The Psychotic Adventures of Amelia Saturn

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     Amelia watched the beastly "man" slowly lick his curled lips as the boy screamed for help. She then jumped into action, ran up, and tackled the man to the ground. He landed with a huge thud and howled in pain. He clawed at Amelia and scratched her face and chest, but she pinned one of his arms down and took out her knife. She lifted it high into the air before ramming it into his large skull. The man screeched like a banshee and slowly began to jerk and shake before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he died. Amelia staggered to her feet and looked over to the boy, "Are you okay, citizen?" She asked as she put her hands on her hips to pose like a hero. The boy smiled at her in awe and said "I am, now! Thank you so much! You are the best hero in the world! And you're super pretty and heroic and amazing! You might even be better than Wonder Woman or Batma-"

"Ms. Saturn! Please keep your head out of the clouds and join us in class, please," the teacher, Mrs. Mills, said. She adjusted her glasses and continued to read from the book. Her face sagged and she had wrinkles by the mile. Her skin was a mocha brown and her black and grey hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Amelia thought she looked similar to a pug.

Just like normal Amelia had been daydreaming. She sighs as she listens to the teacher read on about geometry; she'd rather be reading one of her hero books instead. Amelia heard a few girls talk about calling herself a loser, as usual.

She looked at the clock and gave a faint smile. "Only ten more minutes, then I'll be home free," Amelia thought before she looked outside the window. She wanted to daydream but knew if she did that trouble will find its way to her.

"Mrs. Mills? When will we ever use this in life?" Madison asked with her annoying, high pitched voice. Amelia disliked her with a passion; she would always push Amelia into the lockers or call her rude and mean names. Madison had brown hair with pink ends, brown bug-like eyes, and a pair of big duck-like lips. She was one of the popular kids who had rich parents, but got kicked out of all the other rich schools for being too inappropriate with other male students. Her friends were only friends with her because she gave them free stuff.

"You'll use this many times in life, and you'll thank me and all the other teachers later down the road. Now all of you tidy up, it's almost time to leave." Mrs Mills said sternly, almost as if she was barking the order.

Amelia kept looking out the window and noticed the sky started to get darker as if a storm was rolling in. She sighed as she put her notebook back into her bag, zipped it up, then put it over her shoulder. She stood up and started to walk towards the door, but stopped instantaneously; she could feel someone starring at her.

She slowly turned around to look around the room to find out who it was. A girl with pale skin and blonde hair with ruby lips was glaring straight at her. Amelia froze and quickly looked down at her feet. Amelia walked quickly to the door. The bell ringed and Amelia followed the group of students out the door of the school. As Amelia was walking down the street she heard Madison and her friends walk behind her.

"Oh look, a trash can with legs. Do you really think that outfit is good enough to wear in public? You really must be stupid." Madison said with a smirk on her face while her friends giggled and laughed.

Amelia sighed and kept her head down and walked a little faster. She started to feel queasy and felt her hands get moist. Amelia knew her anxiety would be the death of her one day. While she kept walking the girls kept calling her names and making fun of her all the way to her house.

Amelia busted through her front door and slammed it shut. She darted up the steps, ran into her room, locked her door, and let out the breath she had been holding in. Amelia threw her bag down by her door and looked at a piece of yellow paper that was left on her bed.

Dear Daughter,

I will be assisting my boss in a very important project and will return home late. My apologies for leaving you alone yet again. I assure you we will have a night for you and I to enjoy dinner together. Until then be sure to fix yourself a decent meal and be safe.
My deepest regards.
-Mom.

Amelia looked in the mirror next to the bed and wiped the tears away that had fallen down her pink cheeks. Her mom always did this; she would say "one night we will spend time together", but it would never come. Amelia's mom has been a workaholic ever since her dad died. It was only Amelia and her mom now, but her mom would always believe her work was to help the family; in reality, it only made the "family" worse. Due to her mother's workaholic attitude and stern behavior toward Amelia when she was home, Amelia came to resent her mother, and in turn, resent herself; every time she looked in the mirror, she saw her mother. She had her mom's light brown skin and dark brown hair, although she had her father's lean build and blue eyes.

Amelia sighed and rubbed her temples. It is a big effort for Amelia to find beauty in herself, knowing she looks so similar to the person whom she despises, but calms her animosity for herself by assuring herself to be different than her mother when she was older. After calming herself down, Amelia looked out her window in hopes of finding something inspirational and uplifting. The sky, however, looked even darker than when she looked at it in class. Obviously a storm is rolling in, so she turned on her television to the news network to see how bad the storm should be.

"Attention! There will be severe storms. We advise you all to stay indoors and lock your windows. Expect flooding..." The weather man looked frightened, as if he knew something but wouldn't say.

Amelia got a strange feeling something big was about to happen. No later than the thought occurred, the ground began to shake and loud thunder shook the skies. Amelia fell on her bed and held her knees to her chest as the stuff in her room fell to the ground and the lights began to flicker. She squeezed her eyes shut and began to scream as the windows shattered. The thunder got louder, then faster, then even more louder until the sound was pounding onto her ear drums and she could barely hear her own screams. The scene sounded like a war zone.

All of a sudden, everything stopped. Amelia laid there a few more minutes before she looked outside her broken window. The streets were broken and cracked; debris had fallen from the sky and littered the horizon, and it likely the debris had struck the ground hard enough to leave the ground warped and risen in certain areas.

Amelia looked baffled at the sight, but snapped out of her awe when she heard a knock at the door. She hurried down and opened it to find a man whom she had never seen before. The man had strange, warped teeth, and his clothing was ripped and baggy. The man asked her in his breathless voice, "Hello... Are you the lady of this house?"

"Uh, yeah... I'm the, um, lady of this house. May I help you?" Amelia asked. While answering him Amelia tried to look around him and to see more of the details at the broken neighborhood.

"Yes, I would appreciate it if I could take shelter here... The weather is very awful and my home was destroyed in the earthquake and aftermath... I live 4 homes down the street, and it looks as if your home is the only one not ready to flatten itself." He said as he peered inside the house.

Amelia thought for a second; this is something that happens in movies right before the person at the door kills the big-hearted homeowner, but quickly changed her mind when she took her eyes off of the neighborhood and saw the mans bloody knees and smashed hand. The man looked very gruesome and too weak to harm her in any way.

"Oh geez! Of course! Here, let me go get some wraps for those." She said as she pointed to his injuries and took a step back to let him in.

The man sighed in relief and walked slowly inside. He quickly went to sit on the couch. Amelia rushed to the hall closet, pulled out the first aid kit, and walked over to the man. Amelia started pulling out the debris stuck in the man's wounds, all the while enduring the disheartening groans of pain. The man offered his yellow-ish hand that was covered in blood to her so she could use her gauze and wrap it up. As she was fixing his badly damaged hand, the door was struck down, and the girl who was staring at her in class ran into the living room.

"Stop! He's not what you think! He's a demon!" The girl yelled.