Amelia POV:
I walk through small alleyways with drug dealers around me. I can hear footsteps behind me and i feel scared and paranoid. I feel like I'm going to get mugged, even killed. The image in my head is going to haunt me forever. Never walking out my house again, being killed in a small alleyway. I carry on going down the alley way and to my right i see a small brightly coloured door. On top of the door is a sign that is falling off. It says. "Party of your D.R.E.A.M.S."
"I would prefer a T.A.R.D.I.S myself but this will have to do" I say under my breath. I walk in the door and i start to show a smile on my face, showing my small dimple on my cheek. Once i open the door i am welcomed with a show of bright lights, and blaring music. Then i see someone take my hand and say, "Welcome." Whoever this person is, i know it's a girl, so i am not worried. The lights start to fade and the girl points her hand to the table next to me. I Sit on the chair, and she sits down as well. I know this chick from somewhere, but i don't know who it is. She looks familiar..
"Hello Amelia." She says.
I know who it is, and i know i shouldn't be talking to her. It's that son of a bitch neighbour next to me, the one who is always blaring the music at 4 o clock in the morning. The one who always annoys me. The one who is rude but she doesn't know, or doesn't mean it. But i doubt that. She has to know she acts like a bitch, don't she? You can't walk up to me in the morning and say did you have a good night sleep, when she knows she's been listen to music all in the night. I think she's on drugs, well, she smelt like it.
"Hi." I say quickly. Disgusted in my thoughts that she was a ''nice'' person. Sometimes i really need to learn when to go my own way, and tell people to go away.
"I see you joined the party, want to have a drink?" She says. I can see she's already drunk, i can smell it in her breath.
"Yeah, i will Summer." I say. I stare into her half close eyes and doesn't look away. She must know that i don't like her, i have always stared into her eyes the first weekend she came. That's when the music began.
"O-ookay, i'll go get it, baby." Summer says, stuttering her words while getting up from the table and to the bar. I notice that on the way to the bar she is moving to the right, showing this is going to be bad. But now's my chance to run away, and check out the other people in this club. I look around and see about 30-40 people in this area. I get off the chair and walk away, slowly, making sure she can't notice me gone. I go to the middle of the house and look for some boys. I know i shouldn't be doing this but i feel like Rory has someone else to go to.
I walk up to this blonde boy in the corner of the house. He's fit, don't get me wrong. He's wearing a white shirt, and light blue jeans. He's wearing snapbacks and he has blonde hair. My sort of guy. I go to sit next to him but he notices me coming towards him, he moves abit so i have enough space. "Thanks." I say, showing a greeting smile to him. He smiles back and says, "No problem." His voice is just so perfect, not low but not high pitched that it becomes annoying. Just in the middle.
"Do you want a drink?" I question him, wondering if we can hit it off. "Sure, don't see why not." He says.