𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.
𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
Amelia Sealgair, better known and Amy, has lived most of her life in the town of Beacon Hills...
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AMELIA WOKE UP. The alarm on her phone kept buzzing, preventing her from falling asleep again. Her eyes drifted towards the opened curtains and the sunlight hitting her face like a train, wishing she would had closed them the previous night.
"Amy! You are going to be late!" Her sister yelled from downstairs, making Amelia grown.
For some reason, her family and friends insisted on calling her Amy, even though that was her childhood nickname, and the person that started calling her that way wouldn't even speak to her.
A typical high school problem: friendships drift apart, but memories stay. A real pain in the ass, if someone asks.
Amelia stood up from her bed and walked towards her bathroom, turning on the shower before looking at herself in the mirror, noticing the bags under her eyes due to the fact that she stayed up late reading... again.
She was fond to mythical creatures! It wasn't her fault that she didn't sense the time pass as she got lost in her reading.
After her shower, Amelia dressed up for her first day back in Beacon Hills High School, or what she called: the American towny-jail, where even teachers feel like they are there against their will.
"Good morning, baby," said her mother as she kissed her cheek, but she didn't say it back. She was self-absorbed in the screen of her phone, texting with Lydia, her best friend.
AMELIA do you want me to pick you up and drive you to that loony place or is jackson taking you???
LYDIA don't worry bb jackson is taking me
LYDIA I text u when I get there
Amelia locked her phone and left it on the table, grabbing a toast and placing a slice of ham on top of it.
"Hey, Amy," her dad called her, making Amelia raise her eyes from her breakfast to look at him. "After school, there's something I need to show you."
"Why are you being so cryptic? Did something bad happen?"
"Are you finally going to tell her that she's adopted?" Asked sarcastically Amelia's sister Elizabeth.
"Are you finally going to tell Lizzie that you know about her boyfriend?"
Her parents stared at Lizzie, who was quick to flee the scene before the interrogations starts. Amelia smiled a little before looking at her dad.
"What do you want to tell me dad?" Amelia questioned before finishing the breakfast, taking the bread crumbs off from underneath her black-painted fingernails, not even paying much attention to what her father was going to tell her.
