Sonamy: Part 1 - Chapter 7

Part 2: The First Day

       Amy woke up the next morning with swollen eyes, a dampened pillow and one massive headache.  As it turned out, she found herself crying the night before.  The words that Big had said to her bothered her, from the moment she ran away from him till now.  Because she felt betrayed by her friend, and the thought of replacing Sonic affected her so much, she had cried herself to sleep.  Now that she woke up, she felt as if she had been drinking alcohol the night before and passed out.

       Slightly moved from yesterday, Amy got up and walked over to her dresser.  It had a giant mirror on the top and many drawers along the side, all made of wood.  She sat on the wooden chair in front of it and looked at herself in the mirror.  When she gazed at herself, she almost couldn't bear to look at what she saw.

       Her quills were all skuzzy-looking and puffed out.  Her eyes were swollen and slightly glittery from the leftover tears.  Not being able to look at herself anymore, she averted her eyes to the top of her desk.  Resting there was a tiny, pink notebook with the words, "My Diary" written on it with white letters.  Underneath it was a picture of her, wearing a green T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.  She remembered that she was writing in it the night before, just before she went to bed.  Not sure if she wanted to be reminded about what she wrote, she took the little book and put it in her drawer, underneath all her clothing.

       With all the thoughts of replacing her beloved rushing through her head, she decided to take some aspirin to try to relieve her headache.  She left her room and went into her white bathroom, peering into the medicine cabinet over the sink.  Amy fished around, looking for something to help her aching head, when the realization had hit her.

       "I don't have any aspirin," she said to herself, "Looks like I have to go out and get some.  Maybe a trip into town will help get my mind off all of this."

       After a shower and a quick change of clothes, she grabbed her purse, made sure she brought enough money and began making her way to the store.  As she closed and locked her door behind her and began walking down the street, a ruffling sound came from the bushes across the street from her house.

       As Amy began disappearing down the road, Espio poked his head out of the bushes, making sure she was nowhere in sight.  He used a pair of binoculars to make sure she was far enough to move out.  When he was convinced, he moved his hand back and forth, the signal to Charmy and Vector to move out.

       "The bird has left the nest, time to move out," said Espio, as he put his binoculars away.  He let out a deep sigh of worry.  Personally, Espio didn't like these kinds of jobs.  He felt they were unethical and a little unsanitary, to say the least.

       "Well done, Espio!" said Vector, as he put on a black ski mask and black marker lines under his eyes, "Time to commence Operation: Grab and Go!"

       Charmy wasn't just ready to go, but very excited as well.  He had never done a job like this; most of the time, they had him sit out and watch.

       "C'mon guys!" exclaimed Charmy, "Let's get this show on the road!"

       "Whether we get paid for this or not, what we are doing is completely insane, not to mention illegal!" stated Espio, as the three of them made their way to the side of the house.

       The three of them walked to the side of the house, where they found an open window, leading into the kitchen.  Charmy flew into the window, checked to make sure the coast was clear, and then opened the window as far as it could go.

       Vector tried his best to climb through the window, but got stuck about midway.  He squeezed as hard as he could, trying to fit in the tiny window.  Charmy grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as he could, while Espio began pushing from his end.  After a good five minutes or so, they managed to squeeze the crocodile through the tiny window!

       As Vector sat in the middle of the floor, kind of woozy after hurting himself from falling on the floor, Espio leaped into the kitchen in a single bound and joined his cohorts.

       "Great, we're in.  Now, where to start looking…"  Vector said, as he got up on his feet.

       "Obviously, something that personal would be in the bedroom," explained Espio, "So our best bet is to start looking there."

       With that, the three of them began making their way thru Amy's neatly refurbished home, complete with golden, yellow walls, an off-brown looking rug, and beautiful white trim going around the whole house.  The Chaotix made their way to the stairs and walked to the second floor of the house.  They opened the doors in the hallway, until they found the bedroom.

       It was everything that the three of them pictured it to be.  The walls were painted an egg shell blue, with a grey colored rug.  Right in front of them, on the far wall was her medium sized bed.  On the wall, at the foot of the bed, was a door, which led into the closet.  Next to the closet, against the wall, was her dresser.  Across from the dresser was a wooden desk with a computer on it.  Finally, next to the door they came in, was a bookshelf, filled with a wide variety of books.

       "Alright, we found the bedroom," said Espio, "Now then, let's get to work.  Vector, you take the closet.  Charmy, you check the bedding area.  I'll check the computer desk and bookshelf.  We'll find this book, even if that means we tear this room apart!"

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       "I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE, YOU GUYS!" moaned Charmy, as he sat on the bed in frustration.

       Time had passed, about 15-20 minutes or so, and the Chaotix still had no luck finding the diary.  They tore apart everything in the entire room, from the closet to the bookshelf, and still found nothing.  Everything that Amy owned was thrown all over the floor and everything.  The dresser drawers were all pulled out and sprawled all over the place.  No matter where they looked, they still couldn't find the book.

       "I don't understand it," said Espio, as he scratched his head, "I sense that she has a diary, but I can't really pinpoint its exact location."

       "I'll recheck the closet, Espio, but I don't think that it's in there," said Vector, as he made his way to the closet.

       "Why don't we just call it quits, guys," said Charmy, as he began bouncing on the bed in boredom, "She obviously doesn't even own a diary!"

       "Very well, then," said Espio, "But you know Shadow isn't going to want us coming back empty handed.  We best try to find something!"

       Just as the words left his mouth, he felt his foot step on something very firm, making a kind of knocking sound.  He looked to the ground to see a pile of clothing under his feet.

       'Funny, clothing wouldn't make that kind of noise,' thought Espio, as he knelt down to investigate.  He moved the clothing over to reveal a pink notebook with the words, "My Diary" on it in white letters.

       "Hey guys, I think I found it," he said in triumph, as he held the book up.  The others gazed at it in astonishment.

       "Great Job, Espio," said Vector, "Now, let's get out of here before we're spotted!"

       "Wait, shouldn't we clean up the mess before we leave?" asked Charmy, as he surveyed the destroyed room they had caused.

       "There's no time," said Espio, "On a regular occasion, I'd say yes, but I sense Amy's arrival is imminent!  We have to make ourselves scarce, now!"

       With that said, the three of them nodded at each other and made their way out of the room, down the stairs and out the back door of the house, leaving the room a total and complete disaster.