BitterSweet

Chapter 5: Smile

Amy didn't know where to start. How did one talk to someone who didn't want to talk back. She sighed giving it another hard thought. How could she possible approach someone? Who could she approach? She sighed again scratching her head and looked at the juice box in her hand.

It was harder than Sonic made it sound. She looked around her classroom. There were a lot of students talking to one another, getting ready to head home. A girl, in front of Amy, stood next to her desk waiting for her friend to pick up her books off the desk and go. Amy took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"Hurry! Hurry! Or we'll miss him!" She said, hastily looking out the window.

"I'm going!" The girl on the chair said zipping her bag shut. "There! Let's go!"

Amy wasn't able to speak. She sighed and placed her chin on the palm of her hand. Today just wasn't her day. As always. Amy picked up her items off the desk and stood up. Her head turned slightly and caught something out the window. Below her, Sonic and his group of friends stood by a bench talking and laughing.

"Oh," Amy said faintly, seeing why the girls were in such a rush to get going. It was Sonic they wanted to see.

She watched as Sonic laughed as one of his friends spoke. Then he opened his mouth. As he spoke the rest surrounded him with indulging smiles. Amy couldn't help but smile too.

How he made friends so easily was unknown to her, but she understood why everyone would want to be around him. Considering no one but her probably knew his bad side personality, he wore a confident smile on his face at school which made him approachable. All she had to do was smile too.

Amy turned her head away and stared down at the juice before her. Even after he gave her advice, she wasn't able to follow it correctly. She tried smiling at her fellow classmates, but they stared at her as if she was a weird stranger. She was such a letdown. She didn't even deserve this juice from him. Probably a pity gift from him anyway, she thought.

She turned around with her bag behind her back and left the juice box on her desk and exited the room. Just as she left through, a brown chipmunk entered the room.

"Excuse me,"

She huffed and puffed looking around the room and spotted a notebook on the front desk. She rushed to it and grabbed it.

"Yes! It's still here," She said but then saw a juice box sitting at the middle corner desk near the window. She stared at it and recalled a pink hedgehog in her class that sat there. She snapped her fingers remembering that she had left through the door seconds ago.

Amy stepped down the stairs and onto the first floor. She was going to turn around the corner when she heard someone call out.

"Hey wait! Pinky!"

Amy turned her head and up the stairs a chipmunk stood there panting. She grinned when Amy turned and she made her way down the stairs.

Amy's eye lids batted and she pointed at herself confused.

"You forgot this," She lifted her hand with the juice.

"Oh," Amy muttered.

The girl exhaled and fixed her body posture. Amy took the juice and her body stiffened. It was her chance. Amy bowed her head. "Thank you!"

The girl laughed while covering her mouth. Her laugh was pleasant to Amy's ears. Soft like an angel's and elegant like a royal lady, that's what she was. Amy knew a bit about her, but never had she talked to her. Amy looked at her in awe and the girl stared back.