Amelia Rain

1. Family History

Hi.

My name is Amelia Rain. I come from a very interesting line of people. That's why it's so fascinating that I'm so... Uninteresting. Ordinary, by most people's standards. My father tolerates it. My mother hates it. And don't even get me started on my siblings.

My mother, Helena, must've been some kind of problem child when she was younger. You know, one of those kids that rebels against their parents by wearing ten pounds of eyeliner and acts either sullen or angry all the time? She thinks being goth is everything. Gothic mansion, gothic decoration, gothic clothes, gothic makeup, gothic attitude. I bet she was a lot like my sister Carson when she was younger attitude wise, but we'll get to her. Clothing wise though, they're complete opposites. While they both constantly wear black, my mother always insists on wearing these elaborate dresses. Usually, they incorporate lace or metal studs or some other elaborate key feature. Not to mention the shoes.

My father, Oliver, is where all the magic comes from, really. Well, if you consider magic a scary thing. I come from a long, long line of Rains from my father's side and I have seemingly endless relatives with the same last name. I sometimes fear these people all marry their cousins in order to keep the line going so strong like this. In contrast to my mother, (whose family I've hardly ever heard of,) we see these relatives all the time. It's as if we're having a literal ball every weekend in our great room (which it's not like we don't have the room for it) with all the frighteningly over dressed relatives we have slinking around, coming to have a chat with my father. I don't know what they even say to each other, the man hardly ever speaks to me. He's more of an eerie presence in our home than an authority figure. My mother already takes care of  that.