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Amy

– CHAPTER FIVE–

No one noticed the solitary figure making her way slowly up the stairs, clutching the banister for support, a somber expression on her attractive young face.

Amelia made her way slowly to her room. Her luggage would be brought up later. She looked around as she climbed the molding staircase to her room.

Yesterday she had been so happy, accepted into the academy, plotting against her headmaster, laughing with Mr. Arrow all the way into town for her books, then for ice cream with him.

Now that had passed however, it left room enough for all of her worries and doubts.

She gazed miserably around her, every door and corner an enduring maze with no center, just stretching on and on forever, winding paths that seemed to lead nowhere in particular but there for the sole purpose to torment her and tease her until tears poured from her eyes.

Her room was on the sixth floor of the main building. Amelia had been wrong in thinking that she would never find Orotund's office again; the room was situated right above the main office, a large room, filled with bright sunlight.

Now all Amelia had to worry about was finding her classes on time.

She wandered the halls, searching for a sign, some note or something that would simply drop from the heavens and tell her exactly where she was supposed to go.

No such sign appeared, and Amelia simply stood on the stairs, looking around helplessly for some sign of life. Being the day before school started, she was out of luck.

The nice woman who had winked at her, was in fact the woman who had written Amelia's letter, the deputy head Ms.Brackman. Brackman said that Amelia would have to stay at the school. Her parents had left no notice as to where she should live now that they were dead.

Amelia was an orphan. Her parents had no siblings as far as she knew, her father had been almost 50, so her grandparents had died before she was born even. She had no one.

Arrow had said that she was welcome to live with him, but as he was not a relative, Amelia had the suspicion that would never happen.

Amelia had teased Arrow mercilessly about Ms. Brackman –or to whom Amelia jokingly suggested Clannis Arrow had a better ring to it –and laughed as his normally unfazed expression changed into one of embarrassment and denial.

As she finally found the right corridor, Amelia searched for her dorm. It was one near the end as usual and she opened the door to reveal three blue beds each with their own chest of drawers.

She wondered which to take. She decided upon the one by the window, throwing herself upon her bed she thought about all that had happened to her.

She was alone, confused and tired, she had no family, no friends (except Arrow) and so it seemed: no future.

The door swung open, and a short little human man bustled into the room, dragging Amelia's trunk of clothes, putting it down by the foot of her bed.

"You're the one then?" He said in his croaky little voice, "That new girl of Alexander's"

Amelia nodded, "y-yes,"

"What are you crying for?" he asked suddenly noticing the trails on her cheeks.

Amelia brushed them away, "Nothing," she muttered.

"Sure don't look like no nothin' I ever saw." He replied.

Amelia gulped, "I'm lonely, tired and hungry, I've got no friends and no family, and I'm completely alone."

The dumpy little man stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Y'no, you ain't the only one alone here,"

Amelia looked up.

"Lots of people go here, most with no families."

"R-really?"

"Sure, sure! Lots and lots!" replied he with a smile. "You're never alone at this here Academy, you'll make plenty of friends I'm sure."

Amelia cheered slightly at that.

The man chuckled, "And as fer being hungry? Well now, being the caretaker, I know every room in this place as the back of my hand I do! In fact," he lowered his voice, "If ye want, we can both get a little bite to eat right now."

"Really?" said Amelia, jumping to her feet.

The old man smiled. "I'm Merovec," he said, offering a hand.

Amelia shook it, "Amelia Smollet, oh, but you already knew that."

Merovec grinned, and Amelia followed him out of the room.

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Merovec was not kidding; he really did know everything about the Academy, from its completion date two hundred years ago, to the present day. A goldmine of information from over thirty years of working there.

She was introduced to the cooks Martha, Maria and Matilda, three triplets who resembled snakes, though they had thin fingers that worked fast with food.

Amelia was instantly admitted amongst them and they talked happily to the girl of her father and all he had done at the academy.

Amelia was enthralled at their hospitality and chatted happily away with them for hours, before heading back to her room.

"You must come down here again Miss. Smollet," Maria said, taking her eyes from the food to look at her.

"Visit us any time child," Martha added.

Amelia thanked them all and Merovec and rushed upstairs. She had a big day ahead of her and she did not wish to oversleep.

Sorry I haven't written in such a long time! I've been writing other stories and doing other things, now I hope to write much more of this story! Thanks for your patience people!

Amelia Johnsonn

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