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Chapter Two.
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𝓐melia Hastings was no normal teenage girl. She did not attend finishing school, nor was she appealing to any potential suitors of choice. She was simply just herself; a curious and often sarcastic girl with a cunning grin and ache for adventure. Yet, she never found trouble. In all honesty, it found her. So it was no surprise to the brown eyed girl that she had just been swept into quite the dangerous situation.
The rush of adrenaline was unlike anything she had experienced before. Time seemed to slow down the second her foot left the platform, but the rapid beating of her heart (seemingly doing backflips in her chest) brought her back to reality. She heard a final shaky breath and the yell of her friends as they jumped off the train and tumbled down the hill. The train wheels whirred as it flew past, heading out onto the bridge and cutting off the brown hat man from following.
Amelia sucked in a breath as she hit her shoulder hard, rolling down the hill through the soft grass. Finally rolling to a stop, she let out a groan as she felt the cold stone against her legs. Looking up, she laid not an inch off of the edge of the cliff. She let out a breath, closing her eyes as she steadied her heart. Amelia didn't really want to jump off a moving train, but she would take that over being murdered by a stranger.
"Hopping a train and being dragged into a murder mystery. What a day," Amelia huffed, lugging her limp shoulder over the cliff face.
Enola grabbed Amelia's hand, tugging her to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, "you're stuck with me now, 'Melia." The best friends sighed when they saw Tewkesbury complaining about the condition of his suit, furiously brushing off any grass. Amelia cracked a small smile as he looked up, a horrified look in his eyes. Obviously he didn't think they would jump, so it probably was a shock to him when Amelia did.
"You do make an awful lot of noise don't you?" Enola teased with a straight face, making Amelia smile. She stood up, brushing off her clothes and checking her arms for cuts. A shot of pain went through her arm as she tried to roll her shoulder, and she frowned, straightening her sleeves. As Enola and the Viscount bickered, she looked around trying to figure out where they were, wandering from here to there. They couldn't have been far from London, as they were on the train for a fair bit. She sighed, realizing their only hope was to follow the trails until they can hitch a ride on someone's cart. Amelia assumed everyone from the point they jumped and on would be headed to London, as it was the main city and trading spot around their area.
"Will you two quit your arguing and start walking?" Amelia called after a minute, casting a look over her shoulder at the two. Enola was quick to stand, scoffing at the boy once more before trudging after Amelia. Tewkesbury brushed himself off once more before making his way over to the two, giving Amelia a cheeky smile.
