You Changed Me [On Hold]

Chapter 7: Amy Lilian Farren

In this chapter, It's gonna be all about Amy Lilian Farren.

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 Hi, my name is Amy Lilian Farren but Ciara calls me “Lil” or “Lily Pie”. I have long blonde hair with purple and blue dip dye. I’m 16 years old and I go to LACHSA, and I’m in the Dance Department. When I was about 13-14 years old, my parents and I went to London, England, because of my dad’s job, as a business man. I went back to L.A. when I was about 15 years old, and I’ve lost two people that were and still important to me, my parents.

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It all happened, when we were in London, my mom and my dad went out to eat and celebrate their anniversary, and I was left in the house. When they left, I took a shower, put on my pajamas and logged into twitter, and I also invited some of my friends, and we watched a movie in my house. After watching two movies, the phone rang.

Me: Hello? This is the Farren residence, who is this?

Person: Are you Amy? Jack and Lola Farren’s daughter?

Me: Yes, why? What happened?

I can hear the other line go silent. My heartbeat was twice as fast as my normal one. I’m scared.

Me: Tell me, WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!

Person: They were in a car accident. They had a head-on collision with a six wheeler truck.

I. Was. Speechless. My eyes started to sting, my heart hurts. It felt like I was shot in the heart. I broke down into tears, and James, my best friend, came to comfort me.

Me: A-are….. t-they… a-alright?

Person: …………… the doctor’s trying everything he can with your parents.

Me: O-okay….

James took the phone from me and talked to the person from the other line. I was shocked with what he did, and after a few minutes of talking, he put down the phone, told everyone to leave and then when everyone left, we went to the hospital. Through the whole ride, I was shaking and still crying, but harder. James entwined his hand with mine and I held it tighter, I was really glad to have a best friend like him. We finally arrived the hospital and went inside. I went to the counter and asked the lady where Jack and Lola Farren were and told her that I was their daughter. I can see the sadness in her eyes, like she was feeling sorry for me, and then she took the phone and called the doctor. I had already made an assumption, that my parents were dead, and I was right. The doctor told me that the damage was too much and they didn’t survive, I thanked the doctor for all his hard work and effort, and then left. We went to the parking lot, got in the car and the ride back home was very silent and I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was being carried up to my room.

James: Hey sleepyhead.

Me: Where are we?

James: At your house, I’m carrying you to your room.

Me: Thanks James, but you can put me down here.

James: Okay, but I’ll be downstairs if you need me.

Me: Yeah, thanks James.

James: No problem, just get some sleep and we’ll sort things out tomorrow. Night.

Ha planted a kiss on my forehead, and then went downstairs.

Me: Good night.

I went in my room and immediately fell on my bed, and I started crying, again. After hours of crying, I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by the smell of waffles. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen, and I was surprised with what I saw, James, he was actually cooking breakfast.

Me: Morning James.

James: Morning, I’m almost done cooking.

Me: Okay

I sat down on the high chair and waited for my food. After five minutes, we started eating. He cooked a lot and it was all delicious, there were eggs, bacon, sausages, toast bread, waffles, pancakes, juice and coffee.

Me: WOW! This is a lot and when I say a lot I mean it, and it’s sooooo delicious!!

James: Haha!! Thanks!

After we were done eating, I volunteered to wash the dishes, since he cooked breakfast. That’s the least I can do, after he came with me to the hospital yesterday. Mom, Dad. They’re already dead. I can feel my eyes sting and they started to get blurry.

*CRASH*

One of the dishes fell on the floor, while I was soaping it. James immediately ran into the room, and went to me. He took my hands and washed it, good thing it wasn’t scratched. We went to the living room, and sat on the couch. He wrapped me in his arms and I buried my face unto his chest, and I started crying and he was comforting me, telling me it’s going to be alright, that he’ll always be here for me. After awhile, I calmed down and he brought me a glass of water, and then I leaned over him and I started to fall asleep.

I was awoken with a nightmare, at 3:00 in the morning, and I was sweating. I went to the bathroom and washed my face and changed my clothes. I logged into twitter and tumblr, cause I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my mentions and I saw the sympathy tweets my so called friends tweeted me, from “we’re really sorry for your loss” to “we’ll always be here for you”, but the other tweets were really sincere, even though the people who tweeted that to me weren’t close. I couldn’t help but get angry, because those so called friends were the ones who hated me from the moment they saw me, but still pretended to be my friends. I really hate those kind of people. I closed my laptop, went back to bed and then I slept.

After a week, we held the wake for my parents in L.A. Most of my relatives were there and they felt sorry for me, but I knew that none of them wanted to take me in. After the wake, which was about one week, they buried my parents. I was really glad that they found peace and I can visit them anytime I wanted too, cause I was gonna go back to L.A. maybe next year. We, meaning James and I, went back to London and he stayed or he lived in my house, with me, and left when I went back to America. 

 I was 15 when I went back to America, and I was right, none of my relatives wanted to take me in. James told me that I could stay with him and his family in England, but I told him thanks, but no thanks, cause my home is here, in L.A. but we still text and call each other, even Skype. The plane was about to land and I wasn’t that excited, cause I had no friends here, cause we always traveled a lot, and if I did, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t remember me. I went out of the plane, and into the airport. I didn’t bring much, only my backpack, cause I had all of my stuff flown to America, two days before I left and had it delivered today, to Holiday Inn. It was easier for me cause the hotel was just five minutes away, so there will be no chance of my luggage getting lost, unless they’re that dumb.

I quickly went out of the airport, called a cab and went to my parents’ grave. After 30 minutes, I went to the hotel and up to my room and saw my luggage was there, thanks goodness, and I gave the bellboy a tip. I saw my room and it was huge. One king bed with a really beautiful view of the city.High-speed Internet access and a 42-inch flat-screen TV. There is also a bathroom with a really huge bath tub and you can also use rain shower and the toilets have bidet's.

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After that, a lot of things happened. I met Ciara, and after one long conversation, we became best friends. Now, I'm living with them, they're my new family, but me and her brother, Jeremy, have been hiding something for a long time, we're dating. I'll tell the story some other time, why or when we became a couple, but Ciara or her dad doesn't know about me and Jer only Peter, cause he saw us making out, in Jer's room. ;)