“Amelia!”  

I was deep in sleep when I heard a voice calling my name.  Ignoring it, I turned over facing the wall.  

“Amelia, I need to talk to you!”  Whomever was talking to me, started to poke me, so I rolled farther onto the bed.  “Don’t you dare ignore me this time.  Last time you couldn’t depict which way to go for a week.” I groaned, knowing exactly who it was.  Elizabeth.  Slowly I turned over, opening one eye and looking at her.  “Thats better.  Now, time to go to school Lady! Up, up, up!”  

I groaned again.  “Elizabeth, go away.”  Turning away from her bright light I slung my arm over my eyes.

She sighed. “I didn’t want to do this but, Ditsoni!”  

My eyes shot open.

In case you were wondering, Elizabeth and Ditsoni are my, you could say, conscious’.  Elizabeth is the good side of my conscious. Ditsoni, is the bad side of my brain.  I mostly listen to Distoni, but sometimes Elizabeth is also there too.  You could say that Ditsoni is the demon of my brain.  Tells me all the bad things I could do.  Elizabeth, she’s the other side.  The Angel side of my mind.  She’s there to tell me when I should be there, what’s right, what’s wrong, other things.

I hopped right out of bed and threw my clothes on the floor.  I shoved my legs through my black pant legs, put some deodorant on, and shoved a black t-shirt over my head.  

“That speed is much better than the last one.”  I gave Elizabeth a quick glare and started brushing my hair.  

As I started to pick up everything around my room, my mother knocked on my door. “Are you up, Amelia?”

“Yes Mother!” I yelled back at her as I flipped my hair over to give it more bounce.  I combed my bangs over my eyes and grabbed my backpack heading downstairs to the kitchen.  

My mom was back downstairs cooking breakfast.  As I made it down the stairs, I heard my Mother clank away with the pots and pans and talking to someone.

“Tani, I can’t do it.  You know what she’s like, I won’t stand a chance.”

I stood at the bottom of the stairs listening in.  Ditsoni patted my shoulder so I looked back towards him.  He seemed to be mouthing something, but i couldn’t quite make it out, so I shrugged and turned back to listening.

“Mikela, you have to tell her.  She needs to know.  Just because you can’t tell her because she won’t listen doesn’t mean she doesn’t need to know.”  There was a slight pause before Tani continued speaking.  “Someone is listening. I must go now.”

“No! Tani!”  There was a bright flash of light before it shattered just as quickly as it appeared. My Mother sighed as the flash of light calmed down. At that moment, I decided to walk into the room.  It seemed to surprise my mother, so much it led me to believe it wasn’t human who was supposedly listening.  My mother quickly shook it off and gave me a smile.

“Good morning, Amelia.”  She turned the stove off and shoved a plate with eggs and bacon onto the table.  “Eat, you’re going to need it on your first day of school.”

I picked up my fork and slowly pushed around the eggs, mumbling to myself. “More like a first time jailer again.”  My mother gave me a glare. I raised my arms up in surrender. “Sorry, but it’s the truth.”

“The truth is,” My Mother sighed and put on a ‘lets go, hurry up face.’ “The truth is, is that you’re going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up!”

In the bad mood I already was, I slung my backpack up over my shoulder and pushed the chair in, walking out the door. “I’m not hungry.”

I heard my mother sigh as I walked out of the kitchen and slammed the front door shut.  “At least have a good day for once!”

It wasn’t a long way to the bus station but I didn’t feel like taking the bus either nor the short way to walk, besides, I needed to talk to someone.  Very, very badly.

“Elizabeth, Ditsoni, Tani, Gaberielle!” I screamed in anger to the sky.  “I need to talk to you all, Right now!”  I continued to walk, thinking that I would get a response.  Walking five minutes, I figured out that no one was going to answer me at all.  So, in rebellion, I put my backpack on the ground and sat down on it.  “I’m not leaving this spot until you come down and give me some talking time!”  I yelled back to the sky.

“What do you want, Amelia?” It was a smooth southern accent, who I knew to be Gaberielle, my Mother's’ dark side.  “I was in the middle of a nail salon.  Do you know frustrating that is.”

I scoffed.  “Do you know how unbelievable it was for you to come? I mean, who knew you…”  I started to trail off then it hit me.  “Why were you the only one who came?”  She sat there in silence looking at her nails. I became even angrier.  “Tell me now, Gaberielle!”

Gaberielle sighed and she turned to look at me, her dark gray eyes pouring themselves into my light hazel ones. It was an intense stare, but I continued to stare right back into hers.  “Amelia, there's something you need to know.”

“What? What do I need to know?”

Gaberielle sighed once again.  “There are bad people out there, willing to do whatever they have to to get things. Some of those people have powers. Powers so great you could never imagine.”

“Get to the point!” I groaned.

“Someone's after you.  I don’t know who, but someone wants you.”

“Gaberielle!” We both turned to see a woman figure with rich black hair and exotic blue eyes.  My mouth fell open as I looked at her.  She nodded towards me. “Amelia.”  She set a cold gaze on Gaberielle and she coward back. “Leave. Now.”  

With a flash, both Gaberielle and the Woman were gone and I was left standing alone, with my backpack and two other kids staring at me in shock.  I gave them an innocent smile and swiftly grabbed my bag and ran off towards school.

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I got to school twenty minutes late.  It takes it toll, especially when your locker is all the way downstairs on the other side of your classroom.  

Plus, you never want to be late to Mr. Rollands class.  It’s the most terrible idea you could ever think of.  He will stand there for minutes, hours if he could, staring, no, not staring, glaring at you making you feel uncomfortable for being late.  Especially when its first period. Then you have some explaining to do, detention, and a long glare from him.  Don’t be late what so ever.  

“Mrs. Greenway, please explain why you are late.” Mr. Rolland said while his back was turned to the class.

I had tried to sneak into my first class period unsuspected but, of course, with Mr. Rolland, he sees everything.  I also got a few eyeballs on me so, as the respectful person I was.

“Hey, its not like I murdered five guys.” I started to make my way towards the back to my seat when a girl gave me a glare.  So, I gave her an even worse glare.  “Stop giving me that look.”  

I slammed my book bag on the ground and sat down.  Getting out my english book and notebook, I started to copy down the things Mr. Rolland had written on the board.

“Now class,” He turned around and put down his marker. “Shakespeare's’ play Hamlet was a very popular play at the time.” There was a groan around the classroom.  “Yes class, Hamlet. It is not like other revenge or death plays Shakespeare wrote. Hamlet is [FILL IN LATER]

Write ten paragraphs by tomorrow?  There’s no way that’s gonna happen to me.  More like two paragraphs done by tomorrow.  

I sighed a heavy sigh.  Nothings better than homework on your first day of school.  

“Amelia!”  I heard a soft but strong voice calling my name.  Turning towards the voice, there was a girl with rich blonde hair, and dark blue eyes running towards me.

I smiled and held my arms out for the hug.  “Hope! Its nice to see you again!”

She gave me an eyebrow raise and a sly smile.  “What? Besties not supposed to hug in public?”

“No,” I sighed and pretended to faint. “We are supposed to hate each other for eternity.  Get away you fithy being!”

We both feel down to the floor in laughter.

“I missed you baby!”

“I missed you too! You were gone for so long!”  I said smiling at her.

“I’m sorry, Grandma wanted to see me and we ended up staying a lot longer than we planned too.”

I chuckled a bit.  “It’s fine. As long as they returned you in one piece that’s fine.”  The smile on my face faded and I started checking Hope for any scrapes or cracks.  “They did return you in one piece, right?”

She pushed me and my hands away and started to laugh.  “Well of course they did silly!  I would be dead right now if I wasn’t!”

I put my hands on my hips.  “Now young lady, that is no way to talk to your mother!”

“And that is no way to talk to someone when you’re going to be late to your next class.”

“Oh shoot!”  I heard a chuckle as I started running down the hallway towards my next class room.  I couldn’t be late today, not another time or my mom would have me and probably wouldn’t let go.  I heard a teacher tell me to stop running in the halls, but I didn’t.

AsI rounded the corner of my class, I bumped into a chest and was sent to the ground, both of our books that we held in our hands went scattering across the floor.  In anger i stood up and pushed him back to the ground, continuing to pick up my books.  

“Looks buddy, I don’t know who you think you are, but-”  My voice trailed off as I looked up at him.  He had hair as black as night, his eyes were electric blue, and he wore big nerdy glasses.  You could see the shyness in his eyes as he looked at the ground, almost like he was saying sorry telepathically.  “S-sorry.”  

“No, it’s my fault.”  He bent down to pick up his books and laptop. “I should have watched where I was going.”  With that he walked away, faster than the blink of an eye.  

Shaking myself, I huridly remembered that the bell had not rung yet.  The second I made it in the door, the bell rang, and I gladly took a seat in the very back.  

“Well, I’m glad you finally made it on time Mrs. Greenway.”  Mrs. Saint gave me a big smile, and I returned one. “Today class, we will be studying Ancient Egypt.  The Ancient Egyptians used many modern techniques, not laptops and electricity, but leveys, pulleys, other sort of things.  The Pyriamids were built with these kinds of building materials.  Another thing is, Cleopatra was not Egyptian.  She was actually-”  

The door to the classroom burst open and in walked a boy with black hair, electric blue eyes, and big nerdy glasses. “I got a schedule change.” He held out his schedule and the teacher took it, looked at it and handed it back to him.

“Welcome to Honors History.  What’s your name?”

The boy turned towards the class and his eyes landed on me.  He gulped.  “My names William.”

“Well, I hope you have a good time in History class, William.”  Mrs. Saint pointed to the empty seat besides me.  “You may take that seat next to Amelia.  Amelia, would you mind raising your hand.”

Slowly, I raised my hand, and he quickly walked back to the seat and sat down.  His eyes were on me the whole time, which made me feel uneasy, but they finally were taken off me as he sat down.  

We both tuned Mrs. Saint out as we stared at each other.  He was writing trying to find his writing pencil but couldn’t find it.  Finally, he sighed and cleared his throat.  “Um, could I borrow a pencil?”  

I took out one of my pencils and gave it to him.  “Here.”  When he reached for the pencil our hands touched and I pulled my hand away and focused my attention back on the teacher.

“As probably was King Tut. He was not Egyptian, because at the time both Cleopatra was a Pharaoh  the Greeks ruled Egypt.” I decided to take notes, just in case they were on the test. “On the topic of Pharaohs, they were possibly over weight.  You may not think that, but they did have diabetes.”

There was a light tap on my right shoulder, ignoring it, I started to take more notes on what Mrs. Saints was talking about.  Ten minutes passed before I got a few more taps on my shoulder.  Annoyed, I turned to look at William, giving him an ‘I’m annoyed, what do you want?’ Look.  He glanced at the teacher, hoping she wasn’t looking and slid a note over to me. I took it with curiosity and began to read it.

'What are you doing here?'

I rolled my eyes and responded.

'Just the same as you.  Going to school.'

Folding the note back up, I pushed it back over to him. As he read it, he groaned and began writing.  I started to daydream before the sheet of paper got slid back to me.

'I don’t mean that.  I know you for some reason.'  

'Yeah, that’s because we met each other in the hall like fifteen minutes ago.'

“Amelia?” My head shot up from the paper.  “Can you please answer my question?”  

Oh, shoot, what question? I wasn’t paying attention.

Someone said the question and Mrs. Saint gave them a glare.  “Amelia, darling, you will know the question next time if you pay attention.”

“Yes, Mrs. Saint.”

I slowly passed the paper over to William and put my full attention on Mrs. Saint.  The attention didn’t stay there long. In thirty seconds I was day dreaming again.

The bell knocked me out of my daydream state, and a piece of paper was lying on my desk.  

'Meet me at the track stands after class.  We need to talk.  You could be in danger.'

I groaned and picked up my stuff.  Why is everyone saying that?  I’m in no danger or trouble at all.

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I met him at the track stadium like he said, but I’ve been here for thirty minutes and I still haven’t seen him.  Deciding to take a little walk, I started to walk down the stairs, heading towards the track field.  I did a couple of warm up stretches, cracked my fingers, back, and neck, shook myself out and got in my running stance.  After two years of not running, I still can’t believe I remember everything.  

Taking a deep breath I tuned everyone out.  Counting in my head for take off time, 5, breathe, 4, breathe, 3, breathe, 2, breathe, 1, go.  My legs took off, one after the other they hit the ground.  I felt like I could do anything running.  Letting my legs take their course around the track, I ignored the real world and opened myself up.  I could see people cheering me on.  They were all around the track, cheering, they may have been see through but they were cheering me on.

See through.

I stopped dead in my tracks and opened my eyes.  There they were.  See through, like ghosts.  Most of them had gone silent, wondering why I had stopped running.  The others were very aware that I could see them and continued cheering on. A woman was standing next to me, smiling widely at me, gesturing for me to continue running.  

Unsure of what I was doing, I began to jog towards the place I started at.  Out of the crowd I saw a group of men and a woman. Standing there with their arms crossed, staring at me. It was very weird to see them there.  Someone whispered something from the group, and I knew they were trying to help me.

Run!

And I ran as fast as I could away from that place.