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Also, this whole story is mostly Amy's POV (will include some of the other ppl POV) but this is mostly AMY ROSE ONL...
Today was Friday. The day of my concert. I was a bit nervous but I just woke up and I don't want to start my day off looking like a hulagoon, so I beautified myself and got dressed.
This was my outfit...
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But when my concert starts, I'ma have on this pretty, fitted dress and I'll look so sexy.
I went downstairs and saw Sonic and the others still sleep in their sleeping bags that they brought on Wednesday, when they first arrived.
I smiled and headed to the kitchen, where Averie was busy making pancakes and sausage.
"Y'know... I got to know that Shadow guy. He's pretty cute. Why'd you choose Sonic over that real man?" Averie laughed.
I shot her a look. "Sonic was a jerk to me back then, but he explained why and now I think I can accept. Plus, if I didn't forgive him...
He wouldn't forgive himself for the rest of life. Plus, I know how to forgive and forget more easily now than back then." I explained to her.
She nodded and continued making her pancakes.
I sat down at the table and began to scroll through my phone.
I was getting a bunch of hate from the past week because people claimed I forcefully f***ed a dude and people claim I'm a prostitute and want to prostitute other people.
I don't care about it though... Cause it never was true and never will be true.
Once Averie was done cooking, she handed me my plate and sat down next to me with hers.
"Look Amy... You're an independent, strong, faithful young hedgie! You can't let them talk s*** about you when they don't know s*** bout you! Stand up for yourself!" Averie encouraged me.
I only nodded slowly and began to think about what she said while eating.
Once I finished eating, I put my plate in the sink and went to my room.
I began writing a song. It was a song full of power, love, strength, and bravery.
It was an amazing and I already had an idea of what type of beat I want to go with the lyrics.
I rehearsed the song multiple times, making any additional changes I needed to, and when I finished, I admired my work.
I was about to walk out my room, but I got surprised by an arm that blocked the door way.
