Hi. If you are reading this, I thank you. This is my first fanfic, so please don't judge. This is a one-shot about Amy growing up. Enjoy!
Now, time to do the disclaimer...
Me: Our favourite time! Time for me to annoy someone into doing the disclaimer!
*drags and Amy over*
Dan: Hey! I'm not done playing Ninja Gaiden yet! Let me go or I'll sic Saladin on you!
Amy: *rolls eyes* Dweeb, that's just Jasmine.
Dan: Who's Jasmine?
Me: I'm over here...
Amy: Jasmine Cahill. She's a Lucian. We met her last year during the reunion. But, Jasmine, why are we here?
Me: You, my friend, will be doing the disclaimer.
Amy: lucian-4ever does not own me, Dan or anyone else. She only owns her plot and any additional characters she adds in.
Me: Thank you, Amy. What a pity. I could not use any blackmail or poisons since you cooperated. Not fun at all.
On with the story!
4 years old
"Mommy! Look! A butterfly!" Amy Cahill pointed at a monarch butterfly, amazed. Hope -her mother- smiled at Amy chasing after the butterfly.
7 years old
A day before the fire
"Mom?" Amy looked up to stare at her mother. Her mother's once lively viridian eyes had turned dull. Forcing a smile, Hope turned to her daughter, bending down to meet Amy's questioning gaze. Glad that her mother's attention was focused on her, Amy pulled a book from behind her back with a flourish.
"Could you please read this for me, mommy? Dad's playing with Dan."
A real smile crept onto Hope's face.
She sat on a blue couch and patted her thighs.
"Of course, Amy."
Mother and daughter got trapped in the magical world of Cinderella.
9 years old
Amy skipped into Grace's mansion, a reluctant Dan trailing after her.
"Grace!" Amy exclaimed delightedly, hugging her grandmother. Amy had endured a week of torture at her school. Chrissy, the most popular girl at school, had called her a weirdo in front of everyone. Aunt Beatrice had also fired another au pair, Lisa. Lisa had been her favourite au pair as she would bring classics for Amy to read. She even knew how to control Dan, which, to Amy, was a miracle. Amy had been looking forward to visiting Grace, Grace could always cheer her up.
After hugging Grace, Amy set off for the library in the mansion, leaving Grace to deal with Dan who thought he was a ninja. Opening the huge oak doors leading to the library, she inhaled the musty smell of books. She let her hand trail across the spines of a few non-fiction books, before pulling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows down. She curled up on one of the armchairs and started to read. She hadn't noticed Grace coming in.
"Amy, what are you reading?" Grace asked curiously. She could not help but notice the similarity between Hope and her granddaughter.
Amy let out a small gasp before muttering, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows."
Grace gently pried her fingers off the book and set it down on a table. She led Amy to a secluded section of the library, where mahogany shelves towered above the pair. The shelves were stacked neatly with books of all genres. Grace gestured at the books.
"Amy, you can bring some of these back to the apartment, as long as you put them back the next time you visit."
Amy gasped again as she thanked Grace. Grace left her alone, watching Amy start to read again. Hope had always loved books too. She knew her daughter and son-in-law's death affected Amy just as much as their deaths affected her, if not more.
13 years old
Amy had no idea why Grace always hosted these 'reunions'. She barely knew half of the relatives that gathered at Grace's mansion. Grace had assured them that they were all related, talking about first cousins, second cousins... Amy even remembered her talking about her 23rd cousins.
Her relatives were still bearable. Mostly.
There was a Russian lady with the last name Spasky, an old Korean who insisted on them calling him Uncle, the Holts, who picked on both Amy and Dan.
The worst relatives that she could not stand was the Kabras, or as Dan called them, Cobras. They were rich, pampered, snobby brats. Not to mention spoiled. The siblings teased Amy relentlessly, played pranks on Dan and were mean to the Cahill siblings. Even Chrissy could not hold a candle to the monstrous, flawless Cobras.
She escaped to the library, leaving Dan to the mercy of the Cobras. That was payback for spilling soda over a library book.
The dweeb.
14 years old
Amy and Dan had just won the clue hunt.
Dan being Dan, went to buy some video games using their new fortune.
Once a dweeb, always a dweeb.
Amy had gone to the library.
Once a bookworm, always a bookworm.
15 years old
Amy dodged the flying punch bag. She was training. Like always. The Vesper threat had gotten her to train and study hard, continuously.
She barely had time to eat or sleep.
Picking up a towel, she wiped the sweat off her head and showered.
Despite having less than enough time to eat and sleep, she would always have time for books.
Amy went to her room, lay in her bed and started reading Pride and Prejudice.
20 years old
Amy glanced out of her window. Snow-covered trees dotted the area. It was a beautiful day. Unfortunately, she had no time to enjoy the scenery. Amy grabbed the mug of hot chocolate and brought out a book to read.
And... that's all! I'm only doing up to 20 years.
Please R&R! Thanks!
~Jas Cahill