"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴.. 𝘶𝘮, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯... 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴!"
"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴."
Amelia was raised on sweet tea and Sunday mornings, but after the untimely passing of her father, her family trades Texas wheat fields for...
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Amelia's eyes open groggily to a warm glow, and strangely, a toilet. There's a blistering ache in the back of her head; she must've passed out and smacked it on the tub or something. Almost every muscle in her body feels sore, she can hardly pull herself off the floor.
This is probably expected when you get hit by a car.
Nonetheless, Amelia makes it up before staring at herself in the mirror. Was last night really worth it? Did she have to do all of that? Probably not, but there's nothing she can do about it now.
The doorknob twists open, revealing a relieved Preston. He keeps his distance. "You didn't come to watch TV last night, Cash was upset."
Amelia looks at her appearance. "Yeah, tell the little bud I said sorry, I have somethin' else I've gotta do."
"Amelia," He blurts sharply, roughly landing his arm on the doorway. Amelia's startled at the action; it's seldom Preston ever raises his voice. "Sorry, But you've been ignorin' him for a while. A lot of us, really. And believe it or not, more than we want you to." Preston takes a deep breath, relaxing. "Tell him yourself."
Amelia fishes through her drawer for a toothbrush, almost missing his comment. "Fine. I will."
"You will," He demands, pushing off the doorway and stepping back. "And you'll tell me what's goin' on later, too. Right?"
With a mouth full of toothpaste, Amelia can't respond. She sticks a thumb in the air.
Preston leaves her room disappointed, but satisfied nonetheless.
The mere second Preston shuts the door, Amelia speed-brushes her teeth, spits out the toothpaste, and washes out her mouth. She flees (wobbles, really) to her plants. They all looked fine, (save for her plant) but she did not.
She places her hands an inch or two away from her knee on both sides. From her hands flew wisps of green, flowing around her knee until it mended partially.
Healed, for the most part, Amelia starts getting ready for school, throwing on a red long sleeve, jeans, and a grey pair of New Balances. After brushing her hair, doing some makeup (mainly covering up bruises or scratches), and eating some breakfast, her morning routine is complete. She grabs a jacket and her backpack, waits for her brothers, and heads off for school.
What a morning.
The school day has gone on smoothly, for the most part. She was able to skip her lunch with Peter by staying with Blake in the cheer room, and never said a word during the first and second periods.
God bless, she doesn't have third period with Peter.
In the middle of Mrs.Norris's explanation of adjacent angles, Amelia's head starts to ache behind her eyes. She raises her hand and asked to get a drink from the water fountain.
