chapter three already? Wow, how the time goes, next thing I know it'll be over!

Okay, so I kinda left you wondering, what will happen? What will Amaya do now that she's home? I am gonna answer those questions ( and many others) in this chapter and later chapters, I have also noticed that I am a very wierd writer.

I'm just saying. But anyway, I think I've done enough research, watching movies like Annie, ( the orginal) and The Rescuers, has helped. I also need to watch the problem child, that's a good movie. Okay, but on with the chapter.

" Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to."

- John Ed Pearce

Those were the exact words that her mother had said, and the words that were written on the banner her mother found at a good will, it was still hanging in the exact place she and her mother left it, over the door.

Stepping in was like stepping into a time machine.

So many memories and emotions came, with just one step, it was amazing what one step could do.

The living room was full of cobwebs, and there were small holes on the red leather couch that she always sat on, the old boxy Tv had a crack on it, but the books and movies and all the little knick Knacks her mother owned were still there, along with the little glass cat her mother got her for her 7th birthday. The room had a cozy feel to it, with everything in the corners, and with the couch sitting across from the TV, and a little bit by the window, which had a few cracks and let a small amount of rain in.

The carpet was gray, just the right shade, just as she remembered it, there were even books on the floor, still scattered, where her and her mother left them.

Nothing had changed, well only a few things, but that was it.

Nothing was missing, it was if the old apartment room had been waiting for her, making sure to keep what it could the same, just for Amaya.

Memories, good and bad, with a mother and father, or with just mother.

Closing the door, she took another step, looking around with those big blue eyes of hers. So many things were the same, it was as if time had stopped.

The walls, which were a reddish-orange had pictures and quotes, her favorite was still there, a picture of London, which her mother told her was somewhere in england and that they would go there one day, and see Big Ben, but of course, she couldn't do that now, her mother was in a better place, a place she would go to one day. She then sat on the couch, still looking at the picture, her mother promised many things...she was hoping she could just for once keep one...but life couldn't work like that.

Life couldn't work at all.

To say Anti-Cosmo was evil was an under statement, an evil master mind? Yes.

He had the perfect plan, and step one was already in action, right as this moment while he was sitting at the head of the table, sipping tea.

It was a plan to get Timothy Turner, using what one would call "bait", a simple plan really, gain one child's trust, use that child to one's advantage and...BAM! Just like that he would have Tim inTimothy in his hands.

It would take time,but he already did the first step, by simply tiding the place up, fixing some things and breaking some things,which was quite fun...well the breaking part.

He smirked, still sipping his tea, the other anti-fairies watching him with anticpation, as they silently watched.

Finally finishing his cup of Earl Grey (and his thinking) he spoke; " My fellow comrades ...", he trailed off for a moment for a more dramatic effect.

"...I know my former plans have failed before, but trust me, this will not fail, the only reason my glorius plans have failed was simply becuase of timing, they happened to fast...but this plan will take time, and you must be patient if you want it to suceed."

The table of Anti-fairies were silent at first, taking his words, and then after about 30 seconds of silence they cheered.

Anti-Faires are the worst kinds of creatures, reckless and never thinking of what could happen, Anti-Cosmo knew that of course, and with a hand gesture he silenced the table. " Now, I cannot completely tell you the whole plan-", the room was frowning at those words,"But I can tell you, one- well two things, we will getting Timothy Turner, and we will use A thing I like to call "bait", that is all I can tell you for now."

With those words he left the table, leaving a crowd of wondering Anti-Fairies.

He was still smirking when he left.

Hold on to me as we go as we roll down this unfamillar road, although this wave is stringing us along just know your're not alone, cause i'm gonna make this place your home...

A song playing on the radio, dancing along with mother.

Father yelling drunkly to stop the racket, and then joining along, and then three of them spinning in a circle.

Smiling and laughing as the song ended, and even though father was acting weird and not sober they still smiled, laughing more and more as another song came on and fahter tried to dance to it-

Then as soon as it came...the memory ended, revealing the cold and now dark room, no candles what so ever.. no light and simply just darkness surrounding her.

Clutching teddy closer, trying her best not to pay attention to the moving shadows which she knew were fake, she knew they were her imagination.

Another memory (slowly this time) came.

Her and mother, after Daddy left-

walking down the street on a clear (and rare) sunny day, looking at the store windows, hoping to get something cheap to eat.

Then Amaya saw it, a lovely bear, bright and yellow- with green eyes...so full of hope and love.

Just like Amaya was, she pointed to it, and her mother smiled, seeing it was only for a nickel, she told her to "stay here" as she went into the store and bought it.

"There ya go pumpkin."

Amaya smiled, those were the day she still called her mama,and smiled the days before mama got introduced to "bad things" which she never told her to do, and Amaya promised, and she meant it- she wouldn't do those things.

When the thought of bad things came the memory stopped, and the sunny day ended, leaving Amaya in a lonely room.

Don't pay no mind to the demons, for they fill you with fear.

Mama- that was what she always used to sing, when they where lonely..when they were sad.

Those words...were so full of hope and joy.

Home, in the darkness.

Alone and yet not so lonely.

And then with those thoughts,the monsters went away, and Amaya finally got some well deserved sleep.

HA HA! DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T UPDATE?!

WELL I DID. HA HA. AND IT TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO COMPLETE THIS...WELL THREE CLASS PEROIDS ON DIFFERENT DAYS! SAME THING! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

But anyway, I hope there aren't any errors if so tel me,I will fix them. Also I think there were a few on the last chapter, but I need to check that out.

I ALSO SAW HOME. IT WAS AMAZING. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT DO SO.

YOU WILL BE JUST - WONDERSTRUCK.

No, I'm not getting paid to say that. HA ha. But anyway, go see it, the same people who made the Croods made it, so it's just as good as that movie.

ALSO the song I quoted from is Home by Phillip Phillip. Its a good song, so check it out if you haven't heard it, but anyway review favorite and all that jazz.

Bye~