Chapter 1

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Amelia's POV

"Beach City. The place I never wanted to go to but had no choice. A place where things get stranger and the people get weirder. I'm a quiet person, my motto is talk less, smile more as you can say. It's been 2 years since my father died, and 19 since my mother. I keep seeing this pink woman with a diamond in her stomach I assume that's what my mother looks like but I wouldn't know my father never kept any photos of her or of them together. Almost they never really existed here....

I sat there writing in today's journal entry. I looked up from writing and sighed. I closed my journal and put it in my bag and walked toward my apartment. It's small but comfortable. As I walked in, the room looked like it has been trashed. Bookcases knocked over, dining ware were shattered. I looked in horror, running through my house to a secret room, a room which only I knew about. I burst through the door of that secret room, only to find a group of what looked like people but also not. I looked closely at one of them... they're gems. "What the hell" I questioned them. They all looked at me and then looked at each other, and ignored my question.
"There's nothing here Garnet" the white one here.
"That's impossible. There has to be something here. I saw it here, in this place" said the tall one.
"Um, what are you doing in my apartment" I asked with a demanding tone.
"Have you seen a pink gem" the purple one.
"Amethyst, you can't just keep asking humans if they have seen any gems" said the white one.
"Oh chill out Pearl. Don't be so uptight" said the purple one. Before Pearl could speak the taller one spoke.
"Pearl, Amethyst we have one goal. Enough bickering."
"Can someone explain who you guys are and what are you doing in my apartment" I demanded. They all looked at me, with a straight face.
"We will explain, just not at this moment. Guys let's go" the white one explained. With that they were walking away, leaving me alone with the mess they made. I looked down at my stomach, and wondered: was it me they were looking for?

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