As I walked into a room, a room I can only assume now mine, I was blown away. It was massive, with its own stairs INSIDE the room. I couldnt believe it, it was intricately detailed, and held overwhelming personality of its previous resident. I wonder what happened to her.... I have her body, maybe she has mine? That may or may not be a good thing, I'll have to find out I suppose... If she has mine, I just best hope
I went up to the bed, and took a seat on it. It was REALLY comfy, actually. I noticed Star staring at me, smiling, before she said "Well, I'll be in my office if you need me. I love you, sweetie! And dont forget dinner tonight!" and walking off. I wonder what she means about dinner? Anyways, right, now to investigate this room. I can find out anything I want, hopefully. First, lets figure out the status of Star to us- maybe a big sister, maybe a mum, but I need to adress her correctly to avoid suspicion. Calling a big sister "Mum" would DEFNITELY arouse suspicion.
I walk over to a set of drawers, and atop it stands some pictures, with a mirror hung above it. I grab the first picture, and begin to examine it. The photo was of a young girl playing in the sand, the poor thing appeared to have sunburn. Not a good sign. I looked up to grab the next picture, but then I saw the mirror. I stared at myself. I was rather pink now, with long pink hair and 2 black stars on my cheeks, one on either side, paired with small horns protruding out of my head. Oh. Oh wow. This is.... Intruiging, to say the least.
So she didn't have a sunburn. She was just, kind of, pink. Still, passable as just a bit of a "Boy, it's hot in here!". But it's not hot in here, and that's worrying. And the stars? What are they for? I must investigate further. I divert my attention back into the photos, the next of a teen girl standing in front of Star and- Hang on. Is that a demon?!? Oh god. Oh, I don't know how to feel about this. I'll assume it's her father. Or, now, I suppose, my father? Oh dear. This is confusing. Well... Let's keep looking. I open the top draw, and begin looking through the junk.
I find some leftover crisps and they don't look that old, but I'm not taking any risks. I continue to search, until eventually, I see a small blue book buried amongst all the other garbage.
On the front cover, in pink glitter pen, is "Amber Butterfly" written in an overly fancy handwriting. Now this is a lead. Could it be a photo book? A diary? A sketchbook? It's likely to be something interesting. Wait. Amber Butterfly. My name's meant to be Amber, so I suppose I now know my new last name. That's good, I suppose. My full name...
Amber Butterfly.
I think it suits me.
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A butterfly?
FanfictionAmelia is so bored. Like, SO SO bored. But when the opportunity arises to have some fun, well she can't resist that, can she? Even if it means lying....
