The Moon Childe (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9: Dream Or Memory?

Amelia reopened her eyes slowly, after all the previous times of being knocked out, she grew weavy about ever opening her eyes ever again. She hoped that she was dead, to just start new, to never have to see any of them again; even James and Neston. However, she did wish them the best of luck in their situation; she just really didn't want to have to worry about anyone ever again.

The edges of her vision were blurry, but the center focal point was clear. Her back was lying on soft, confortable fabric, her body was covered with fluffy blanets, and her head rested on the plushest pillow. She saw a clean, white surface over head, with a smoke alarm placed away from the air vent. A ceiling fan was quickly spinning above, knocking the dangling switches against the light. The attic door was shut but part of a corner was indented inwards; she remembered trying to climb in the attic years ago. It was her old room in Oregon.

She sat up and looked around; her room was exaclty as she remembered, a small television on her dresser across the room, a small white desk under the large window with many of art supplies on it, toys were placed neatly in their respected places and a large threaded pink rug was covering the most of the open floor. Pink and purple butterflies and red ladybugs were painted on the white walls with the base boards painted green like grass and had flowers growing from the ground. A pile of stuffed animals were stacked in a corner of the room with the biggest animals in the back and the smaller ones in the front.

A pink butterfly mirror was hanging on the opposite wall of her door. Lance curtains lined her open window, a night light was plugged in the wall socket closest to her bed (she swore to herself never to stick her fingure in it), and a massive pile of Play-Doh containers were lying next to the bed. This was definitely her first room in Oregon.

To be sure, Amelia crawled off the bed and checked under her bed. She found her old school backpack, filled with crayons, folders, and a notebook. She fished the notebook out and read the cover of it; "Best Friends Forever" was the embedded words on top. Underneath it was her childish handwriting, barely readble, but it had her name, and her three first friends on the cover; Alexis, Maria, and Zach. She opened to the first page and read what she could, it was the first time they all spent the night together. Each child had written their future careers and where they wanted to live; all four of them wanted to live together. Alexis wanted to a singer, Maria to become a cowgirl, Zach was a video game creator, and Amelia said she wanted to become an astronaut.

She turned the page, nothing was writen. Amelia became confused; before she moved away from Oregon, the notebook she filled out with her friends was full of memories and pictures, this book was empty.

"Amelia!" she heard her name called from downstairs. She only looked, not moving, afraird of this strange universe. Curious, she shoved the friendship notebook back into her backpack and pushed it under her bed. She stood up and walked towards the slightly closed door. As if a twitch in her neck made her, she glanced over her shoulder into the mirror; she hair was brown again, her skin full of color, and her eyes blue again. She stared at her mirror, unsure if the reflection was really her. With a slightly fatter face and bigger eyes, Amelia realized that she was a child again, as well as having her birth features returned. Whatever came over her, she began to enjoy  having a second chance to relive her lost childhood.

She flung the door open and ran on the wooden hallway floor onto the wooden stairs. She ran down the stairs until she landed on the ground floor; everything she remembered was the same, from the location of the front door, to the furniture. She glanced around to find her family, hopely not already neglecting her.

Her mother, extremely more beautiful than she remembered, waddled her way to the bottom of the stairs; she was still pregnant with Brandon. Her golden brown hair layered to her slinder shoulders, her breasts surprisingly bigger, probably because of the pregnancy, and her prefectly formed legs were wrapped around blue demin jeans. With no shoes on her bare feet, her foot steps were light for her larger form; her green eyes were bright and full of hopes and possilbities; stickingly similiar to Neston's.