Chapter One: Welcome To The Family
Rosetta Amelia Stonemason. Ever since her mother first called her Amy, she has been living along the name, telling everyone only that- Amy. If you asked for her name, she would tell you Amy, just that and never anything longer nor shorter. She was mostly hidden in the crowds back in New Jersey where she lived with her older step-sister, Miley, who was twenty-three years old. Her older step-brother, Matthew, who was twenty, almost twenty-one, started to take care of her in London when Miley had to go back to college. In London she made the high honor role list, being the smartest student in the school, but was moved to New York where her older sister, who was nineteen years old, took care of her, and ever since her mother died, she has bounced around from one sibling to another, from family to family, never staying for more than a year. Finally she goes off to Beacon Hills where her father would take care of her as he just got out of prison due to him having to have robbed a bank. Although, Amy has been doubting herself to move with her father due to him beating her repeatedly, which no one had found out about. Making the decision, Amy decided that it wouldn't hurt, or at least she hoped it wouldn't hurt, to move to Beacon Hills, California to live with him for another year since she was seventeen years old.
"You're more beautiful than I remember." Her father hugged her, his left hand on her golden blonde hair as he right hand was on her back, him smiling at her.
"You look the same." Amy exclaimed as she looked at his same old face, the same haircut that he always had with the same dress code that he followed.
"Last time I saw you, you were just eight years old with dark brown hair, but you still have those baby blue eyes that you got from your mother." Her father asked as he took Amy's bag, putting it in the trunk as he came back to look at Amy.
"From my mother." Amy whispered as she looked down at her feet before getting into the jeep, trying to forget what he said.
"You'll fall to pieces when you see Beacon Hills." Her father told her as he got in the other side of the jeep, looking for his keys.
"What's it like?" Amy asked as she looked ahead of her at the families walking to and from the airport.
"There's a hospital, a school, and plenty of woods it seems. My cellmate, McQuire, told me how his grandson lived in Beacon Hills, describing it to him when he sent him a letter every week. He recommended that once I got, I should keep you in Beacon Hills just until you turn eighteen." Her father described to her as she played with her fingers, her hands laying on her Shea Cutout Halter Fit Flare dress, matching her Nolan Blk Silky black high heels, which were her favorite kinds of high heels.
"Sounds beautiful." She simply replied as he pulled away from the side of the airport, driving towards the main road as he glanced once or twice over at Amy who looked out the window.
"You'll have friends instantly with those looks." Her father commented, staring her body, almost like he was checking her out, but looked away when she looked at him.
"That's not what I want." Amy replied as she brushed her golden blonde hair out her eyes and behind her ear before turning to look out the window again.
"What do you want?" Her father soon grew frustrated as she rejected all his ideas on what she wanted.
"To have my mother back. To live back in Florida with her." Amy shouted the first sentence out at her father, then calming down with the second sentence, barely saying it.
As her father kept himself quiet, he pulled into a driveway that soon caught the attention of a brick house, the size looking like it had five floors, not including the basement or the attic. Once the car fully stopped, Amy opened her door, one foot following the other as she got out of the car, staring at the balcony on the third floor, the porch in the back yard, the porch in the front yard, and who knows what else was awaiting upon her arrival for her to see.
Walking inside, she saw a spiral staircase that went up to a book room, just like library, only a little larger than the average library. Coming back down from the book room, she walked past the kitchen, going into the main entrance where two grand staircases laid on each side of the room, meeting in the middle where a bridge-like floor was sitting, leading into a variety of rooms. Checking out the bottom floor, she found the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, a hallway that led to the pool room, seven bedrooms, a staircase down to the basement, and three bathrooms. Going up to the second floor, she saw ten bedrooms, a staircase leading down to the garage, four bathrooms, another kitchen that was leading into a backroom where the storage was kept, and a staircase that went up to the next floor. Upon the third floor waited seventeen bedrooms, an art room, a music room, a storage room, a private room, an office, two closets, and a door leading up to a hide away room. Reaching the fourth floor, she found eleven bedrooms, three offices, four bathrooms, a small library, an exercise room, and a play room. Finally getting to the fifth floor, she discovered a staircase leading to the attic, three bedrooms, five bathrooms, a study, a computer room, and a quiet room that held a few books, a couple notebooks, and sections that were rooms to study in. When she finished her journey, she decided on a bedroom on the fifth floor where the walls were painted a light blue, two dressers were connected together under five shelves, a bookcase where there were dozens of books, a queen size bed, a TV put in the corner with a couch and a table in front of it, a walk-in closet, a lock on the door, a mirror hanging above the TV, a desk where you could study, two tables on the opposite sides of the bed, against the wall, a lamp hanging over the bookcase where a beanbag was sitting, a white carpet where all the furniture sat upon, and, the best part of the room, her favorite part, a balcony that could fit ten people.
"That's my favorite part, too." Her father appeared behind her as he set her bag down next to her queen sized bed.
"How'd you know?" Amy asked him as she fell against the bed, looking up at her father as he gave a small smile before leaning against the wall.
"Everyone loves the balcony." He said, staring at the window like it was all he could think about at the moment, his eyes giving a sudden sparkle.
"How could you afford this?" She asked him, unsure of how he would answer as she saw him fumble with his words.
"When I was seven, my mother told me, 'If you save this one hundred dollar bill, and continue to save, you'll be able to afford a house big enough to serve one million elephants.' Now, I know this doesn't look like it could serve a room for each of the one million elephants, but it's big enough for us." He described, going back into his memories as he quoted his mother word for word.
"First the first time in my life, even though I'd swear to never say it, I love you." She whispered as she got off the bed, hugging her father as he hugged her back, his nose smelling her hair as he whispered back, "I love you, too."
