A Maid Named Amy Chapter 2

December 7th

     I can't believe Alana is having a Masquerade Ball. That's how big their house is. Well, actually, it's going to be outside. Really? Outside? In the freezing cold? What are these people thinking? But anyway, they have a patio the size of a freaking ballroom! Which, by the way, I have to clean. I also have to decorate is, make the food, help Alana, Daphnee, Irine, and Zelena dress, and get myself ready if I can. I doubt I'll be able to though.

     Okay, so I'm a little excited to be going to it. I like to dance a lot and I heard there's going to be a karaoke machine too so I might be singing . . . if my nerves don't collapse on me. There's also going to be a lot of cute boys there who won't even know my face or name. And I'll be with my friends. I'll dance all night and no one will ask, "Aren't you Alana's sister?" or, "Can you set me up with her?" or even, "You're not anywhere close to being as pretty as her,"


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     Alana walked out of the bathroom, wearing a mint green cotton robe and a white towel on her head. I sat on my side of the room in a bean bag chair, watching the news on the large, plasma screen TV. Alana ignored me and the TV as she walked into her closet. The newsman blabbed on and on about run aways, the people in Iran doing some nuclear bombing stuff, and Obama and his stimulus package.

     "Before we go, we have one more thing to tell our viewers. Our blue hero is back in town! After two long years of battling the newest villain in the world, Zack Dagger, in Europe, Sonic the Hedgehog has returned to the U.S. A few of our people had an interview with him."

     Then Sonic and the interviewer came onto the scene.

     "So Sonic, what was it like battling Zack Dagger?" the interviewer asked.

     "Well it was definitely a bigger challenge than fighting Eggman. He actually gave me a few scars," he showed her the marks on his arm and leg.

     "Is Zack still alive?"

     "Yeah, he is. He got on a boat going to Asia as soon as I reached the ocean."

     "Do you have any idea where he is?"

     "Not at the moment. He might be in Asia, or he might have followed me here. But I roughed him up quite a bit so he probably won't be doing anything for a while,"

     "Well, we have time for one final question. What are you going to do now that you're back in America?"

     "I'm probably gonna go back to Station Square. You know, go back to school, see my family, hang out with my friends,"

     "How sweet. Well thank you for your time, Sonic,"

     "Right back at you, Charlotte," he winked at her. I turned the TV and whispered in despair yet amazement, "Sonic's back,"

     "And he has a date with me," Alana came out of her closet wearing extremely short white shorts and dark blue tube top. My head whipped towards her, my mouth slightly open, my heart breaking.

     "Already?" I croaked. She turned from her mirror and smirked at me, "Yep,"

     The sad thing about the present relationship with my sister was that she knew absolutely everything about me and used it against me.

     "Oh, btw I need you to cater my ball," she called while applying mascara.

     "I thought I was already catering it,"

     "Yes, you are, but I'm a little short on waitresses so I'll need you and your stupid friends to help out."

     I was a better dancer than she was, and she knew it. So to avoid being embarrassed and prevent me from "upstaging" her, she was forcing me not to go. I could have said, "Screw you, I'm going any way," but you'll see the result in a minute.

     "I'm going, but not in a skinny maid's outfit serving tiny sandwiches and spiked drinks," I stated. She glared menacingly at me and hissed, "Fine. You can go. If you do ALL the chores on Tascha's list to perfection, plus decorate the party area, plus make all the food, plus help us get ready, get yourself ready, and cater my party for three hours,"

     "But the party ends at eleven. That would give me only thirty minutes – "

     "Exactly," she retorted.

     The doorbell rang and she skipped out of the room. I tip – toed to the bedroom door and peered out into the hall. Alana opened the front door and jumped into someone's arms. She kissed him lovingly while his hands wandered.

     "Oh, Sonic! I missed you!" she cried.

     "Missed you too, babe," he said, his voice deeper than I remembered. The twins came running around the corner and hugged his legs. He chuckled and bent down, hugging them back.

     "Hey, girls!" he smiled dazzling down at them.

     "Ready to go?" the queen of evil asked.

     "Yep," he answered, then hesitated, "Hey, is Amy here?" I stiffened at the sound of my name.

     Alana grimaced before lying, "No,"

     "Yes she it!" Aden piped up, "She's in Alana's room!"

     No, Aden! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! I'm not ready to see him yet!

     "Do you mind if I go see her?" Sonic asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He began walking towards me. I gasped and ran to the bay window. I slid it open and looked down at the drop.

     "Not too bad," I muttered. I grabbed my leather jacket and my skate board from the side of the bed, scurried onto the edge of the window pane, and jumped! The dark, snow covered ground came rushing at me and I landed like a cat. I pressed myself to the side of the house and listened carefully.

     "Amy? Amy, you here?" Sonic called, "Look, I know I left unexpectedly, and I know I haven't kept in contact . . . "

     I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, flashes of that dreadful memory seeping into my head.


*FLASH BACK*


     I walked downtown slowly. My eyes searched warily, my Sonic monitor in my head quiet.

     "Sonic?!" I called, "Sonic, where are you?!"

     I spotted most of the gang sitting at a table outside a sandwich shop. I skipped up to them, "Hey, do you guys know where Sonic is?" and then I noticed their faces. Each held worry, curiosity, even a little fear.

     "W – What's going on?" I stuttered.

     "No one knows where he is, Amy," Cream whispered, "He's been gone for days,"

     "That's impossible." I rejected, "Sonic does run away, but he doesn't just plain disappear off the face of the Earth,"

     "Go ask Tails," Knuckles said, quiet for the first time, "He's the only one that knew Sonic was leaving. I nodded and ran to the nearest train station. An hour later I hopped down the rickety wooden stairs and raced to Tails' work shop. He held a finger up to me as I came in, talking softly into a cell phone.

     "Yes . . . okay . . . no, I don't think so . . . okay . . . I will . . . alright . . . bye Sonic,"

     "That was Sonic?!" I cried, almost hypervenalating now, "Why didn't you let me speak to him?"

     "Something came up. He had to go," Tails answered.

     "So where is he?"

     "Somewhere in Europe, and he asks you not to go looking for him,"

     "You know I don't listen to Sonic that well," I retorted, putting my hands on my hips.

     "I know that, but he says it's too dangerous,"

     "What could he possibly be doing?"

     "I don't know, he wouldn't tell me,"

     I swallowed and stared at the floor, whispering, "Do you think he'll come back?"

     Tails shrugged, but smiled slightly, "I'm sure he will,"


*FLASH BACK ENDS*

     I clenched my fists and glared at the snow, "You're not doing this again to me, Sonic. You're not breaking my heart," I ran off the lawn onto the sidewalk. My skateboard slapped onto the concrete and I hopped on, rolling down the street and into the night.