Time waits for Nobody

Chapter three

Three

It had been a long day for Amy; as soon as she got home she took off her shoes, stripped and gladly sunk into the nice warm bubble bath. She closed her eyes and almost mewed like a content kitten in the pure pleasure of it. She strongly drank in the powerful scent of lavender hanging like a cloud over the tub. Lavender was her scent for everything she bought, it was a scent of peace and contentment a scent that always reminded her of a beautiful spring day, the sun shining, the sky a vivid blue the birds chirping, the butterflies gently flapping their wings a cool breeze swaying the trees as if they were dancing to a music only they could here. It was amazing how when life handed you a beautiful white canvas we always concentrate on the little dot on it and forget about the rest of the canvas that was ours for the taking to paint the life we wanted. Life would definitely never hand you a dotless canvas there would always be something amiss in everyone’s life at any given moment. But sometimes it was about forgetting the dot existed and painting whatever you want over and around it.

She had gone around to eleven boutique’s in the past months showing her designs, initially Amelia wanted to open her own boutique eventually but she was clever enough to realise she didn’t have  enough know how to run her own place she  would have to work in a boutique for a while in order to gain experience and knowledge. Amelia was gifted and it would not take time for her to learn all she needed to know she had an almost photogenic memory, and could add and subtract huge figures in her head, she had a good eye for colour and could easily tell the centre of a room or a piece of cloth just by looking at it. She had been an amazing contribution to Silone and Partners and they had called her thrice since she left even offering to double her salary and give her Nicolette’s job but she turned them down and had instead offered to help whenever they needed her. When she was young this very gift had been a reason for torment at school, maybe it was then that she realised she was different and would probably never fit in. sometimes it was overwhelming how much data her brain could soak up in one go, it was like feeding an elephant, it was insatiable. She had finished high school five years ahead of her classmates and they hated her for it. Then had come the years of the headaches, chronic headaches had almost blinded her and she had had to slow down on the reading and when she had finally recovered she could now control her mind, she realised she didn’t need to be a genius to live a good life, she only needed to be clever to make it. Her father had encouraged her to do something brilliant with her life but because she had hated her father she refused to do anything he said. So instead she had settled for a degree in engineering and then got the job at Silone and Partners. She didn’t want to be rich or famous she just wanted to be ordinary; her bosses at Silone and Partners did not even begin to understand what she was capable of. Most people realised she was clever, intelligent but except for her family and a few friends no one knew she bordered on genius. But every blessing comes with a curse, just like a rose one of the most beautiful flowers on earth comes with thorns. Though her mind was so superior her emotional setup was the most pathetic she had come across. She was so unstable emotionally that she had tried to commit suicide twice, it took effort for her not to get into depression or for her not to breakdown, she had had quite a number of emotional breakdowns in the past years and it has d taken her superior mind to drum some logic into her and get her up again. How she wished she was normal.

She had been born into a blessed family, a family with money and she had hated it, money made slaves out of people, the more they got, the more they wanted, and the more they wanted, the more they began to act like robots, slaves controlled by the need to get more. Her father was the most unemotional man she had come across, that was the only thing of him that she wished she had inherited, Her father was a brilliant and so was her mother it was probably the combination of the two that her turned into a walking computer but despite their intelligence and money there had been little joy in the Curtis family. Her father was so busy trying to make money for his so called family while he neglected them. She would have rather had a poor dad but who was always at home, she had vowed that she would never marry a rich man. She never wanted to go through what she had seen her mother go through, what she had gone through herself.