When Sparks Ignite

Chapter Three: Education Is Important

I woke up when I felt my shoulder being shaken. I opened one of my eyes and when Amnesty saw she just smiled and kept shaking me. Flipping over I placed a pillow over my head. "Aunt Sammi...Aunt Sammi," Amnesty yelled, shaking me continuously.

"I don't want to get up. Five more minutes." She was quiet for a few moments, but then she ruined my peace again.

"No. Get up cause we have to go paint shopping. Oh, and I'm hungry." I pushed off the pillow and jumped off the bed. Amnesty doing the same. She wobbled a bit, but she straightened out as I started to look for the clothing boxes again.

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We had breakfast at a little diner since I had yet to have had time to go grocery shopping. We headed to the school which was only ten minutes away. I was glad that I would be able to drive her to school.

I pulled up to the administration building. Amnesty grabbed my hand on the way inside. I saw some chairs against the wall so I went and sat her on one so I could go talk to the secretary.

She was an older lady, she looked about forty. Looking up at me, her laugh lines showing, she smiled at me, "Hello dear how may I help you?"

"Yes, hello. My name is Samantha Taylor. I called about a week ago and enrolled my niece Amnesty." She looked at me with sympathy, but I kept my face a blank, friendly mask.

"I heard what happened. I'm deeply sorry about your sister and her husband." I smiled kindly at her, not trusting my voice. She took that as my sign of thanks and thankfully changed the subject. "Well now met me just grab her file here and see who her teacher is. Lets see, here it is, She had Miss Houston, room 203. Today's the first day and school doesn't start for another twenty minutes," she commented glancing at her watch, "so if you want, she can go ahead and start with the others."

"I'll go ask Amnesty what she thinks."

"Alright dear." She turned when her phone rang. I went over and knelt in front of Amnesty. She was playing Angry Pigeons on my phone.

"Hi Auntie," she said looking up at me and then back at the game.

"Hey sweetheart. The nice lady over there said if you wanted to you could start today with everybody else." She looked at me with her thinking face. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed.

"Okay," she drawled out, "but we still go shopping later, right?"

Oh thank God, I thought. As much as I love Amnesty it is hard to unpack when she is constantly wanting to play. "Yeah, we'll still go shopping later. I also have a surprise for you." Her eyes got wide and excited. I cut her off when she tries asking what it was, "you have to wait until after school."

She frowned at me and crossed her arms, pouting. "Now that doesn't look like a little girl who wants her surprise. I guess I'll just have to find another little girl that wants a surprise." I turned away from her and looked over my shoulder. She stopped pouting. "Fine," she replied uncrossing her arms, "I want my surprise."

"Then show me a smile," I said. She smiled sarcastically at me. Just like Izzy, go figure. I took her hand and walked up to the secretary to ask for direction to her class. She pointed to the left.

I proceeded down the hallway looking at the classroom numbers...199...201...203. Finally. I knocked on the door hearing a quiet come in from inside. I opened the door to see a woman who looked around my age of twenty-two. I smiled at her to which she returned one just as kind.

Good deal, I thought to myself, she got a nice teacher.

"Well hello there," she said, "my name is Miss Houston." She bent down to Amnestys level. "You must be Amnesty Jones, right?" Amnesty nodded trying to hide behind my legs. Miss Houston stood back up, "and you must be her-"

"Aunt," I told her hoping she would drop the subject. I took my hand from Amnesty's and stuck it out for her to shake, "Samantha Taylor. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She took my hand, but then she froze. After which her smile was so big I thought she would hurt herself.

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere Miss Taylor." She just kept smiling while I looked at her in confusion. She realized I didn't know what she meant or something because she blushed profusely. "You did write When Sparks Fly. Right?" she explained looking at her feet embarrassed.

"Oh yes you must have recognized me from my photo on the back," I chuckled when she let go of the breath she had been holding and sighed with relief. "Well Miss Houston I really must be going. Lots of unpacking. So if there is nothing else?"

"Of course. Don't worry. I'll take good care of her," she smiled as I peeled the little girl attached to my leg off. When I finally had Amnesty settled I began walking back towards the door. I had just opened it when Miss Houston came up to me. I looked at her questionably. "Um I didn't know if I was going to see you for awhile," she said looking at anything but me, "so I was just wondering, um, would you sign my book?"

*Author's Note*

This one is for you Sam. You've been asking me to update so here it is. I feel like you're the only one really reading though. But that's okay, just means I'm not a great writer. Oh well. Anyway, it's very early in the morning, right now, at the time I'm writing this. So I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight/morning.

Sincerely yours,

Adrianna