Unknown Identity: Chapter 1-Past and Present
A young girl walked down the streets of Central, her messy black hair was tied down into a low ponytail and her dark teal eyes shone in the afternoon sun as she stared up at the sky. Her name was Amelia Hughes. She was 21 years old and the adopted daughter of Gracia and Maes Hughes. Maes had adopted her when she was fourteen. Amelia had no idea where she had come from, who her real family was. She was found on the street by the police and had been taken to an orphanage and had been there, until that day...
Amelia at age fourteen was sitting in a corner of the room, staring out the window at the people passing by. Her face was covered with dirt and her hair was in a tangled knot. She had mostly given up on life. While other children took baths and ate food and brushed their hair, she would sit in her corner all day. She was skinny and underweight from not eating. She wore torn and baggy clothes and her eyes, those which used to be so full of life as a child, were lifeless.
That day, a tall, around twenty year old man with sleek black hair and glasses, walked into the orphanage, saying he wanted to adopt a little girl.
"Alright girls line up! We have a visitor!" the head of the orphanage said. All of the girls ran over, most dressed in jumpers and shoes, and lined up in front of the door. Amelia just stayed in her corner. "You can come in Mr. Hughes..." Hughes stepped inside the large room and looked over all of the girls in front of him. All of the girls looked up at him with large toothy grins. Hughes looked up and saw Amelia in the corner.
"What about her?" he asked.
"That's Amelia sir..." one of the girls said. "She doesn't talk to anyone...she just sits there day and night...if you ask me it's just real strange..."
"Hmm..." Hughes said. He walked over to Amelia and squatted down slightly so her met her eye level. Amelia looked over at him. "How'd you like to come home with me Amelia?" he asked.
"M-me sir?" Amelia stuttered as if surprised. Hughes nodded. "I-it isn't any kind of joke...is it?" she asked.
"Nope...no jokes here..." Hughes said with a smile.
"A-alright..." Amelia said.
Hughes held out his hand to her. "Come on...let's get you out of here..." he said. Amelia cautiously took his hand and stood up out of the chair. The last thing she remembered walking out of the orphanage was looking back and seeing everyone whispering to each other how she had been picked out of all of them.
Over the years Amelia regained the life and energy she had had as a child. She had been brought back to heath and regained her lost weight. Hughes had married a woman named Gracia and a year later they had a little girl whom they named Elicia.
Now the 21 year old would run errands for Gracia and when she didn't have anything to do she would explore other parts of Central she hadn't seen yet. Now she was on her way home, carrying two bags of groceries for Gracia. Suddenly someone knocked into her, making her fall over as thinks in the bag came spilling out all over the place.
"I'm sorry, here let me help pick everything up..." the person said. She could tell it was a man. She looked up to see...
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OOC: Srry it's so short! The other chapters will be longer -