Amy's aunt and uncle had always treated her well. She had everything Blaze had, if not more. Even though she had everything, she didn't feel secure without her parents.
To an outsider, Amy was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had beautiful clothes and even a phone, something girls her age only longed for and saw in magazines. Since she wasn't her aunt and uncle's biological daughter, no one treated her as harshly as they did Blaze. She was able to get away with anything and everything. Even if both she and Blaze would get into trouble, Blaze would be the only one to get punished. When Amy started an argument, Blaze is the one who got punished.
The difference in the way they treated her and Blaze made her realize the distance between them. She would always be an outsider since that car accident on that fateful day. So from then on, she swore to never fight with Blaze again. She started doing what her mother would do for her to Blaze. She would lay out her clothes every night, start her baths, and bring her some tea when she was studying or doing work.
Amy thought her innocence would last forever.
One day in middle school, she and her table mate had classroom duty. They cleaned up the room but it took hours. When they were done they had walked outside, only to see a lightning bolt strike and flash across the sky. Amy mentally screamed as she took off for the bus stop as it started to pour. She rushed into the bus stop, gasping for breath, sighing in relief. Just then, someone else ran in as well. Her eyes widened at the sight of a black hedgehog, red streaks kissing his fur. He had a bag slung over one shoulder and headphones in. She took in his uniform and noticed he was wearing the same uniform as her.
Amy was usually considered a tall girl, tallest in her class. But this guy was so much taller than her. She looked away nervously. Since they didn't know each other, it was only natural they didn't say anything to each other.
When the rain calmed down, he readjusted the strap on his shoulder. He glanced over at her and she did the same to him, and that was when she finally took in his features. Red eyes, black fur. wild quills.
It was in that moment she realized she had met the man of her dreams.
He looked away and walked out of the shelter, showing no emotion on his face. Right as he left the bus arrived. Amy walked out and onto the bus steps. She looked out her window for the mysterious hedgehog, but he was no where to be found.
The third year of Amy's middle school year was critical. Amy had looked for that hedgehog everyday since that day, but could never find him. She hadn't even met him when she graduated as a second year. It was just dumb luck that when she had run into him again she was with her friend Sonic. That was how she had gotten to meet the boy from her dreams again, through the blue blur.
Unlike Amy, Shadow seemed to have forgotten her from the rainy incident. This angered Amy greatly, seeing as how she was the only pink female hedgehog in the city.
"Shadow, this is Amy. Amy, this is Shadow."
When Sonic had introduced the two of them, Shadow simply hmphed at her, coldly acknowledging her. Amy stared back at him with a blank expression also.
That night, Amy was studying, but she couldn't focus. Absentmindedly, she had wrote his name in her journal with a bunch of hearts, "Shadow..." He was engraved not only in her notebook, but in her heart and in her mind.
When they reached high school, the classes were separated according to grades. Shadow and Sonic had great grades and we're in first class, while Blaze and Amy had mediocre grades and were put in third class. Sonic and Amy were still good friends and often hung out with each other after school, which led to her bumping into Shadow more. With each meeting, she would pay more attention to him. When she would lay on her bed, she would be thinking more of him.
Eventually, she got bolder. She would make excuses to leave the classroom to go to the bathroom, and when she did she would walk passed the first class to take sneak peaks of the ebony hedgehog. At first glance, her heart would start thumping uncontrollably. When he wasn't around, she felt depressed. After school, she would also drag her friends outside. To them, they would think she was just there to get some exercise. To her, it was all just an excuse to see Shadow play ball.
After another year, Amy found out the next classes would be separated by grades once again. She also figured out Shadow was going to pursue a science major, so she followed and did so also. For the first time in her life, Amy studied very hard.
Knowing she would be in the same class as him pushed Amy to keep going on strong. She made such an improvement in her grades that the teachers began to name her the pink horse. She was extremely happy.
Until she found out Shadow didn't do very well, and ended up getting bumped down to third class with Blaze. Her heart broke into many pieces. But she was determined to not give up. All her friends were happy to see her doing well, but she could only force a smile, pretending it was all okay. After that day had ended, she had cried for a long time.
The girls in the third class were vastly different from the girls from the first class. Third class girls didn't care about their studies and if they liked someone, they would go all out. Every time Amy passed by the third class, she would see Shadow being surrounded by a group of girls who seemed to be trying to get his attention. Even though he would always wear the same cold expression, ignoring their presence, Amy couldn't help feeling jealous. Bitterness would often eat at her the whole day, making her moody.
A few times, Amy saw Shadow talking to another girl outside the school gates after and sometimes before school. She would feel a deep jealousy in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it down. The girl was the third class's student president. She felt as though she was being stabbed in the heart. She walked past them without a word, and thought about the few memories they did share.
In year two, there was one time when she had hurt so badly from her monthly cycle that her face went pale as a sheet, and she had to use the wall as a support, not able to continue walking. He had then supported her all the way to the nurse's office.
Even today, she could still distinctly remember the events of that day. She lay on the bed in the nurse's office and he had sat on the chair next to the window reading a book. They didn't speak at all but the warmth she felt was enough. She had felt as though she owned the world at that moment.
But in the end, they still made small talk. That was because the girl she had seen talking to Shadow several times before coincidentally came into the nurse's office to buy plasters and then came over to initiate a conversation.
