Amy's POV-
She blinked before responding, "First telling me your names; since you are both proper young ladies." She tried to make her face look regal and queenly like and it would've worked had it not been for the fact that she was cocooned by blankets.
"Oh no what if she's like Mrs. Rogers, Poppy!" I clasped my hands faking concern and turned to look at my friend that was sitting cross-legged with a small smile upon her face. "I think we should send her back into the freezing, wind that's blowing furiously outside."
The lady in blankets dropped her regal stare and looked with concerned green eyes between us two. After a moment she a sigh, this time it was an exasperated one, "Fine, my name is Gertrude Corelaster, pleasure to meet you." Gertrude cleared her throat probably expecting our names.
"but I bet you already know our names..." I chuckled "You've heard us converse to each other plenty of times."
"Yes, but it's formal and polite in greeting." She retorted putting back on the regal face.
I let out a sigh. "I am Amy Tomson and-"
Gertrude interrupted, "No now your partner speaks for herself." Poppy looked a bit surprised. I was just irritated. Gertrude looked pleased.
"Oh... uh, and I uh am Poppy Smith uh.... Please to meet you." Poppy flustered.
"Very good!"
"I don't want lessons in etiquette." I growled.
"But you apparently need lessons in manners." Gertrude retorted coolly. Poppy giggled. "Besides you never know when you might need them."
"I won't need them." I huffed and decided to change the topic. "If you're going to stay here or in town in you'll have to change your look. It's definitely distinct." I paused before adding "And people are junkies for the News they'll know who you are if you keep your style."
Poppy grabbed a strand of hair that showed from the cocoon of quilts.
"We'll have to dye you're hair a different color maybe."
"And perhaps some contacts for her eyes. My Mom has some colored one; blue I think." I suggested.
"Your sister-"
"Step-sister"
"Right... Right...She dyed her hair. She might have some left."
I mumbled a 'maybe' in reply to that. If there was any hair dye left it would be simple enough to get it; we shared a bathroom. The contacts lenses not so much for I would have to sneak into my mom's bathroom to get them using the vents which were usually horribly dusty from lack of A.C usage. I didn't mind the cold weather, but I loathed the heat and couldn't stand it when it was boiling outside.
"Come we'll go to my house now." I gestured towards Poppy's door. Poppy seemed a bit worried at the prospect however. "Are you sure about that, Amy? You won't get in trouble?"
"Not if you don't get caught." I flashed a sneaky grin.****
"Is there a reason we're in a back alley?" Gertrude shivered. Clouds still clouded above; they apparently hadn't decided yet to open and pour down pelts of rain.
"Yes actually, there is a less likely hood of us being seen if we're here. Very few people come down alleyways, so I doubt that we're not going to bump into someone." I replied. Gertrude fell silent now. I didn't mind; Poppy kept up with me and filled out the silence and I told her about my day, getting detention, the conversation with Mike, and searching for her. I didn't know if I should tell her about the journal though.
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Demons
FantasySmall towns hold the most secrets, some more dangerous than others. What happens when people start to be murdered or others begin to go missing? The police don't know who or what is killing these people. Amy is just a 16 year old girl who even in he...