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Cold Chills

Chapter 1

The cold wind caressed my face as I walked down the pavement; the early spring warmth had yet to appear, leaving the City in a freezing winter state. I pulled my jacket closer to my chest as the gentle wind became a fierce one, almost slapping me as I walked. I hate the winter, it's always so…rough and well… cold, when it snows it's great, but the rest of the winter, I'd prefer it to be summer, spring at least.

The city's winters are always unpleasant, arctic even, and here I reside with my belongings as my only companions, sad really. My mother passed away a few years back, but I've learnt to cope, it's not as hard as it sounds to provide for myself, I have a job at the café and it gets me by just fine.

I am Amy, Amy Rose, not the most exciting name in the world is it? But I just look at the brighter side of everything, my name could have been a lot worse, so I just live with it, and I suppose it's one of the only things that I have left that involved my family.
I arrived at school after my winter expedition; I'd be needing huskies and a sled next. My best friend Cream waved to me from the end of the corridor beckoning me over,

"Hurry up Amy!" She called cheerily from the classroom door,

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I replied, running up to her and placing my coat on the small building's cloakroom.
We both settled into our seats, math. Greaaat. The classroom was buzzing with chatter as more students arrived; Cream and I were engrossed in our own conversation, until Mr Harmer entered the room, causing the room to fall silent as the students took to their seats. The normal droning of his voice instantly boring me to death, I began to doodle on my book, which was already littered with them, but I always managed to find some small space to occupy another doodle.

When the bell for the period to end rung, Cream and I flew out the classroom,

"I swear it gets worse every lesson" Cream sighed, her large ears whacking her in the face as she shook her head quickly,

"Watch it Cream!" I giggled in reply to her vigorous head shaking, her ears walloping me too.

We continued talking about how bad math was, until we eventually reached my German classroom, Cream departing to her Biology lesson. I walked into the classroom, my teacher, late as usual, giving me time to quickly sit in my usual seat at the back right of the classroom, and pull out my sketch pad and continue one of my previous sketches. I'm not the best drawer in the world, but I hope to be at better standards one day, so I try to sketch and hopefully complete most of my drawings I feel are at the right standard.
As I continued to draw, a black shape in the corner of my eye caught my attention, I flickered my eyes up from my drawing to see what it was. A male hedgehog stood in the doorway, his eyes a crimson red, but not a warm red. An arctic red. His eyes colder than any that had met my gaze before hand; I quickly flickered back to my drawing not keen for him to meet my curious stare.
I continued to watch the male from the corner of my eye, interested to find out who this boy was; his bizarre eye colour captivating. He waited until the teacher arrived before being seated next to me, seemingly ignoring my presence, so I continued to draw while the teacher droned on, but still glancing every once in a while over in the male's direction.

As I glanced over once more, his eyes met mine. His crimson orbs, cold and emotionless, but holding me where I was, refusing to release me. I worked up the strength to look away, daring not to look again for the remainder of the lesson, although I was severely tempted. As soon as the bell for the end of the period rung, I darted out of the classroom once more, not keen to talk to the new student at all.

When lunch finally arrived I watched for the new student, oblivious to Cream's ramblings. After a few minutes of searching, to Cream's displeasure, I found the mysterious student, sitting in the corner of the canteen, seeming to be engrossed in a book. My eyes quickly darted back to the table, smiling sweetly at Cream, before taking one last look at the mysterious male through the gaps in my long quills. He was looking at me in a rather confused fashion, before shaking his head gently from side to side and continuing to read his book. I let out a gently sigh, engaging in conversation with the vanilla rabbit once more, but still thinking about the male's cold eyes.

Lunch seemed to fly by after that in a smudgy blur, and before I knew it, it was 5th Period. Cream and I chatted along the way to English, which was the best lesson of the day because we both sat at the back, and our teacher was just plain stupid. As we took our seats, right in the back corner, I caught the shadowy male looking at me in a confused fashion yet again. I wasn't really sure what I found so, so extraordinary about him, but he just was. His red striped quills, which were very unusual markings for our kind, and his eyes so cold, so heartless, it was like staring into a deep abyss of nothingness; but, if you looked hard enough, you could just about see a little emotion, although, I'm not really sure what you would call it. It's all just a big smudge of crimson to me.

As my teacher finally arrived, and the class fell silent, I continued with my sketch, managing to snap my eyes away from his dazzling, yet cold eyes.

I managed to restrain myself for the rest of the lesson and refuse to look in 'his' direction, although I could feel his eyes resting on me, I still denied myself the chance to take a sneaky look at him, I'd only become entranced in his deep crimson eyes, realising that my mind was drifting into thought about 'him' I tried to make quiet conversation with Cream. Managing to survive questions directed at me by my paranoid English teacher, my confusing day finally came to a welcomed end.

I stepped out onto the front of the school, tightly wrapping my coat closer around me, almost suffocating myself. Slowly I began to walk home, rather lonely as Cream lived in the opposite direction. A streak of wind ran past me, sending my quills up around my head, and settling down again as quickly as it had come, "Sonic" I giggled to myself before snapping back to reality, the real winter wind, trying to prevent me from getting home.

"Finally" I murmured as I came round to my street, "Just at the other end offff!! AH!"

Thud,
"Stupid rain, stupid puddles!" I whined as I attempted to rise, not succeeding, and letting out a little grunt as slouched back onto the wet ground,

"Stupid weather" I mumbled into my jacket, as I finally managed to arise from the floor, wiping at my dress in an attempt to get some of the mud off, but quickly giving up, upon realising there really was no point.

I looked around to make sure no one had seen my embarrassing falter, luckily no one appeared to have seen me, sighing in relief I continued towards my now rather cosy looking house, although i could have sworn some one was watching me.

Don't worry it gets a lot more exciting later o, i just wanted to set the scene :D