Wish You Were Here [sporadic updates]

Chapter Two: Amelia's chance

Author's note:  Honourable mention to Lexipedia (Lexie), I dedicated the prologue to her already but that girl makes me keep loving her even more now that she made a cover for me! ^_^ Don't you guys LAAAV it?! I've never had a proper cover before. Its so pretty......

Also shoutout to Teddy (also known as Unique_Gurl on here) because she is so sweet and she gave me an awesome birthday greeting the other week.

I tried to make this a long one, I hope you enjoy it.

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Dad and I were still on icy terms after I received Doppelganger in the mail, we barely said two words to each other throughout the past few days. I didn't know whether he was angry at me because I accused him of sending Doppelganger or at something else. But then again, its not really surprising when Dad snaps at me.

Don't get me wrong, my Dad doesn't abuse me. In fact, I couldn't ask for a better father than him. Its not his fault that his only child reminds him of his dead wife. That is actually an understatement: I am the spitting image of her. Poor Dad.

While my dad was blaring out the tennis on the television downstairs in the living room, I was cooped up in my room avoiding him, otherwise known as 'The Haven', researching the Musée d'Orsay on my laptop. I still couldn't get Doppelganger out of my head. My dad probably thought it was a practical joke or something, but if it was - it was a pretty sick joke. Not many people knew about my mother, we were relatively new here, so it'd be highly unlikely. I remembered his face when the next day I eagerly looked through the mail again to see if there would be another Doppelganger. And the day after that. Up until today. He looked at me like I was crazy, but at the same time I saw understanding and pity in his eyes - because if Doppelganger was addressed to him, we both knew he'd be exactly the same as I was: desperate for the truth, no, desperate for anything to do with Mum.

 A little noise beeped on my laptop, someone sent me a message on Facebook,

Nicole Kuffmaan: So, anymore Doppelgangers?

If there was one other person I could tell about Doppelganger, it'd be my polar opposite yet exactly the same best friend, Nic.

Amelia Davidson: Nope. And Dad thinks I'm crazy for thinking I'll get more.

Nicole Kuffmaan: Well, he's got a point babes. Maybe your mum did send it but it was lost in the mail and they sent it thinking 'better late than never'?

Amelia Davidson: I think the Royal Mail will have your arse if they heard you say that.

Nicole Kuffmaan: LOL shup. Wouldn't your Mum have sent it from Paris though?

Amelia Davidson: Look mate. Even if it was lost in the process, it still wouldn't explain how it got my address 29 years on. Also, my mum hadn't even met my dad yet! How would she know she'd have a daughter and call it Amelia?!

Nicole Kuffmaan: You just called yourself an 'it'.

Amelia Davidson: Shut it Nic. Be serious.

Nicole Kuffmaan: Fine, wait for more Doppelgangers then? You nutcase.

Amelia Davidson: Then what?

Nicole Kuffmaan: How am I supposed to fucking know?

Amelia Davidson: Because you're supposed to know everything. You're the Almighty Oracle, you bitch.

Nicole Kuffmaan: Aha well, this Almighty Oracle sees a stomach... empty... waiting to be filled... the Almighty Oracle hears Pablo growling because 'It' won't let her eat....