She was normal. That was until her whole life changed.
It's funny how one thing can set your whole life of track. How if one little thing had happened differently, things right now wouldn't be the same.
Amelia was 16. Her and her mother Dianna had just moved to New York. She didn't want to move. Everything she knew was there, her friends, cousins, school and her dad, they were all in Washington. "I don't see why we had to move. Nothing was wrong with the house back home." She told her mother as she helpped move boxes into thier new place. A three bedroom brownstone in Manhattan. ther was a store down the street, and so many neighbors. It was much different then her old house in Washington. There, there was no one for at least a good three New York blocks. "That place isn't home. This is our home, now." Dianna replied. Amelia knew if she retorted with a snide comment it would only lead to an argument. That's the last thing she needed right then. If she could've she would have moved in with her dad, he already said she could if she evr wanted to. He said that she didn't even have to ask, that it was her home too. But her mom was granted coustity after the divorce. She took some boxes that were labled AMELIA'S ROOM and brought them into the room that was so unframiliar to her. What would be her room until she went to college, she assumed. She looked around. There was a window with a fire escape. The walls were white, dull white. Amelia felt as if she were moiving into a prison cell. But instead of a cell mate it would be her mom. She knew nothing there would be like home, but she would try her best to make it like home, the most she could any way. She put the boxes down and went over the the window. Looking out she saw the busy streets of her new city. Cars stuck in trafic, people hussling to get to their different destinations. Everything was different. She had to adjust to a new life, in a new city, and make new friends. She felt like she was living in a nightmare. She walked into what would soon be the living room, and grabbed another box. Dianna asked if she wanted to go out to eat, or order in. Since she wasn't in the mood to meet new people or 'explore' her new surroundings, she said that they could order in.
Amelia was unpacking random boxes in the white room. Dianna came in, "Hey, the food is here. I was kind of thinking we could talk about you starting your new school while eating in the living room. What do you think?" She tried to reason with her daughter. "You don't want to know what I'm thinking." Amelia said, more to herseelf than to her mother. "Yes, sweety, I do." her mom insisted. "Fine." the younger girl put the books she was unpacking, down. "I don't want to talk about my new school, because I don't want to go to a new school... I could have lived with dad, but you insisted on bringing me here, to hell, with you. I don't want to be here. I want to be home. And did you even think about how this move would effect me? No you didn't. If you did, I'd be unpacking at dad's house. Not here. That's what I'm thinking. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She was so mad. Mad at her mom for moving her, mad at herself for not being able to control her anger, and mad about the stupid white walls. She needed to get out of there. "I'm going out, don't wait up." with that Amelia brushed passed her mother and left the brownstone that was her jail, until she could get out of there.
'Maybe I could just run away?' She thought. No. She couldn't worry her father like that. Imancipation maybe? She didn't quit know but she couldnt stay with her mom anymore. She couldn't be the only grown one in the barely-there mother daughter connection they had. Dianna just ran when things got hard. She needed to grow up. Amelia had to grow up too fast. She had to deal with her parents divorce at age 9. Then the custody battle at the same time, but that lasted until she was 11. With her parents' constant fighting, she had to raise herself. The fighting got so bad, at one point it had become physical. Her mother had thrown a vase at his head when he had gone to see her. It was such a surprise that her dad didn't get her.
As she wandered through the streets of her new world. Different lay-out, different buildings. It didn't feel like home. Until she walked in front of this tall building. The 16th precinct. Now she felt like home.