The Grey Soul

CHAPTER III

3
"Once a criminal, always a criminal"
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Amelia's POV
Monday, 3:58 PM.

After getting that really unsettling text message a while ago, I decided to be on the safe side so I began to speed-walk. Better safe than sorry as they say. I walked past a lovely suburban, just some streets away from our own. Sometimes I just get really paranoid, I don't know why, it's just like an instinct. I was walking on the street, safe from the dark forest, when I thought of what mom needed help with that was so urgent. I hope it wasn't anything bad or serious.

I walked up our doorstep and unlocked our door.

"Mom! I am home!", I yelled. Why I am being so nervous? Probably just some side-effects from the incident in the forest. My heart was beating fast, and I felt my breathing become irregular. The really small incident had a huge impact on me. How annoying that the pranksters was getting their way.

"Upstairs, honey!", she yelled back. I released my breath. Everything seemed normal. I quickly laid my backpack on the floor before I kicked off my shoes and lastly, hung my jacket back on the wall before I went upstairs to her office where I assumed she was. She is always there, working on something. She is so hardworking and strong, I really look up to her as my idol.
I walked up the long and breathtaking staircase before I finally reached her office. The door was already open, so I just walked straight in.

"Hi mom, did you need help with something?", I asked her while offering her a smile.

"Oh, hi Amelia, I am away in a meeting when the electrician is coming over soon, could you be nice and lead him where he is supposed to change our spotlights?", she informed me while returning my smile. I raised one of my eyebrows.
What?
I blinked at her in astonishment a couple of times. I was taken off guard.

"Is it something wrong, honey?", she asked amused while raising one eyebrow.

Yes, it is. You texted me and told me to get home as soon as possible to take in the electrician?
Like seriously mom?

Just kidding.

I just shook my head smiling at her.

"No, sure, I can take him in!", I said, still a bit perplexed.

"Oh well, thank you, honey! I always knew I could rely on you", she said giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"No problem, mom", I said sincerely while I smiled at her. I walked out of her office still a bit bemused. I shook my head and smiled lightly. Mom is just so cute. I strolled over to my gorgeous room. I just love the furnishings. The light grey walls goes so well with the white furnishings, my bed, desk and closet. My room is my actual home. Beside my real home though.

Home sweet home.

While I stared at my room in admiration and smiled for myself, mom went downstairs to leave for her meeting. I followed her to the hall. She was dressed very nicely. She had a white blouse tucked into her black dress trousers, followed by her black high heels. Her usual shoulder-lemgth, curly hair was straightened, which gave her an astounding look.

"You look really beautiful, mom", I complimented her.

"Thanks honey, you're such a sweetheart", she said touched. It's true, she truly is beautiful. I inherited the curly, red-brownish hair from her, only that I inherited wavy hair, including some facial features, like my eyes. My blue/green eyes is almost identical to hers. I am so grateful for that. My eyes are more sparkling and you can easily get lost in them, according to James. James got dark blonde hair and green eyes. He always joked about me being a younger version of mom, even though it doesn't make any sense now that I am older.