Rain. Since she was a child, Amelia had loved the rain. Despite all the thunder and thick, damp air, rain was her favorite weather. It gives to the earth and all life. Whenever it rained, she would curl up on the window to watch as the pounding rain make the swing in the yard rock to and fro as if the princess of rain was playing, wearing her silver dress that shined through the dark.
Amelia's mother, Lolita, poked her head out of the kitchen to see her daughter in her usual spot. She smiled and shook her head before returning to the kitchen. A moment later, she returned with three plates that bore lunch, Amelia's father, Hannibal, following closely behind. her mother sat on the window with her and her father pulled up a chair and the watched the rain with the intensity that many watched television.
And this was how it had been since she was a child. Many silent gestures of affection and a physical link that couldn't be denied. Amelia had inherited the Lecter blue eyes from her father, the black hair from her mother, the curl as a recessive gene from her father, and her lithe, curvy form from her mother. This summer, Amelia would turn 14, an awkward age for everyone, but no other to be fourteen year old of 1979 could have understood what Amelia would see.
A/N: I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been a good girl and kept track of the years. Personally, I would have liked to either make it in the present or back in the 50's and 60's, but or the sanity of the reader, I'll do my research on this too. -- Happy? Anyway, this is the first part. I'll try to write some during biology or something since you could get away with a bloody murder in that class, okay? I risk my grade for you!!