Hello little sunflowers! It's Amelia. :) Here's the first chapter, you'll hear more from Johanna in the second one.

(…) = Just a little comment from the character as they're telling the story

Chapter 1

Amelia's POV

The popcorn supply in the pantry was gone. This of course called for an immediate trip to the store to restock the snack foods and get more candy. While I was out buying the necessary sustenance for our kitchen, Johanna was at home doing whatever Johanna felt like doing. I returned home to find Johanna examining the oven.

"What are you doing?"

"Determining which parts of this oven are absolutely necessary." she replied without removing her head from inside the piece of kitchenware.

"What're you going to do to the parts that aren't?"

"Remove them so they can be used for a project."

At the word 'project' I decided not to ask any more questions. When Johanna is feeling creative, you let her be creative. The doorbell rang. Since Johanna now had her shoulders as well as her head inside of the disconnected oven, I decided it would be best if I answered the door. Before I opened the door I stopped in front of the mirror hanging in the entrance hall.

Pigtails…Check.

Bright, pink bows… Check.

Cute, innocent smile…Check.

Tall, strappy stilettos…I should probably take those off.

Showtime.

I opened the door to find two men in suits. Deciding the straightforward approach was best, I said,

"Are you here to talk about Jesus? Because we already told your friends no, we don't have any spare livers that you can borrow."

From the matching look of shock on both of their faces I assumed they didn't know that their creepy, one-eyed friends had already visited us. Deciding to cut this unnecessary and irrelevant meeting short, I quickly said,

"Thank you, have a nice day." and went to close the door.

Before the door could fully shut, one of the men stuck out their arm and slammed it into the door. The door swung back so quickly that the doorknob dented the wall. Now I was getting annoyed. I had been nothing but polite to them and they go and dent the wall. The rude behavior didn't end there. I backed up to examine the extent of the damage caused by the doorknob, when both of them just step into the house like they own the place. Before I could tell them off or kick them where the sun don't shine, the taller one opened his mouth and stated,

"Excuse me ma'am. We are police and have come to investigate a noise disturbance reported by your neighbors."

The tall, lanky one with blonde hair seemed to be more on the side of cocky rather than confident. Both of them were wearing those weird sunglasses that you see in cop shows.

But that comment about the neighbors seemed sketchy. The house on the right was empty and old people occupied every other house on the street. And I'm not talking about the grumpy kind, but the kind that make really nice grandmas and grandpas. Deciding to put my foot down on this the best I could, I said,

"Can I see the search warrant and your badges?"

"You don't need to see that stuff and you wouldn't even understand it anyway," replied the tall one again. He was quickly becoming quite irritating.

At that moment Johanna decided to come around the corner into the hallway and to the shock of our new guests she was holding a large butcher knife. I knew from that moment that things were only going to go downhill. We all watched as the knife slipped from her hand and seemed to fall in slow motion towards the floor. It went through Johanna's shoe and stuck in the floor straight up.

We all just stood there for a moment until Johanna muttered, "Ow."

The tall man rushed over to her in order to see if she had lost any appendages or if the knife went straight through her foot. (Funny, I guess he does have a considerate side.) But the strangest part was that the short man just sort of stood there and appeared to be hyperventilating. Why was he panicking? He wasn't the one who just got stabbed. It got a little crazy after that.

I watched as the small chubby one pulled his wand out pointing it at Johanna (yes I know what a wand is) and yelled, "Stupefy!" Johanna fell to the floor immediately.

After that everyone seemed to freeze. I could see that both men appeared to be going into some kind of shock after the recent events. One glance at Johanna and I could tell she was still conscious (for reasons you will eventually know) but I was guessing that she wasn't sure if she should let the men know. (After all they did practically break into our house, who knows their real motives.)

The tall man turned and looked at Johanna lying on the floor and proceeded to flip out. It was like a grown man's temper tantrum. He was screaming his head off at the shorter and for pulling out his wand to hex a person they hadn't confirmed as guilty. (I could've guessed he was slightly unstable with his sudden mood swings.) His arm swung out and hit the innocent vase resting on top of a side table in the hallway. I watched as the vase fell through the air and collided with the back of Johanna's head. (The poor girl must have done something to mess with karma today.) The vase shattered and I knew she was knocked out.

At this point I believe the fat man finally remembered I was also in the hallway. He turned and stared me straight in the eye and I think that was his breaking point. In a crazy (and slightly desperate) move I wouldn't have seen coming in a million years, the fat man yanked the mirror off the wall and flung it at my head. I saw the mirror heading towards my face and all I could do was turn it slightly to the side and hope that my face wouldn't be hit too hard.