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A.J. Sirkis: Woot! My second fanfic! I really hope you enjoy, and please review if you can.

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'Blah' Thoughts

Chapter 1

Amasha squinted ahead to better her vision of the air port below her descending flight. Feeling her ears pop, she yawned to help her ears adjust to the altitude again. Finally she felt the huge commercial airline roar to a stop in front of the out stretched terminal. Amasha's curious hazel green eyes scanned down her window to see the many men hurrying to ready the luggage off of the plane. "Finally!" Said her father to her right, "I thought we would never land." Amasha smiled up at her father, "Well at least we made it?" Considering one of the engines were failing over the pacific on the way to Florida. The older man simply chuckled, "I bet your grandmother is anxious to see you." He said taking out the carry- on bags from the compartment above the seats. He handed Amasha her black sling pack and waited for an opening in the packed aisle. "Yeah, I can't wait to see her too!"

Before they had to move Amasha took out a small black hair tie and grabbed the bit of her hair on the back of her head and tied it in a spiky rat-tail. She moved a bit of the bangs that hung on the sides of her eyes. She ignored the awkward glances from the other passengers, 'So what if I' am gothic, you don't like it, don't look.' She thought while glaring at some preppy looking girls that passed by. Turning her attention back to her pixy cut, hair doo which was a mess from falling asleep. She tamed it a bit with a comb and was satisfied when she finally had it the way she liked it. She was starting to notice that her hair was beginning to fade back to dirty blonde after having it died black; she thought that it would last longer than that. 'Damn crappy hair die.' She thought looking back at her bangs.

Sighing, she took her father's arm as they squeezed into the aisle. After the flight attendant gave her polite good bye to them at the door of the plane, they started to walk down the long terminal. To Amasha it seemed like it was never ending; she has been wanting to see her grandmother for so long, now that they were finally in Florida… everything seemed like it was taking forever. As soon as they made it out of the gruelingly long terminal, Amasha started to look for her grandmother instantly. They were squished between all of the other passengers, so it was a little bit hard. It was almost claustrophobic between all of the annoying tourists. Babies were crying, people were arguing, and everyone just thought it was ok to just stand in the middle of the terminal doors. This was becoming way to aggravating for Amasha's father Dennis, "I can't take it anymore!" he groaned as he yanked Amasha out of the crowd and onto the tiled walkway in the middle of all of the terminals.

Amasha took a deep breath and shook her head disapprovingly up at her tempered father. "Hot head." She mumbled. Dennis's deep blue eyes gleamed, "Well, you wonder where you get it from sometimes." Amasha pouted, "I guess you're right." She said thorough pursed black lips. "Welcome to Florida!" Said a feminine/elderly voice from behind them, "Grandma!" Amasha rushed to her grandmother with open arms. "Oh ho!" Grandma Diana chuckled taking her precious granddaughter in her arms. Grandma Diana smelt of white diamonds perfume and her skin was as soft and as gentle as silk. Her fragile arms made a loving sanctuary for Amasha and always will. Amasha pulled back from the hug to take a look at her gentle but aging blue eyes. "I love what you did with your hair grandma!" Said Amasha happily, a slight blush came across Diana's cheeks and she smiled, "Why thank you dear." She said giggling slightly. Amasha loved what she was wearing! She had on a red dress with a silver necklace that held a huge pendant of the wiccan pentagram. She also wore pentagram earrings to match.

Grandma Diana's family descended from a great line of witchdoctors and Celtic Pagans. Diana was raised upon these practices, and will one day die as a devoted witch. Amasha was slowly starting to walk in her grandmother's footsteps, every reunion she had with her grandmother Diana… she hoped to learn more of the wiccan way. Diana gave a warm smile to her son and called him over, "Come here Dennis, I've missed you so much since you moved up to Ohio." Amasha watched her father and her beloved grandmother embrace each other humbly. 'As much as my father doesn't want to admit it… he really missed grandma.' She sighed and smiled thoughtfully. The family knew grandma Diana was going to die soon… she was struggling with the fight for breast cancer, and it was slowly starting to overcome her. Just thinking about it was making Amasha want to cry. But she closed her eyes and took in a long ragged breath to calm herself down and smile.

"Well, we ought to get going before it starts to get dark; you never want to be wandering about in the bayous at night. Ya never know if them gators decide to get roused up." She said chuckling, taking out a small pouch from her purse. She handed it to Amasha, "I bought something for you Mash." Amasha gleamed with excitement, "Really grandma, what is it?" Amasha took the small blue and gold pouch; it jingled from the little bell in the front. Amasha put it around her neck and beamed up at her grandmother again. "Thank you grandma, what is in it?" she looked at it again and started to open it. Diana smiled wide and remembered her reaction, "It is your first pengalum Amasha. I had it made for you, hand crafted out of crystal and real shards of gold." Amasha gasped as she pulled out the beautiful crystal pengelum. It was clear crystal that had what looked like a small tornado of gold shards in the middle. It was held together by a small gold chain, as it sparkled in the light. "I hope you use it well, and charge it with plenty of positive energy!" Her grandmother said happy to see Amasha so thankful for her gift. "Oh thank you, thank you grandma!" Amasha hugged her again, "It's beautiful, and I love it!" Dennis couldn't help but smile too, "Well like you said mom, we ought to get going." He said while he picked up his carry- on bag. They both nodded and headed out to get their luggage, and they would finally begin to head out to the bayous.

A couple of hours later, her grandmother led them into a swamp filled area and followed a deserted dirt road. Amasha looked out the window and admired at how the trees were so droopy and creepy looking. She gushed when she saw some bats flying over head. Bats were her favorite animal in the world. "Look dad!" she exclaimed pointing out of the window. "I see that." He said looking out as well, "Amasha, what kind are they?" she thought for a moment and saw the color and the size of them and knew right away what kind they were; "They are fruit bats!" Diana nodded while chuckling, "Very good, you haven't lost your touch have you dear?" Amasha sighed happily, "Never."

Diana reached an area where it looked like there was a dock and a garage. She pushed a button on the visor and one of the four garage doors opened for her to drive into and park her impala. They got out of the car and gathered their things and headed out to the dock. There waiting at the old looking dock, was a huge airboat. "Come on children of the corn." Exclaimed Diana as she jumped onto back seat of the boat as if it were no problem. "She still has a little bit of jump left in her huh?" Dennis mumbled over his shoulder over to Amasha, "I don't think she will ever lose that adventurous side of her." Replied Amasha, shaking her head knowingly; Dennis got onto the second seat below Diana and Amasha sat at the bow of the boat like she always did as a kid. It was hard to believe now that she was nineteen. 'Oh how the years fly.' She thought sadly remembering high school. It was fun, but not as fun as visiting grandma Diana! With a roar, the airboat started and they were off into the swamp followed by grandma's echoing "YEE HAW!"

After about thirty minutes, they reached a river looking bank. It was dark, and fireflies lit their way down the enchanting waterway. All along the trees were paper lanterns that streamed all the way down the canal. Soon enough, rising out from the canopied trees, you could see an old, gothic looking mansion. Amasha was so happy to be here! Everything about grandma's place was inviting to her, and all of the things she could do would be endless when it comes to her religion. Out here she can be herself with no strings attached. "Well, we're here!" Diana shouted over the roar of the fan behind her. When the airboat finally shut off and was tied off, they began to load their things up to grandma's tall iron gates. Grandma said a spell from under breath and waved her hand, and the gates slowly creaked open. Amasha was always in complete amazement about what magick could do (in the Wiccan religion magic is spelt magick). The possibilities were endless at grandma's house! Dennis just waltzed in like it wasn't such a big deal since he was raised around all of this. He could do some pretty crazy stuff when it came to spells and predicting the future. That is where Amasha gets her abilities from. Amasha is an extreme medium, and she is prone to have premonitions in her dreams or while she was awake. She could also read minds… well… she tries sometimes but she fails every now and then; she is still learning after all.

They followed Diana into the huge mansion and didn't bother to push the door shut. "Amasha?" her grandmother stopped and asked, "Let's see if you can shut the door with your wand." Amasha nodded and took her wand out from its strap on her thigh and pointed it at the eight foot high door in front of her. She closed her eyes and charged her wand with forceful energy, and then she flicked her wrist. The door shut. "Good job!" Diana practically jumped for joy, "You're getting much, much better!" Amasha smiled sweetly and giggled, "Very good job Amasha!" her father patted her on the head and beamed proudly down at his daughter. Amasha felt praised enough so she put her wand away and continued toward the large stairway leading up to the second, third, and fourth floor. "Wait Amasha." Diana said warningly, edging her to listen to her heed. Amasha turned around to look at her grandmother. "Listen here" she warned pointing her finger at her, "I forbid you to go anywhere near the attic while you're here… do you understand?" Amasha cocked her head to the side, "What's up there?" she asked curiously, "And why can't I go up? I always go up there when I' m here?" Her grandmother put her hands on her hips, "Because I said so, now go find a room and come on down after you get dressed, dinner will be ready soon." Amasha nodded, "Yes ma'am." Dennis followed behind her, "Now Amasha" he began, "You heard what your grandmother told you right?" Amasha groaned, "Yeah, I know dad, "stay away from the attic" I know I heard her." Dennis scuffled up her hair before she went into a suite room, "No need to get an attitude, just want you to be ok that's all." Amasha didn't quite get what he was saying, why would she not be safe to go up into the attic? Maybe there was a ghost that didn't approve of guests that just decided to visit? She shrugged her shoulders and flopped down on her king size bed. "I missed this place." She muttered to herself as she sunk into the mattress. 'Well, I better start getting ready.' She affirmed as she opened one of her Emily the Strange duffle bags. She rummaged through all of her Tripp pants and Tripp shirts with all of the rest of her drool and gothic attire. She was happy when she found a Tripp dress that came down to her knees. It had Black lace on the bottom and on the short sleeves. It had red ribbon lacing in the middle that tied into a bow on the top. She wore fishnet stockings and black flat shoes to go with it. She then put on her spiked collar and checked herself in the mirror. Her white powder was starting to come off and so was her black lipstick. She got out her makeup and lined her eyes with black eyeliner and patted her face with ghostly white powder. She topped everything off by layering her lips again with her glossy black lipstick. She grabbed her spider earrings and put them on before putting her hair up into a rat-tail. She decided to take off her piercings for this occasion because her grandmother didn't really approve of them that much. She took off the four hoop earrings on her cartilage on both sides and the industrial bars going down in the middle of both of them. She then took off the one ring on her right eyebrow and her snake bites on her bottom lip. Finally she was done, 'Time to head down stairs.' she thought just before she heard Jamison, the butler, chime the dinner bell.

After dinner, Diana showed Amasha some of her books to study while she was here to better her spells. After that she kissed everyone goodnight, including the ghoulish looking Jamison who smiled shyly when he received a small kiss on the cheek. Amasha lay back onto her pillow and stared up at the canopy of the bed. She was still curious about what was in the attic. But she wouldn't dare go against her grandmother's orders. So all she could do was wonder as she drifted to sleep.