Strange Magic

Orphans

Amelia followed the lady to her room. "Since we have so little orphans, you get your own room. By the way, my name is Mrs. White." The lady explained kindly. Amelia nodded and pushed open the door to her room. Inside was a bed, some drawers, a rug, and a closet. "The bathroom is down the hall. Call me if you need anything!" Amelia shut the door and sat on the bed, thinking. So this would be her new home until tomorrow. That seemed so far away. How long would she have to wait? Amelia thought about Mrs. White. She was strange, and something about her was familiar. She had seen her once... But when? Amelia sifted through her memories, trying to find that familiar face. But she came up with nothing. That was a mystery to solve another day. For now, she had to find out who killed her parents and what really happened when they died. First things first, she had to sneak out and see the crime scene. Without it, how would she be able to find out anything? Amelia decided to crawl out the window. She was pretty sure she remembered the way to her house...but it might take her a while to get there. Amelia opened her backpack and emptied out all her stuff. She stared at the letters, heart aching. But she forced herself to dump it in the trash, along with all her heart's dreams and desires. Pushing away her tears, Amelia started to put new things in, like food and water. Even though she wouldn't be gone long, Amelia added some emergency things like a first aid kit, extra clothes, and shoes. Then she waited and looked around the room. There wasn't much to do, so Amelia did her homework. Then she read 12 books and was in the middle of the 13th one when something finally happened. There was a knock on the door. "Sweetie, it's Mrs. White! Darling, come down for dinner!" Amelia rolled her eyes. Sweetie? Darling? She was 17 for goodness sake! Then Amelia opened the door and followed Mrs. White downstairs. Once again, just looking at her face made Amelia's brain click into action. Something tugged at her memory, something about that face. Amelia tried to catch the thought but it flew out of reach and disappeared. Amelia groaned. "Dear, are you alright? The food is ready, baby," Mrs. White said sweetly. Once again, Amelia was disgusted by her language. Amelia sighed and sat down. Of course, there were sandwiches and muffins and soup and cake. She ate all she wanted and ran up the stairs, eager to finish her book. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. If no one bothered her maybe- Her thoughts were interrupted by someone yelling downstairs. Mrs. White. Amelia hugged the wall and listened. "... Yes, she is fine! Tomorrow morning. No. Why? What? No. Yes. Yes, yes. YES!What? A week? What about the-" and then Mrs. White walked outside into the garden. Amelia decided it wasn't worth following her so she went to her room, confused. Who could Mrs. White be talking to?