Amelia River

by TARDIS SEEKING VIOLINIST

Amelia River is an orphan, who has a peculiar talent, to read peoples' hearts. As the universe is thrown into chaos, only Amelia can save it, with help from people who tell Amelia of her and her parents past. As she puts two and two together, she finally discovers who she really is and is destined to become.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Stolen

"Take a hobnob… hobnobs are really good for the digestion… unless you eat too much… and then you'll become a bloated beluga whale with ears…never do that Amelia…I had an aunt once who would eat 20 packages of hobnobs everyday…she was so fat that when she died, her casket had to be in the shape of a large sphere and she was shot out into space… she eventually became a planet and has 20 moons…anyway, I didn't ask for you to talk about my aunt… or beluga whales…I asked for you because I needed to tell you something," the headmaster said, "something about who you really are." I asked , "Don't tell me I am wizard?" The headmaster let out a laugh "No silly," ruffling my short blonde hair, "if I told you that I would have had to find a huge fur coat and twelve-inch heels…never do that ever Amelia." I sat there perplexed at the random babble that issued from his mouth. The headmaster then asked, "Who do you live with?" I answered with Ms. Fields. He said, "Wonderful woman, Ms. Fields, makes the best cookies in the entire school."

"Are you an orphan?"

I replied "That's what Ms. Fields told me. She said my parents died in a balloon accident."

The headmaster said, "Did Ms. Fields ever tell you who they were?"

I replied hesitantly, "Well…no."

The headmaster paused and for sometime pondered in deep thought. He broke the silence by saying, "Well, you better head on back to your class now…I will talk to you after school tomorrow."

I went out of the room and hurried down the hall towards my next class, my book bag over my shoulder half-slipping to one side. I felt strange after talking with the headmaster; I felt as if I knew him before somehow, like in a distant but palpable dream. The rest of the day was horrible for me, because all my teachers reprimanded me for daydreaming all the time that day. I did not feel ashamed, but felt terribly excited about my meeting the next day.

The next day came and the headmaster did not send for me. I felt terribly downhearted. During lunch, I climbed over a wall and overheard some kids talking about the strange occurrences happening in this part of town, that women and children were disappearing, never to be seen again. They said that it was not publicized a lot in the local newspapers, in case of causing wide-spread panic among us civilians. At this moment, I fell, letting out a horrible scream. The children screamed as well and rushed towards the door to the school crying. As they fled, I let out a little giggle and returned to my class, who were proceeding to go back inside. The day passed slowly. Finally the bell rang and I rushed to the Main Office to inquire about the headmaster, when the office clerk, a short brown-haired lady was locking the door. I panted and said, "Did the headmaster come today?"

She said, "Why no dear, he has gone on a very important business trip and won't be back until next Monday."

She then asked what happened to Ms. Fields, because she did not show up today for work. I told her that she was sick and had to stay home. I knew for a fact that Ms. Fields had left for work that morning, but I did not notice her at all during lunch. I lied so I could quickly get out of this conversation.

I ran home, desperate to find Ms. Fields. I jumbled my keys at the lock and opened the door. Standing in the middle of the doorway stood a man, dressed in a black trench coat, a white shirt with jeans. On his head he wore a gray beanie. He had a peculiar twist in his hair; from his roots his hair was brown which then cascaded upwards into a blonde-ish color. His eyes were pale blue; his skin very pale. I had no time to react when suddenly he grabbed me with an overwhelming force by his arm, which knocked the breath out of me, around my abdomen. He dragged me from the door into his car which I now noticed in front of Ms. Fields house. I saw in the distance a blurry figure hurry towards us through my tears. He quickly thrust me into the backseat of his BMW and drove as fast as he could from the house. After a few seconds I heard the sounds of yelling from outside and behind the car, to my astonishment, ran the headmaster, yelling out my name. I pounded on the window screaming for my life. Then I suddenly felt a blow to the back of my head and fell into unconsciousness.