Wherever You Will Go

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A - Amelia, First

"Welcome to Ethics and Philosophy 1.4, I'm Mr Trace, nice to meet you," a tall, skinny guy with shaggy blonde hair greeted the class with a dull, boring voice. He sounded, and looked, like a teenager, or a surfer. People expected him to randomly say dude in the middle of a sentence, but he never did.

Amelia Leigh was nearly falling asleep at the back of the classroom. She was supposed to be sitting next to Carmen White, but she wasn't there that day. "Amelia Leigh?" Mr Trace called out suddenly, and she popped her head up.

"Um, yes?" she replied, and struggled to not yawn.

"Just checking that you're here. Do you prefer to be called Amelia or Amy?"

"Amelia," she instantly answered. Amelia didn't care for her name to be shortened or abbreviated, especially to Amy. She hated the name Amy; it didn't suit her at all.

It kind of used to suit her when she was younger, but she was never called Amy when she was younger. It only ever bothered to her dad that giving her a nickname would be fun, but he'd gone anyway.

Mr Trace babbled on and on about Hinduism, and Amelia puffed out her cheeks in boredom. She scanned the room, and all of her peers. Some of them, she'd met back in Juniors, but now she was in Seniors, and most of them were from other schools.

The room wasn't that big, perhaps the size of her bedroom at home, maybe a bit bigger. There was around four tables, and 21 people (she counted), including herself and all the people who were not there, even Carmen.

Boredom had become severe for Amelia, and she started drawing in her notebook.

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Amelia stared at the drawing, and frowned. It's the pills, she thought. I think I need to start taking them again, I have to tell mom.

"And, kids, I guess that's the end of the lesson. Homework is to research about the Hindu signs and gods. Can anyone name the most famous god before we all go?" Mr Trace asked, and Joseph Higgins raised his hand. Mr Trace nodded at him.

"The Elephant one?" Joseph asked, and everyone laughed.

"Very funny Joseph. Anyway, go and research them, and I'll see you all next lesson. Have a great day!" Everyone pushed and shoved to get out of the door. There wasn't many people in the class, but all of them could sure push. Amelia struggled, and she managed to get out one before last, right in front of Joseph.

"Amelia, right?" Joseph asked, and Amelia nodded.

"Yeah, Joseph, right?"

"Right, but I prefer to be called Joe. I'm not the father of Jesus, I may be tall but I'm not old," he replied, and Amelia giggled.

Joe was tall, brown-haired, funny, and cute. Amelia had forgotten to wear contacts that day, so she looked like a dork in her large, black glasses. She pushed them up on her nose as they started to slip down, and he smiled at her.

"Where are you now?" Joe asked.

"Um, English 3.6 with Miss Coops," Amelia replied, and Joe's eyes widened slightly.

"Well, how about I walk you over there?" he asked, and shuffled his feet nervously.

"Sure," Amelia smiled, they turned round, and started walking.

"So, what religion are you?" Joe asked.

"Bit of a weird question to ask..."

"No, it's just that we were talking about it in EP, and you didn't talk about yours. I don't know, I'm just wondering."

"Oh. Well, I'm Christian."

"Cool, I'm Jewish."

"That's cool," Amelia replied. Her parents thought that Jews were crazy, but his parents probably thought that Christians were crazy.

"If God hasn't made Jesus and blessed Mary and Joseph with him, then how could Mary be a virgin and give birth to him? It's simply impossible, it must have been God. Oh, Jews are absolutely insane!" Amelia's dad would tell her in the car ride to the Church every Sunday morning.

It doesn't matter if Joe is a Jew, Amelia thought. It's not like there's a reason for him to meet my parents. Not yet, anyway.

"This is your stop," Joe explained, and they stopped outside E9.

"Thanks for walking me," she replied, and smiled at him.

"No problem," he smiled back.

"Bye," she said, then started walking into the classroom. He started walking behind her. "Oh, are you in this-"

"Class? Yeah."

"Oh, right," she blushed, and looked down at the floor.

"I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then." She looked up at him, and half smiled in glee.

Ew, not him, a voice spoke in her mind. He looks like a player. You don't want to be played, do you?

Well, I'm used to it, having been played by you.