Hey everyone!

This is the very first chapter of my very first story. Pleeeeease go easy on me!

So, here you go.

Sonic: Am I in it?

Me: Well of course! I've never written a story without you being in it! Except there was that one time when I wrote about something else...

Sonic: Say WHAT?

Me: N-NEVER MIND! Tehe...Let's begin the story!

- Sonamy: Return -

Beep! Beep! Beep! The pink alarm clock blared into the pink hedgehog's ears. She groaned, pulling her covers over her head and smushing her face into a blue pillow. Beep! Beep! Beep! It just wouldn't shut up!

"Amy! Get your butt down here!"

Amy sighed. She didn't have a choice now. Lazily, she threw off her blankets and trudged her way downstairs. Once the drowzy hedgehog had reached the bottom of the stairwell, a very unappealing face greeted her with an ugly scowl.

"Amy! I've been calling your ugly name for a whole 10 seconds! I need for you to do my hair and my make-up," the golden hedgehog demanded, "I'm an absolute disaster at the moment and even though you are dreadful at doing touch-ups, your all I have to do it. Oh, how I wish your smarter and prettier step-sisters were here to do it instead of being at their modeling jobs!"

Amy frowned. "Good morning to you too...," she muttered under her breath.

The grouchy woman eyed her carefully with suspicion. "What was that?" she threatened. Amy shook her head quickly, the ragged, short, pink quils that hung down the side of her head slapping against her face. "Nothing. Here, let me get your brush..."

The old lady grabbed Amy's hand as the pink hedgehog reached for the brush and brought it up to her face. "That sounded like sas to me and you know how I feel about sas." The woman brought out a ruler made out of metal.

"Put your hand on the table."

Amy gasped, terrified. "No...please..."

"NOW."

Reluctantly, Amy layed her trembling palm on the table in front of her. SMACK! The ruler slapped against the back of her gloved hand. Tears prickled in Amy's eyes as she felt the sting on her hand.

"Now," the woman said, "Do my hair. Make me beautiful."

Twenty minutes later, Amy ran up to her bedroom, locked the door, and collapsed on her bed, sobbing. "Why is Stacy so mean to me? Why do step-mom's have to be so hurtful?"

Carefully, Amy slid the gold ring around her wrist up her arm in order to remove the top part of her glove. She had to see the injury her step-mom had inflicted upon her. A deep, purple-ish bruse lay in the spot where she had been whacked. Amy winced at the sight before putting her glove and her ring back in place. Then she looked over at her dresser to see a small picture frame next to her alarm clock. In the picture, a small, pink, and smiling hedgehog in an orange dress and purple shoes stood doing the peace sign in front of a pretty, white hedgehog and a handsome, red hedgehog. Amy sighed sadly. It had been eight years since her mother had died, therefore turning her father corrupt.

Amy sighed again. "One day...One day something will happen. One day, I will be free of this place and I will finally get back at Stacy for all the years she had made me suffer!" The pink hedgehog pumped her fist into the air. "You hear me! I'm gonna be free one day! Just you wait and see!"

Well? How was that? Did you like it?

I'm sorry my writing isn't very good. I'm a terrible writer. :'(

Sonic: I thought you said I would be in it!

Me: You will! You just need to have patience!

Sonic: Ugh! *pouts*

Me: *rolls eyes*

Review please! :)