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Amy

– CHAPTER THREE–

The weeks spent at her Aunt Sylliviers home, were some of the worst Amelia had ever had in her life.

The place smelt of damp and mothballs, her aunt did not much care for children, and Amelia looked forward to the day she would leave there.

She had vowed upon her parent's graves, that she would avenge them. She knew pirates had killed them, and she would never rest until they were all hung.

She would fulfill her promise to her father and she had told Mr. Arrow, that she would like to place the Legacy into his care until she was old enough for it to come into her possession.

She would never be the same, and from that day forward, she was a changed girl.

The first step to fulfilling her pledge was to be accepted into the Interstellar Academy…

Aunt Syllivier was far from impressed when Amelia informed her that she wished for a place in the Academy.

"You'll never be accepted," she scorned. "You're a woman; they only accepted women in the navy several years ago!"

"There's nothing a man can do that I can't do Aunt," Amelia said forcefully. "Times have changed, they'll let me in; my father was Alexander Smollet, Captain of numerous fleets!"

Aunt Syllivier sniffed. She was a tall, thin feline with blonde hair and was not even Amelia's real aunt; she was given the title after she had been friends with Abigail for many years.

Amelia eventually made it. Her father had connections at the Academy and Arrow had set her up with the vice principle of the school Ms. Clannis Brackman, who was touched that Amelia willed so strongly to learn there for her father, though the principle Professor Orotund, had been against it from the start.

Orotund remembered oh-too-well, the little jokes played by Captain Smollet when he was at school. "That boy was undoubtedly the worst thing that ever happened to this school." He would mutter to himself.

When Alexander had become a captain, he had made donations to the school, funding its resource room, and part of the library. The school had never forgotton him, and Professor Orotund's reputation would be shot if he declined Alexander Smollet's only child from attending the Academy.

Amelia waited with baited breath for her letter to arrive, and when it did she tore it open and with shaking hands, unfolded the official document.

Miss. Amelia K. Smollet

67 Gladdsily Ave.

Mirianner

Felinesia

22.07.67

Dear Miss. Smollet,

We are pleased to inform you that your request for a position at the Interstellar Academy has been accepted. You are required to attend a brief hearing from our school officials before the first day of term two. Your hearing shall commence at 1300 in the headmaster's office and we await your presence with high hopes and promising spirits for your education.

We look forward to meeting you and shall be delighted to have such a fine pupil at our school.

Sincerely

Clannis Brackman

(Deputy Headmistress)

Amelia practically flew into the house, dancing and singing all the way, clutching her letter to her chest and singing at the top of her lungs.

Aunt Syllivier shook her head and muttered about dinner, as Amelia's C.Ds blasted their music throughout the little house, causing the windows to rattle and dust shake from the ceiling as the delighted girl danced away.

The school hearing came faster than Amelia could have hoped for, and Mr. Arrow waited at Aunt Syllivier's driveway for Amelia on the morning three days before school started, to escort her to Jack Orotund's office.

As they reached the enormous building, Amelia suddenly felt small and scared. What if they decided when they saw her, that she didn't belong here? Or what if they just stood there and laughed. All of them. Laughing at her.

So many insecure thoughts and feelings. Was she really cut out for this?

Mr. Arrow noticed her insecurity and smiled lightly. "They'll love you, there's nothing to worry about."

"What if they laugh?"

"Who?"

"the school board!"

"and why should they laugh?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm not right for the academy, maybe you should just take me home now."

"Why, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you were scared Amy." Arrow laughed, using the name she detested most.

However, Amy was the last thing she wanted to hear, as she stood there upon the threshold of the gigantic building that seemed so empty and forbidding; like a shadow. So dark and eerie.

Her father's voice, laughing and humorous, echoed through her brain. Arrow did not know of her father's pet name for her –no one did –but hearing "Flam Amy" inside her, as she awaited her judgment, was so unnerving, Amelia wished Arrow would just take her home. She wished never to let Alexander down. Ever. If she left right now, she could still make him proud.

Arrow pushed on the double oak doors. Amelia willed them to be locked, barred perhaps and closed until forever.

But just to spite her she thought; they swung open with a deafening squeak.

"Shall we?" asked Arrow, grasping her arm, practically dragging Amelia inside the cold, stone entrance where all her years of life would be changed forever.

Hey pplz! How r Youz? Gudgud? Constructive criticism plz!. R&R so I can edit it. More soon & remember… if u c sum 1 without a smile, give them 1 of urs!

– AmeliaJohnsonn–

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