To: Amy Rose From: Sophie the cat Subject: Well?

What happened in there?

Sophie


To: Sophie the cat From: Amy Rose Subject: Well…

Okay, here's what happened. Mr. Wilkinson started apologizing, talking about how he was wrong, blah, blah, blah…

So then he was like, "I assure you Miss Rose, someone will be held responsible for this and will succumb to the consequences." I think he knows who it was. Anyway, he invited me and Sonic to this fancy party he's having at some Italian restaurant…I think it's for his anniversary or something like that. And it's this Saturday, as if he gave us plenty of notice.

He says I should take it as a kind of psychological restitution, I told him he didn't have to do that. I mean don't get me wrong, I like Mr. Wilkinson, but I don't know if I'd be comfortable around his family relatives who I don't even know…it's gonna be so awkward. Well, at least Sonic will be there to suffer with me.

Sonic left for now, I told him we'd meet up later and get something to eat.

Whoa, look over there—uh, left towards Wilkinson's office. Did he finally figure out it was her? If it was her I mean.

Amy


Talentedgrl321 has just signed on.

SonicSweetheart has just signed on.

Talentedgrl321: of course it was her, who else?

SonicSweetheart: I dunno

Talentedgrl321: exactly

SonicSweetheart: changed my sn back

Talentedgrl321: Ic that

SonicSweetheart: I keep getting these weird pop ups from Nick Jr., you know that program with all the little kid shows

Talentedgrl321: My favorite was Blues Clues, but Joe ruined the show

SonicSweetheart: why did Steve (not ur steve of course) have to leave blues clues and go off to college?

Talentedgrl321: how did Steve even get into college?

SonicSweetheart: good question

Talentedgrl321: but still, that show died when Steve left

SonicSweetheart: and even worse…now blue can talk!

Talentedgrl321: That is just messed up on so many levels

Funkymonkey247 has just signed on.

Funkymonkey247: was that Penelope who just went into Wilkinson's office?

Talentedgrl321: she's the one who blabbed

SonicSweetheart: at least we think

Talentedgrl321: stop giving her the benefit of the doubt Amy, we all know she did it

Funkymonkey247: now that I think about it, I think she's been caught doing that b4

Talentedgrl321: pfft, I believe that

SonicSweetheart: hey look she's coming out

SonicSweetheart: Whoa, she's coming over here!

Talentedgrl321: abort!

Funkymonkey247: we've got ur back Amy

SonicSweetheart: What r u talking about? u can't even c my back—gtg

SonicSweetheart has just signed off.

Talentedgrl321 has just signed off.

Funkymonkey247 has just signed off.


To: Phillip the chimp From: Kevin the orangutan Subject: office battles

Hey Phil! You gotta see this! Catfight upstairs, looks like it might get nasty…man am I glad I transferred here!

Kevin


To: Kevin the orangutan From: Phillip the chimp Subject: curses

I'm gonna have to miss it…board meeting. Tell me how it ends.

Phil


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Amy Rose Subject: Could you

please take me home? My head hurts.

Wilkinson found out it was Penelope…about time. Anyway, when she came out of the office she marches over to me—innocent enough, until she gets a few feet away from my desk, she starts throwing these random projectiles at me. I didn't even give her any kind of look that would provoke her…she just lashed out so randomly. Like literally anything she could grab was chucked towards my head.

I was able to dodge most of it, but she got me with a hole puncher…and yeah, so that's how my head hurts so bad. This all happened in a matter of seconds, about thirty before Sophie and Jim could restrain her like some kind of wild beast in a poorly managed circus. Sophie and I are in the kitchen right now and this ice pack is starting to melt. I don't know where they took her but Wilkinson says it'll be pretty tough for her to get another job.

I don't even care…I just wanna go home and lay down for a while.

Amy


To: Amy Rose From: Sonic the hedgehog Subject: Sure thing

You okay? Was it the small hole puncher or the three hole punch? I guess it doesn't really make much of a difference, but man…that musta hurt.

I'll be there as soon as I can…give me about forty two seconds, a little extra time so I can pick you up some Tylenol.

Sonic


Journal entry 15, Amy Rose

5/05/06

5:43pm

I'm at Wilkinson's party. At least the food isn't so bad. I must look ridiculous with this bandage strapped to my head.

I wonder if I'd get in trouble if I pushed that guy out the window, he's getting annoying with that snoring. No…I wouldn't really do that, but I think I may bore myself to tears.

Is Wilkinson gesturing for me to come over, or is there someone behind me? Nope, I think he means me…well, here I go.


Amy's Pov:

I go over to Mr. Wilkinson slowly, wasting all the time I possibly can (I let Sonic stay at the buffet table). He is standing beside this other snow leopard who must be his brother. He reaches out to shake my hand and I try to smile as I put out my own. Mr. Wilkinson then starts the introduction, "Miss Rose, I'd like you to meet my younger brother Don Wilkinson and this woman behind me is his wife Charlotte and their six year old daughter Katie." I shake all their hands, moving down the assembly line, one after the other.

As I shake Katie's hand, she nervously pulls her paw away and starts groping for her mother. Charlotte takes the cub's paw and pulls the girl up against her velvet dress, "I'm sorry. You see, she can't see or hear…it can be a real hassle to communicate to her sometimes. She's not mentally challenged though, she knows when something out of the ordinary is going on and she can distinguish different people by touch and smell." I look back at Katie who is sniffing the air, for sweets probably. She must have caught scent of that flamingo walking around with the cannolis. I say to her back, "That's okay."

Don who has overheard everything says, "Charlotte and I aren't sure what to do with her anymore. We can't teach her basic manners or proper etiquette, and every tutor we've hired has given up on her irreversible bad behavior. Our only other option may be to place her in an asylum." Hearing this, I don't notice my face become slightly flushed when I protest, "Oh no, don't do that!" He looks a little surprised at my sudden outburst, but I can't help myself, "Please…don't do that, a poorhouse is no place for any child to grow up." His eyes hold sympathy, but also hopelessness, "But what else can we do?"

I can't let them do that to this poor child, she has so much potential to live a normal life like everyone else. Her mother even said that she's not mentally retarded. I try to lower my voice so I don't draw too much attention, "Keep trying…"

Don shakes his head at me, "I'm sorry my dear, but to keep trying would only be to give ourselves false hope. I'm not sure how much more discouragement and disappointment we can bear." I urge once again, "Oh please, don't do that to her. Trust me, I grew up in such a place…it's awful." I know that this last statement has caught his attention and he stares me down. "Perhaps then…you would teach the girl." I almost fall over; maybe I should've worn smaller heels. "But I can't—"

Now he is the one urging me, "Please, I do not wish for the child to live in such a terrible place. We are desperate to try anything and I think I was greatly mistaken when I said I couldn't bear any disappointment. For, I think to allow ourselves to give up, would be a greater disappointment than any felt by trying." I think for a moment, then come up with an idea, "I'm no teacher, but I know someone who might be able to help you." His eyes grow eager, "Yes, yes, anyone! Who is it?"

I better call Sylvia and let her know she's got a new case on her hands...uh, wings.