Nostalgic Obsession

Three Days Later

Chapter Two

“I’ll see you this afternoon Morty” Amelia grabbed her book bag and ran down stairs, looking for her scarf. “Don’t be late honey” Mark held out his daughter’s scarf as she rounded the corner into the living room.  

“Thanks daddy” she breathed as she wrapped the scarf around her pale neck. A weak smile spread on her lips and she stepped out the door to walk the 300 feet to the end of her driveway.

          She walked slowly checking the time ever so often. As she stopped at her familar waiting spot, she opened her book bag and pulled out her beloved camera.           She took some snap shots of the woods in front of her, across the road. Then a loud rusty bus stopped in front of her and she boarded it timidly. The doors closed with a gust of frigid air. She wet her lips gingerly and scanned the bus for a vacant seat. She passed a group of gothic boys that were talking.

          “Hey, Amelia”, A boy with black hair hanging in his face looked up at her and grinned profusely. He was rather pale. Just like her. She smiled back at him and took the empty seat behind him. She couldn’t remember his name, but had seen him on various occations talking to her tutor.

He turned around with a sort of fire in his sky blue eyes. Smiling he said, “How was your Spring Break?”

          “It was decent, nothing special” she blushed a bit and he laughed as he moved a piece of black hair out of his face. He had the most amazing eyes Amelia had ever seen. “My parents had a funeral about a week ago, and I got to help with that” She looked over at Blake who was sitting sideways with a grim look on his face.

          “How did you get to help with your parent’s funeral?” He added a hint of sarcasm.  

          “My parents own a funeral home dip shit” she averted her attention back to the goth boy and shivered at the cold.          He was wearing a plaid black and grey hoody with a black beanie. As far as Amelia was concerned he was as cute as a button.

          “Well I hope today turns out good.. And.. whats your name?” he locked eyes with her and stared intently.

          She replied with ease, “My name is Amelia Lockhart”, she grinned and fiddled with the big white bow at the center of her chest.

          “That’s a real pretty name. My name is Cody. Cody Nine. Nice to meet you”, he broke her gaze and returned to his friend’s conversation.

          All Amelia could think about was Cody. She smiled to herself thinking how her day could possibly end with his goodbye.  

          Reality slapped her in the face as soon as Holly walked up the dirty isle and sat down beside Amelia. Amelia sighed impatiently and averted her attention to the passing blur of whiteness beyond the cold windows of the bus

          “Whats up loser? How did your Spring break go? Did your parents get you a spell book for your Birthday?” her perfect brown curls bounced lightly as she laughed. Everyone turned and looked in her direction.

          How does she know my Birthday is during Spring Break? Amelia frowned.

          “What’s so funny Holly?” asked Blake. She grinned evil like and looked at Amelia, “Oh, Amelia was just telling me how her parents got her a book of spells for her Birthday.” Blake looked at Amelia as if she had something huge on her face. “Are you a witch or something?” Amelia’s eyes brimmed with tears as she held his gaze silently.