"Sonikku!~" The pink hedgehog cries.
"Amy, leave me alone!" Sonic yelled at Amy.
Amy than tripped over a rock and felled face first into some mud. Sonic doesn't notice and continued to run, until Amy couldn't see him anymore.
"Sonic..." She begins to tear up, before crying completely. "Why doesn't he love me?"
"...You really want to know?" A mysterious voice, yet it was easily feminine. Amy looked at the shadowy figure. "Sonic's what 18? And you're 12."
"So?" Amy said.
"Think about it. If Sonic married you while you are 12...It'll make him look creepy marrying a little girl." She said.
Amy was about to object, when she realized it. "You're right..." Amy began tearing up, before out right crying.
The figure approached her, with the figure of a wolf or fox. "I will help you..."
Traci was very happy to be accepted to her favorite school in Tokyo, but the cost of living was more than her scholarship would cover unless she wanted to eat just once a day. She hoped the new job at a maid cafe in Akihabara called "Buttons" would work out so she could see the rest of the country when she wasn't studying. Traci was about five foot six inches with a average body and blond hair. When
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“Umm, thanks?” I squeak as I walk out of the bus. The door closes quickly behind me as I exit, and with that, the bus shoots off to its next destination.
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