So, I've been meaning to write this for a while. Just never really got to it till now. Hope ya'll like it
"So, what are you wanting for your birthday?" the girl sitting across from me at the table asks. I look up from the salad in front of me.
"I have no idea, why?" I ask, looking back down at the leafy lunch and take a bite.
"It's coming up soon, right?" I shrug.
"Yeah, so are exams though," I look back up at her, "for my birthday I want to ace my exams," I tell her.
She sighs, "I'll help you study, but what tangible object do you want?"
"I really don't care," I say, looking back down at my empty salad bowl. Looking across the table, I notice her half eaten cheese pizza, "you going to eat that?" I ask, pointing to the pizza.
"Sure," she slides the Styrofoam plate to my side and I start eating. She stares at my face.
"What?" I ask, staring back at her. She blinks a few times, her brown eyes leaving my face to look at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"What exams are you worried about?" she asks, looking back at me.
"German, math, and maybe history, why?" I respond.
She shrugs, "just curious," she says.
"Right," I say, deciding not to comment on how much bull that was. I take another bite of pizza just as the bell rings, telling us that we need to start the long trek to our 6th period class.
"Thanks for waiting," my friend says as she walks over to my locker as I put in my books. I turn to her as she stops and slides her backpack onto her back.
"No problem," I tell her as I close the door and pick up my violin case. We start walking down the emptying hallways towards the back entrance of the school.
"Can you drop me off at my house?" she asks. I shrug as we stop in front of the bright yellow Ford Focus that is my car.
"Sure," I tell her with a smile as I hop into the black leather interior of the car. Amelia gets in on the other side.
"Thanks," she says, giving me a thankful smile.
"No problem."
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"You needed help with German, right?" Amelia asks as she sits down next to me at the table with numerous papers.
"For the last time, yes," I tell her. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Have to make sure, especially for your birthday," she says with a not so innocent smirk.
"Ok, what did you get me?" I ask, leaning forward on the wooden surface. She clucks her tongue.
"You'll see when it gets here," she says with a laugh. I straighten up.
"And that will be…" I trail off as the doorbell rings.
"Now," Amelia stands up and runs to the door. I get up and follow her.
"Delivery for Ashlyn Blake," an ecstatic voice says.
"That would be her," Amelia says as I stand in front of the open door. Standing on the porch is a fairly tall, brunet guy. Though my eyes had time to assess the guy's good looks, they were drawn to the huge, wooden crate that was standing behind him.
"Oh, you need to sign this then," my eyes return to the guy as he hands me a clipboard and a pen. I quickly sign the delivery paper and hand it back to him. He puts the clipboard on top of the large crate and hands a smaller one to me.
"So where do you want this?" he asks, rolling the crate into the hall.
"In there is fine," I gesture to the sitting room. The guy rolls the crate the few feet and leaves it in the room.
"Well, I hope you have a nice day, Miss Blake," he says, holding out his hand.
"You too, and Lynn is fine," I say with a smile and shake his hand. He nods and turns to shake Amelia's hand, then leaves. I turn to Amelia, who is staring at the box with a strange expression. She turns to me, her eyes flashing and a crazy grin on her face.
"Open it," she says, handing me the small box. I open it and take out a manual.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt," I read, turning the pages of the manual.
"So that's the one they sent," Amelia says over my shoulder. I jump slightly.
"Huh?"
"I told them to send one that speaks German, thought they would have sent the Swiss," she says, taking the manual from my hands. A small envelope falls from the manual and I pick it up.
"Looks like we won something," I tell her, looking over the paper.
"Well, shit," she says, looking at the paper, than me, "we just won the whole set."
"Amelia, what did you order?" I ask. She shrugs.
"I ordered you a unit, though, now its units," she says before opening the manual again, "now go bake me some strudel."
"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She holds up a finger, "one, I'm hungry," she holds up a second finger, "two, I want to see you get ninja jumped."
"Such a great friend," I say sarcastically as I walk to the kitchen to make her food.
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"Your strudel is done," I tell a sleeping Amelia. Letting out a sigh, I slam my free hand onto the table in front of her head. She shoots up, looking around in a slight daze.
"Wha?" she says, yawning.
"Food, now what?" I ask, placing the pastry in front of her. She grabs the plate and walks to the sitting room. She places the plate in front of the box and goes off to stand in the hall. I follow her and lean on the wall facing the sitting room.
"So, what's supposed to happen?" I ask, looking at her. Amelia gives me a sly grin.
"Just wait," she says, I let out a sigh and walk into the kitchen to clean up. Amelia follows me and sits back down at the table, not turning her back to the hallway.
"You can at least help me clean up," I tell her, tossing her a dish rag. She pouts, but goes to the sink and starts cleaning dishes.
"I would watch your back," she says.
I roll my eyes and just as I turn to respond, something knocks me over. I hear a dull thump and feel a sharp pain in my head as it hits the marble floor. Black dots swarm my vision as I hear a strange laugh and Amelia cursing. Soon that fades as the dots grow and I fall into unconsciousness.