Hello, hello, hello. I'm back! Retro mania contacted and requested this fic to be made. I have two disclaimers; One, this story happens eight years after the WAYBAC incident. Two, this story deals with serious racial discrimination. Now that we have that out of the way. ON TO THE STORY!
Amy watched as the hilly terrain of North Carolina faded dully past her. She and her parents had decided to move after her dad was given a promotion. At first, Amy was angry. Angry that she wouldn't be able to see her friends anymore, angry that it was so sudden, angry that she had no say in the argument. Now, she was just bored, she was too exhausted with brooding over the surprise move.
"Mom, can I have my water?" Amy asked the seat in front of her.
"Of course sweetie." Her mom, Debra, reached back and gave Amy her water bottle.
"Thanks." Amy said dully. Her mom gave her a worried glance, obviously noticing her daughters dejectedness.
"Amy... I know you miss your friends, but think of this as a chance to make new friends." Debra said with a small smile. Amy knew this was just an attempt to cheer her up," And besides, you can always Skype them." Amy gave up on giving her parents a hard time and pulled a fake smile onto her face.
"You're right mom." Amy lied.
"So you'll be taking classes at Worthington High." Her mom reminded her. Amy, of course, remembered.
"And no matter what happens, remember to stay strong." Her mom looked at her with a steely gaze.
"Understood." Amy nodded. She knew what her mom was saying, but why, she did not know. We're in the twenty-first century for pete's sake.
"Well, we'll be driving all night. You need to get some rest." Her mom smiled and handed Amy her pillow. Amy stretched out and laid her head on the pillow.
"Good night." She mumbled to her parents and instantly fell asleep.
The Thump Thump of the car rolling over a curb jolsted Amy awake. Their new home sat on the high perch of a cliff. It was modeled like a malibu home. White, modern, different. Amy's old house was a three story family home. It held so many memories, the new house looked like it was just built. Hell, it even had fresh paint on the lawn from where the builders painted it. Amy gave a light yawn and stretched her legs out.
"Morning sleepy head." Her dad, Deryll, chuckled.
"Ahha." Amy yawned again. The car pulled into a large three space garage. Amy opened her door and cool summer breeze swept by her bare feet. Goose flesh instantly arose on her arms.
"Brrr." Amy shivered, it wasn't this cold down in South Carolina.
"Chin up little soldier." Her dad laughed. He reached into his pocket and produced a key. He unlocked the garage door and beckoned his family inside. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside. Modern paintings, modern furnishings, modern appliances, there were no memories. Amy grunted and set her bags down. It was about midnight.
"Mom, I'm still a bit tired, can I go to my room and catch a nap?" Amy asked her mom.
"Sure, when you when you wake up me and your dad will probably be at work." Amy's mom told her.
"You already have a job?" Amy asked her mom.
"Yep. I'm volunteering at a daycare." Her mom told her," I'll be home late though."
"Okay." Amy sighed. She opened her room door and saw white. White bed sheets, white walls, white carpets. Everything was so bland. Amy quickly made way to her bed, not wanting to deal with the blandness of it all. As soon as her head hit the pillow, Amy fell into a bleak, dreamless sleep.
Amy awoke with a blue post-it note on her door. In large red letters it read:
"AMY, FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, REMOTE IS ON COUCH, HAVE FUN. - Love Mom.
"Great." Amy grumbled," They expect me to have fun." She opened her closet door and found a huge walk-in closet. There was a wall mirror. Amy saw herself in the mirror and sighed. It showed a young, thin teenager, she had a modest bust for her age. In a word, she was lanky, thin arms, small waist, long hips, tall legs, and a tall face. Her hair was tangled in curly twirls, it swept into her face so she constantly had to adjust it. Her green eyes shone, even in her utter and complete boredom. Amy pulled a white band tee and some denim pants and got dressed. She walked out to the back patio that hung over the peak of the cliff. She breathed in and sighed again. She pulled he phone out and checked her messages. None.
"They know I'm gone... Right?" Amy asked herself. No one was there to answer her question, so she walked back inside the house and collapsed on the couch dramatically. Amy cried out in pain as the remote struck her in the cheek.
"Owwww! Ow, Ow, Ow..." Amy cried. She felt like an imbecile, acting the way she was. She righted herself and grabbed the remote. She flipped the TV on and changed the channel to the science channel, it was her favorite channel after all. Into the wormhole with Morgan Freeman was playing so Amy dropped the remote and got comfortable. Amy checked her phone one more time and saw a reminder.
"Two more weeks until school!"
Her mom must have set it when she was sleeping. The notice only made her more depressed so she shut the phone off and turned her attention to the TV.
Welcome to the end of the chapter, hoped you liked it.
