAS SERVE CRUD TO 65 YEAR OLDS THAT WHERE OVER WEIGHT AND HAVE NO LIFE!!" Poor Shadow, he got exploded on by a shouting Amy. But I would have done the same thing.

"Crud." Was all Shadow could think when Amy was done exploding. No he was not thinking of McDonalds food, he was thinking, "Crud, now she has self confidence. Now she has a chance of surviving here. She looks hot now to. Unfortunately, now I have no choice." He sighed and looked down at his lap and mumbled, "Congratulations."

Major confusion hormones spread out through Amy's anatomy like wild fire. Is this dude congratulating her of being fired? No. . . . That would be dumb. So all she could do is say, "Wha. . .?" This dude was being nice. NICE. This is not possible in Shadow's dark grey sky world. Or is it? It could have just been a huge act like she was thinking before.

"Congrats," he said again, "You now have what it takes to make it through here. I think you'll make it. 67 other apprentices came through those glass doors just like you did yesterday. I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in your eye, but I brushed it aside. I gave you the self-confidence, and by the end of the day I thought you had failed. But today you have proven out to be a very kind, smart, and respectable young lady. You have passed. Congratulations." All Amy could think was,

"This dude is amazing. . ."

Now all that was left was . . . um . . . nothing really. Amy could go home now. But she didn't, she just waited there like a loyal dog. Shadow just looked at this girl and Amy just looked at this boy. Until they both blurted out,

"Would you like to go on a date?!"

DADADUM

PART 3 COMING ASAP