Amelia and the miles between

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We went to the movie, and then came back home.

I sat on my bed, not knowing what to do with my life. Peter comes running up to breathing extremely loudly again, he jumps on my bed and cuddles with me pressing up against my leg. I walk to my bathroom and wash my face. The cold water feels good, splashing against my skin. I sit there looking in the mirror, my cheekbones, my slightly curly hair, my curled eyelashes. I open my computer to see that this Alro guy sent me a message.

"Hi you seem really cool and I think we should chat! My name is Arlo (as you know) yes I know weird name but my parents wanted something unique. Yeah don't ask.Yes i'm sending you this oddly long message, but how can it be possible? They block chats with residents from different cities. But i't would make sense because i'm a hacker or a coder or whatever you want to call it. Okay this is getting highly awkward. Bye!"

I laugh, so I write him back.

"Hi my name is Amelia, well I live in New York, not your best city." Which was true.

My computer decided to shut down, figures. The sun was shining through the window which was beautiful, so I went outside. I took a white cardigan and pulled on my white converse. Peter was snatched by me to accompany me in the great outdoors. The warmness greats me, it hasn't been this warm in a while. I started feeling rebellious. I tied up Peters leash on a nearby tree and headed to the park. The park was a normal high schooler destination where the most cool kids go drown their hours in music, partying and maybe some alcohol sometimes. The park was really full when I finally got there dozens and dozens of picnic blankets, stereos and much more craziness.

1 ½ months ago, July 4th.

Me and Lily walked across the street towards the park filled with screaming seniors. Lily wanted to spend the 4th of July partying and having fun. While I wanted to spend my 4th of July in bed with pizza reading, and maybe go watch the fireworks, even though that would be rare. Before we left we had to change our outfits from band tees, and skinny jeans, we had to pass as cool, hip, seniors.

"Come on Amelia! Just put on this dress."Lily shoved the dress in my face, when we were in her room, outfit planning. I rolled my eyes and shooed her out into the hallway. The dress fits me perfectly, white, fringe at the bottom, bohemian.

"Wow." Lily sighs in a loving way. I turn making the dress twirl. I smile. "Okay. Lets add some round sunglasses, this flower headband and this chocker." Lily adds.

So I thought we would pass as seniors. We cross our newly manicured fingers and walked towards the two guys standing in front of the park. Lily gives me a look, which I understand as "be cool." One of the guys had black hair and was muscular. And the other had really short cut brown hair and tan skin. Lily walks up, confident. "Hey." Lily says as we walk past and she runs her finger agains the black haired guys cheeck, making them both turn around and stare wide-eyed at us, smiling. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. That was extremely scary.

We headed to the far end of the park. We flung the picnic blanket over the grass and sat down. I got out my mp3 player and blasted some music. The park is surrounded by fairy lights and dancing shilhouettes. For me, that was a special day, the day I met Phil.

+ + +

I stand in front of Phil wide-eyed.

"Amelia what are you doing here?" He asks.

I bite my lip thinking what was I actually doing here. I hesitate.

"Just felt like a night alone with my thoughts, and I might also have come here to see if you were here because this is one of your normal destinations." I declared. My palms were sweating. Because I haven't seen Phil in ages. He smiles.

"Well want to go on a walk?" He says pointing towards the secluded path.

"Sure."

We walk side by side. He was tall, and strong, standing next to him made me feel safe. I met Phil that fourth of July with Lily, He was a DJ and I had gone to request a song that I learned was his favorite. After that we talked, went out to drink artistic lattes and watched shows, he was probably my best friend. I know earlier I said I don't have many friends, but that was just my perspective. He has short light brown hair, gray eyes, tan skin, quite the social butterfly.

"Hey Amelia.." He says sounding concerned. I look up at him waiting to continue.

"My father works on the city council board and has heard of some quite horrible information about CR."

"What?" I reply not missing a beat.

"One of his colleges, heard of a CR cops who had a hidden cameras installed on their chest, so if anyone got snatched they could get it on film back at the department. Well, one of them did and they have footage of the snatching. I don't know anything about the footage I just know its going to be on TV on NBC at around seven tomorrow night, so make sure your family watches it." He finishes. I just nod and we walk back hand and hand.

The newspaper is stupid.

I it in my hand with the CR snatching stories printed all along the pages. Murder trials, climate concerns and something new.
War warning.
They say in the article they have gotten anonymous messages through the radio. But it was too raspy for anyone to understand. They claimed a war was coming. Some say there is no war approching. Its confusing i dont know what to believe.

It would be really sucky if we had a war because none of the cities have a decent military. Only ages 17-30 can apply and they have to check your medical condition and alot of other colplicated things. Oh and only men can upply and its not manditory. Alot of people never apply because the conditions are horrible, bad salary, only 1-2 meals a day.

So if somebody would attack we would be screwed.

At 7 pm the next day me, my mom and Jason sitting cuddled up on the couch waiting for the news to come on. Jason sighs and takes his out his phone and texts his internet friend. Mom squeezes my hand, she was nervous. Finally the news comes on and Jason puts down his phone. The same guy came on he was Wren Johnson, the wide eyed exited news host. He starts speaking.

"good evening New York! Here we have me, Wren Johnson and my special guest Mia Callen."

I had no idea who Mia Callen was but I continued watching.

"At 4 pm 2 days ago a CR cop named Darron Greene got snatched by these mysterious criminals that we have no identity on yet. We got some footage from a hidden camera. Take a look.

Wren disappeared. I saw a road, I assumed it was the road from New York. There was an black clothed man, tall and looked very concerned, scared. There was no cops near by, just a truck. Suddenly a hand with a black glove grabs the CR cops arm and tugs him down. I look closer. The camera slid down for about 1/4 of a second then the footage went blurry and ended.