amelia

 __The Life of Amelia Rose__

=__** By: Jenny Shin **__=

Chapter 1: A Sharp Awakening
"HERE YOU GO YOUR MAJESTY" the adviser placed the crown lightly on Amelia's head. " Thank you adviser, I could put you up a rank" The adviser looked hopeful " But I don't think I will." His jaw sagged onto the ground. "You may walk away now, I must get ready for the grand opening of the new Museum" While her adviser dropped away, dragging his jaw, Amelia accompanied into a jet-black limo to go to the shining brand new museum. As she sped through the streets, she looked at the over sized scissors beside her.' Chop chop and the ribbon falls down' She thought, giggling and grinning happily. "this beats school a million times!" The limousine squeaked to a stop and she stepped out.Looking around, she could see a million eyes and five hundred thousand cheers. Amelia waved cheerily at her beloved people. Picking up the gigantic scissors, she got ready to chop the ribbon in half. Heaving down with her right hand, the sharp blades came rushing down greeting each other- Amelia woke up with a loud shout. "Amelia! GET UP!TIME FOR SCHOOL!THE HELPER WILL GET YOU BREAKFAST!" Ugh..."Twisting and turning, she pretended not to hear. "If you do get up early I'll give you a few bucks" "Say no more! " In a flash, Amelia was dressed and ready to go to school. "Thanks Amy. There you go." said Amelia's mother, handing over the money. "YES! ONLY $10.00 MORE UNTIL I CAN AFFORD A NEW CELL PHONE!" Amelia screamed. Her old one was falling apart and she'd had her eye on a blue slide and had already put it on hold. "If you pass your history test,I give you a few more extra bucks." Added her mum. Suddenly it hit her like a baseball bat. Today was history test day. 'I should have stayed in bed' thought Amelia wearily. "And make sure you don't sleep through it like yesterday's social studies test!" her mom finished off. "But muuuum, last night was video night and so was the night before!" whined Amelia. "You mean you haven't been studying?!" Her mum cried out, shocked. "Uh.....gotta go! Bye!" Amelia had a feeling she'd be better off outside and rushed out but instead of heading to school, she hurried to her 'special place' behind her garden.

Chapter 2:Special Stream? or Stupid School?
She liked the nice trickling noise and the wondrous smell of birds and plants.Amelia had found little rabbits and nests a few times. It was also a short-cut to school and best of all, a secret of which only she and her best (and only!) friend Tyxion knew.They called it Special Stream. But it was in grave danger. A class mate called Miriama the Evil demanded to know the secret. "Tyxion!" Amelia called"TYXION!" Suddenly, with a snap of fallen twigs and a rustle of bushes, stepped out Tyxion. "Hi! Heard you calling." Amelia smiled. Tyxion wasn't always the best of friends, but she was always there for her. "So...why'd'ya call me?" "Oh, ummm..." Amelia was startled." I just had this super cool/weird dream when I was queen and yeah." "Did it have me in it?" Tyxion eagerly asked. "Erm...nope." Replied Amelia. "Oh well." shrugged Tyxion." "Anyway, did you study?" asked Amelia. "Have you? 'cos I haven't." replied Tyxion. "Oh...my mom's gonna kill me. I'll have to call in the child abuse. Then I'll have to live in an orphanage." groaned Amelia." I spent all of last night watching The Gruel Martians. Plus, I left all of my info at home, which was my brain!" " You haven't even gotten into your uniform!" added Tyxion. "Don't push it!" growled Amelia through her gritted teeth.

Chapter 3: The Worst Teacher In History
The day dragged on, the pit of Amelia's stomach as empty as the brain in her head. Finally, it was History session. "Im gonna be history when Mrs Gomempeli is finished with me!" thought Amelia, looking at herself in disgust. Mrs Golempeli was Miriamas favourite teacher, mostly because she tortured Amelia more than the other teachers. The teacher was always wearing that tight bun, even when she slept, according to the rumours, She always had that stern line for a mouth and her voice had a croak and a wheeze in it. Her eyes were like razors and when she picked her victim, her eyes closed down to slits and the pressure pushed down on who ever was the victim until she or he had shrunk down enough until they did what she demanded. "History time." she declared, with that non-emotionally steely voice of hers and she gave Amelia a glare that plainly read 'You had better be good or else you'll get a F minus infinity!' Amelia shuddered. She knew what Mrs Golempeli could and would do to her. For a very 'non-serious' one, she would say to Amelia's parents how bad she was at school and that was the VERY least of it. Mrs Golempeli handed out the test papers and Amelia stared at the questions ahead. There probably were no answers! Plus, tomorrow was Maths test. At least she was okay at that. "AHEM!" Mrs Golempeli nearly screamed. What? asked Amelia rudely. The whole class was staring at her, and some were sniggering. "Miss Rose! Would you care to explain **WHY ** you are not in uniform? Perhaps you would like to miss out on the maths test tomorrow and have an English test instead?" 'Oh no!' thought Amelia 'Not English!' but instead of saying that out loud, she just shook her head vigorously. "Okay then. the plan is set." Amelia sighed with relief "You are to have an English test tomorrow, WEARING your school uniform!" Amelia's jaw hung down like washing and a small gasp escaped her mouth. "Close your mouth at once!" snapped Mrs Golempeli. And so Amelia just stared straight ahead absentmindedly with her blank eyes through the whole day. But inside, she was brewing up a plan. A plan for tomorrow. A plan to escape. A plan, to wag school.

Chapter 4: An Eye for Trouble
Amelia was waiting, waiting for her mum to disappear off to the bank like she normally did. Her mother had heard about the 'misunderstanding' of uniforms. So she was going on and on about how embarrassed and disgraced she felt. The pressure on Amelia was too hard and she thought she might just about burst out saying' Would you just go to the bank? I'm trying to wag school here but i cant do that if you're just blabbering away like that!' " So, bye!" her mum called out. "Finally!" gasped Amelia when her mum was safely out of sight. "Time to get this plan in action!" she yelled " school's just a waste of time and they only teach you to suffer! this was for the freedom of kids!" So she put her clothes on, got her bag filled with lunch of doughnuts and nuts, and set off towards the bush. Walking, Amelia pushed the protesting plants away."Time for lunch!" she said "Goodbye school! goodbye English test!"eating the doughnuts. She looked at her watch and then at the mobs of squirrels and birds, fighting for the biggest crumbs. It was 3:30!' Time to go back home before anyone finds me!' thought Amelia.Finishing her lunch, she wiped the chocolate and sprinkles off her face and went back home. She thought about what she did. First, she had cycled around the bush. it was like her special stream except it wasn't very special like the stream.Then she had bought an ice-cream and some chips, attracted some hungry bird-clans, scolded by some of the elderly, and now she had a full tummy and her 'sweet tooth' had been satisfied. "Look, a balloon!" thought Amelia as she looked and walked. The red balloon drifted behind a tree so Amelia looked forward. Miriama was standing there, hands on hips, standing there with a scowl on her face and said "Thought you were sick!" "Well, I was!" Amelia replied a bit too quickly. "You wagged school, obviously." Miriama scoffed "Please don't tell!" pleaded Amelia. It wasn't like her to beg, but she was desperate. "I won't. For a price." Miriama said "What about two of the latest earrings?" "Done" cried Amelia. Her parents were rich, and so they could afford it anytime. "Give it to me tomorrow after school." Miriama told her. Amelia nodded forcefully and slunk off into the shadows.

Chapter 5:Fibs and Tricks
The next day, Amelia went to school and everyone asked her suspicious questions. In reply, Amelia just smiled and said "Lets wait and see" mysteriously. Tyxion just grinned as she knew what had happened...except she didn't know about the bargain Amelia had struck with Miriama. At assembly time, Amelia was surprisingly relaxed. Unlike the other times when Amelia played tricks on all the teachers- last year Mr Donald had sat on the farty pillow that was on his chair, disguised as a normal pillow...with a microphone behind it...the funniest thing was how red he had gotten...and last term, everyone knew that Ms Willows had a super mega sized crush on the science teacher, Mr Wellington! and Amelia had caught her writing a love note to the science teacher on film-that was why she left the school...("She was a crummy old teacher anyways!" said Amelia)but everytime a prank was pulled, everyone groaned "That would be Amelia..." and Mr Lotus would stomp up to the speaker and yell "Amelia Rose! "and say what she had done wrong and then Amelia would mooch up to him, survive his unbearable yowling, and return to her line. Amelia leaned back, clasped her hands together and place them behind her head. "Nothing can go wrong" she thought. Until Miriama's slave Mary-Lou Anderson pranced up to the principal. "What she up to?" wondered Amelia. She saw Mary-Lou whisper into Mr Lotus's ear and his face screwed up in a frown. Then Mr Lotus spoke into the mic. "Amelia Rose!!! Come here and we'll talk about the wagging of school you did yesterday!" "Argh" Groaned Amelia as she walked up to the stage."That tattle-tale Mary-Lou and that rat Mirama! I'm gonna strangle them 'till they die!" "Ahem"coughed Mr Lotus"there will be no murders while I am around!"(Actually, There had been 2 murders BECAUSE Mr Lotus was there. Once, there was a painter and he was painting but then Mr Lotus thought he needed more paint so he grabbed a bucket full of the stuff, slipped, pushed the painter off the wall, and made him fall to his doom. And a few weeks after that, he made a lady get strangled because he was in a subway and then the lady had to tie her scarf, but her hands were too full, and so Mr Lotus the murderer tied her scarf, but it got caught on the train, and then the train suddenly took off, carrying the lady with it. so...yeah. the lady's funeral was a little sad.)"Mary lou said that Miriama saw you yesterday! You were wagging school! Is this true? Amelia saw a chance to escape the heap of trouble she was heading into. "No" she smiled sweetly looking like she was innocent "Ha! extra detention for lying!" Mr Lotus obviously thought that she was a bit tooo sugary like dark chocolate. "You do one more 'misdoing' and you will be suspended " At these words, Amelia's jaw dropped, the whole school watching gasped, and a smile spread through out Mary Lou's ugly face. Amelia thought' Oh god.....he can't do this to me......how embarrassing......I'm gonna kill Miriama!' Amelia kept of glaring at Mary Lou while Mr Lotus babbled on like all the other teachers do. Amelia stared at Tyxion, and Tyxion had a funny look in her eye. It was just like the look she gave Natalie before Tyxion 'accidently' sprained Nat's arm. And Tyxion was looking straight at Amelia.

Chapter 6: Another 'Misdoing'
Tyxion hurried to Amelia's house after school. She banged on the door like a crazy maniac, and then shouted her message to Amelia. "YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I HEARD!!!! I JUST HEARD THAT MIRIAMA JUST SKIPPED SCHOOL 'COS SHE WANTED TO, AND THAT SHE ALSO DOESN'T CARE COS SHE'S GOT A BUNCH'A SLAVES THAT WILL SAY THAT SHE DIDN'T WAG SCHOOL!" So Amelia ran over to Miriama's house, did her share of banging, shouting and door-bell-ringing, until Miriama's head popped out of a window. "What the heck are you doin? You're disturbing me turtle, my budgie, my dogs, my kittens, and my bunnies!" Miriama screamed, her hair sticking out like she had just had an electric shock. "You wagger! you're more of a dumb-brain than i ever was, and ever will be! you idiotical psychotical maniacy freak!" Amelia screamed back. "You told Mary-Lou i wagged school! you promised not to!" "Amelia, Amelia, Amelia." Tutted Miriama " When will you ever learn? Even the stupidest of the stupidest know that the cunning fox always beats the strong bear. you should know that by now. Anyhoo, I didn't exactly TELL Mary Lou you wagged school. I wrote it to her. In a letter. Thats not against the rules. There's a difference." Amelia growled, as Tyxion watched from the side lines. "Dumb Miriama." Amelia mumbled. It was quiet enough for Miriama to not hear, but loud enough for Tyxion to hear. "Hey Amelia! Don't be mean! It is true. You weren't smart enough to say that. To say you weren't allowed to write." Tyxion defended. A tense moment fell upon them. Amelia was staring at Tyxion. Miriama was staring at Tyxion. Tyxion walked away into the bushes. Suddenly Miriama started giggling. That giggling soon turned into laughter. That laughter turned into side-aching barks. "Tha-laugh-that proves-laugh- that-laugh laugh-the who-laugh luagh laugh-world is -laugh-against you!" Amelia glared into the space where Tyxion was last seen. She turned and walked away, wanting a moment to herself. Tyxion suddenly appeared out of nowhere, tip-toeing into Miriama's house, and said, "Hi Miriama. Y'know, Amelia is sorta dumb. Maybe we can talk?...."

DEAR DIARY,
__//It's Amelia again. Miriama is right. Why is the whole world against me? Theres a HUGE problem. Tyxion dumped me. She went for Miriama. I can't believe she could do this to me. It could hav been with the thing cos 2days 13 feb. well, anyway, Tyxion was acting all weird lik she killed some1. then she broke the newz 2 me. She said 2 meet again at the park. i went ther early. she got there sooo late. and guess wat? she brought Miriama along. we had a day of fun...well, it would hav been fun if Miriama wasnt there. it would hav been even mor fun if Miriama didnt break my leg. My life is ruined. so, i got rid of my blond hair dye. then, i grew it. it grew so fast. And the true red came flowing out. My mom said it looked xtra pretty. who cares about pretty? all i care about is me...well, not me. but being me. and i shouldnt hav taken her advice. mums r never good at advice. mum said that she would hav no mor babies after me, but guess wat? shes now about 9 month pregnant. ugh. how can it get any worse? oh yea. i cant play soccer anymor. nathan was staring at my leg, and it looked lik he was the 1 that broke it. I cant bear it anymor. weneva i look at tyxion, she looks away. then when i look away, i can c from the corner of my eye she is looking at me. like a hawk does to prey. tyxions eyes were huge, and deep. the eyes were the gateway to the soul. and tyxions eyes were pleading me.Beckoning...begging. full of spirit. her eyes were full of betrayal, sadness, and anger.so i cannot 4giv myself. i just want my life 2 end, quick...soon. even if i hav 2 do it myself. //__

Amelia snapped her diary shut. "Amelia! can you please do the washing? The doctor said i must rest for me to get my strength up to deliver the baby." Amelia scoffed, but obeyed. "Hmph! just cos a baby's coming she thinks she has an excuse to be lazy!" She chucked the clothes over the washing line, and stalked out of the room, giving an excuse."Im gonna give Rex a little walk." Rex was drooling over some toy that Amelia made for him. "COme on boy! you can do it! Rex let- No! Rex! bad boy! get off moms flowers!noooooo! shes gonna blame me!" Rex objected, and kept on stomping on the rose bed. 'oh well.' thought Amelia, as she dragged rex and clicked on the leash. The pair of them started running, stopping every 5 seconds beacause Rex was tangling the leash around amelia's legs. Suddenly, Miriama and tyxion appeared in front of them. "What have we here." Miriama oozed pleasure as she realized that they had fallen right into her hands. "Looks like idiotical loner Amelia with her idiotical dog to play with because she has no friends." "Buzz off." growled Amelia, as well as Rex. Amelia tried to side-step Miriama, but Miriama was stubborn and blocked her way. "No-you buzz off you lousy-" Tyxion tried to join the frisky conversation going on between Miriama and her ex-best friend, but was interrupted by the weee oooo weeee ooo of an ambulance. And in the window, was a pale face that looked like Amelia's mum.

Chapter 8: The Beginning of Dawn
"Mom!!!" Screamed Amelia as she sprinted after the rushing ambulance. She could see the panick-stricken face of her mum, straining. Amelia's feet floated along the road like an angel, as she knocked on the door. The door suddenly opened, and a rough hand reached out, and grabbed the running figure by the collar. Amelia was lifted into the air, and then was plonked down on the ground of the car."mom..." She placed a warm hand onto her mom's fore head, while her mom smiled weakly. "We think the baby's coming." gasped the paramedics as she swerved the car along roundabouts and crossed red lights. "But, it's not immediately." "She may also not make it." whispered another medic as he checked her temperature. "We'll just have to cross our fingers and hope." Amelia whispered back as she stared into the eyes of her mom.

"Dad" Amelia said as her dad drove her back home "do you think that she's going to make it?" It was a long day,(Or night, as it was 12:46) and Amelia had to go back home to sleep and dream. "It's like a 50/50 percent chance. It is an extra careful baby, but your mom is one tough lady. She will go through anything if she has the will to do it." her dad replied, not taking his eyes off the road. "And she had you, so she's got at least some experience. Oh, have you remembered to feed Rex?" Amelia started hitting herself on the head. "Why-BONK-DID-BONK-I-BONK-FORGET-BONK-TO-BONK-FEED-BONK-REX-BONK-?!!??!!??!!" Then she realized the full extent and started to hit herself harder. " **WHY-BONK-DID ****-BONK-I ****-BONK-FORGET ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-TO ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-PUT ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-REX ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-BACK ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-TO ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-THE ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-GARDEN ****<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">-BONK-?!?!?!?!?" **<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> "Doesn't matter"her dad sighed "We'll put up notices that there is a dog on the loose that an unhelpful 12 year old that can't even put up the washing properly forgot to return to it's home." But Amelia didn't hear, as she was already fast asleep, dreaming about dogs, babies, and cashews.

"Amelia! Amelia! Amelia! Wake up!WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Amelia woke up to a frightful beginning. "eeeh" Amelia moaned, and tossed and turned around. " Amelia! I'll give you some money!" Amelia sat up abruptly. "wheresamoney?" A powerful hand reached down and grabbed Amelia by the shirt. "ARGH!!!!! An alien is abducting me!" screamed Amelia. "COME ON!!!!" THE HAND SEEMED TO TALK! "Well, okay, but only if you don't kill me." Amelia sighed, but the hand had already dragged her out of bed, bounced her up and down the stairs, and then chucked her in the car. It was heading towards the hospital! "OH NO!!!!! I'm going to be amputated!!!"(If you don't know what amputating is, it's this operation that a doctor chops your body part off like a mad man.) "She's born!!!" The hand exclaimed. "Who? a dumb clone that you designed to help you take over the world?" Amelia raised her eyebrows. "Amelia, you've been watching too many movies." the hand waggled it's first finger in Amelia's face. "Well..." It then stopped the car (The car was screaming with it's brakes.) got out, pulling Amelia along with her screaming with her voice box. Amelia saw her mother on a deathly white bed with her eyes closed. "Mum! don't leave me! OH, and by the way, since you're gonna die, i let Rex out and i lost him." An unexpected voice rose upon Mum's 'dead' body. "WHAT?! @#$&*(*^ 3 things! First of all, I am NOT dead!!!!! Second, How dare you!!!!! Third-" "Omigosh! you're a zombie!" Amelia said, open-mouthed. "I am not a zombie! Third, Dawn is born!!!!" "Hey, it rhymes." Amelia grinned. "Who's Dawn? The morning sun?" Her mum presented her with a pale faced baby with a few wisps of hair on it's head. "Eew! it's bald!!!! Who is it?" "It's my baby you idiot!!!! We're calling her Dawn." Amelia nodded with understanding while mumbling something. "Oh..." then she finally understood. "I don't wanna share you mummy!" and she started clinging to her. Her mum sighed, and hugged Amelia while cradling little Dawn. "Well, this means that you now have a baby sister, and you also have a great responsibility." "Whazzat??" Amelia looked up at her mother with big hazel eyes. Her mom sighed for the second time, and talked to the hand that was actually Amelia's dad. Amelia sighed contently, and took Dawn from her mother's arms. "Who's a bald little baby? Who's a bald little baby?" Amelia cooed in her face. Dawn looked at her with big big shallow ocean blue eyes, and started bawling. "Who's a bad little baby? who's a bad little baby?" Amelia cooed again. Dawn stopped crying, and punched amelia in the nose. "Who's a dumb little baby?" Amelia squeaked while rubbing her nose. Dawn started hysterically laughing as if she had caught the life-threatening giggles. Amelia threw her back onto the hospital bed, and ran out. "I can tell they're going to get along just fine." Amelia's mom commented.

hi, Amelia here. This is a complain-a-lot page, so if you don't like complaining, go sit in another room and cry. Why, why! Did Mom HAVE to get Dawn? Dawn is so...so well, babyish! Mom and Dad are putting all their love into Dawn, they don't have time for me! It's like, they don't even know I'm here! It's the same at school. I'm only allowed to see the others once a week, but its like i'm not there at all! Tyxion has gone with Miriama, and so now i am a loner, and even all little juniors are acting like nothings happened! I just know that Tyxion is absolutely DYING to meet Dawn, but i think she has no courage because now she's agreed with Miriama (I think) to avoid me, and now she just doesn't know how to make up with me. Well, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow i am going to raid Miriama's garden to tell her how much of an idiot she was born as. It's payback time.//**
 * //DEAR DIARY

Chapter 9: The (Near) Murder
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Beep beep beep beep. Saturday. A drowsy figure rose from a lumpy bed. It's hair was a mess. Every single hair strand was either bent, twisted or stuck out. None of the strips of hair was in the right place. They pointed out like a porcupine, and it was worse when the figure tried to brush it down. She moaned, and her back was as crooked as a hunchback. She looked at the calendar. then the secret one hidden behind the slide-door of her cupboard. Garden raiding time. Amelia straightened up, and strolled down the floor as if it was an ordinary day. Her mom took one look at her and narrowed her eyes. "What are you up to?" she questioned. Amelia fought down the look to be surprised. her mother knew her too well. And everyone said parents were always oblivious to what their children were doing. "Oh, um...nothing important. just, you know. The usual. Going to friend's house." "I thought you had no friends." Her eyes were nearly invisible. Suddenly, baby Dawn burst into tears. Amelia's mother went into a frenzy, getting new nappies, getting the milking bottle, and other stuff that makes you go ugh! Amelia rushed out the door and kissed the air. "Thank you Dawn. at least now i know that you are good for something." And she went to Greenstreet street.The street of Miriama's all too perfect garden. Da dum. da dum. da dam da dum dadaaaaaaaa. dadum di daaaaa. da daa, da dadum dadum da da da da dada dummmmmmmmm. da dum da dum.(Pink Panther theme song.) Amelia sneaked around like batman, the caped crusader. Except, <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">well, it's true. they didn't have any similarities. 'Tee hee hee....ha ha ha ha HA AHA HA HA HA Ha!!!!' She started to laugh like an evil maniac and fumbled up the rose bushes. 'This bit goes here...and this bit goes here...' she concentrated like she had never concentrated before, and remembered the tactics of the ginormous book of 'How To Mess Things up.' "Voila!" she sneered. The beatiful halo-ish rose bush had suddenly turned into... ' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The Tangled Terror of Hell //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">'. ' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Crunch. Snip snap. Crunch." //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> Amelia's ears swivelled around to the source of the noise. (I know. Most people can't do that. But then again, she's not most people.) Her head whipped around, and she understood the noise. It was one of Miriama's shoes, crunching against the neatly raked green as emerald grass. Amelia saw her chance and dived up behind...' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The Tangled Terror Of Hell' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">'(o) She peeked out and then only a tuft of her spiky blond hair was visible. As she had predicted-but worse. Miriama stood there like a terminator. Amelia gasped. Miriama was stiff and rigid. Eyes on the sky. Knife in her hand. Ruby red blood on the knife.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she was a girl
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she didn't have a ridiculus costume.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she wasn't Bruce Wayne (well, duh!)
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she didn't fight actual evil people like Joker.
 * <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">she couldn't read these symbols (lets face it. no one can.)

Amelia gasped again. "M-M-M-Mi-Miri-Miriama---you-you've-turn-turned into-a-a-a-a-a-mur-MURDERER!!!! Miriama turned and caught sight of Amelia. "You...why are you in my garden?!?!?!?!?Wha-What! i am not a murderer!!!!"

"Yes you are! i've got proof!!!"

"Where is it then?"

"In your hand! The knife an-and the blood! It's so obvious! You are a bloodthirsty murderer and you moved here because the cops were on your trail!!!"

"No! i was tending to my garden!!!"

"Aha! you buried someone in your garden!!!!! you're stupid. The police can just come in here with an object detector and find the body and you will have to go to jail! i always knew you were a bad person!"

"No you're stupid! you're so stupid that you even THINK for a moment that I am GUILTY of SUCH-"

"Excuses, Excuses. Save the talk for the cops! Of course, they will tell you that you have the right to remain silent so SHAME!!!"

"I! WAS! JUST! CUTTING! UP-"

"A dead body!!!"

"NO! my tomatoes! Now will you PLEASE SHUT UP SO THA-"

"Oh..."

"Wha-eeh-doh!- Thats it! Since you're so persistent that i have killed somebody, why don't i do it now, shall we?"

Miriama lunged at Amelia with revenge in her eyes, and knife, sharp knife, in her hand. Amelia dodged and rolled to the side. "Brain of an oaf, but as silent and moves like a ninja!" she mumbled to herself, but before she knew it, Miriama had her pinned to the ground, and Amelia was squirming like a helpless chicken. The knife was poised, aiming at Amelia's neck. The sunlight glinted off of it, and it would have looked like a crystal if it weren't a deadly weapon to kill. "Any last words before you leave the world once and for all?" she hissed, teeth gritted.

Chapter 10: With a New Life, Comes A New Person
"<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Yes." Amelia swallowed. " HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! A CRAZY MURDERER IS GOING TO KILL ME! SOMEBODY H E L P!!!!!" and then, before anybody could say "Miriama is a crazy murderer", a young boy about Amelia's age came to her rescue. Like Batman again. Well, not EXACTLY to her rescue. Not like REAL heroes that jump out of nowhere and battle 'till their death. This one was more like an ordinary guy who had just stepped in. Miriama saw him and stopped. "Hi Nathan." She smiled and showed her 'cutie-eyed face'. (More like ugly-witch face.) "Hm? Oh. Hey Miriama." He answered but didn't cast a glance at Miriama. His gaze was pointed at Amelia, whose face was looking at Miriama and panting madly, who was looking at Nathan. (like a triangle.) "Oh please." Miriama poured over-ripe words out of her mouth and on Nathan's head. "Call me sweetie. ALL my friends do." Amelia rolled her eyes. 'Yeah right. The only thing that calls her sweetie is her diary.' But Miriama was invisible to Nathan, who was handing out his hand to the girl on the ground. "Hi." He smiled cheerfully, "I'm Nathan." His dimples were showing. Amelia looked at her rescuer. "OH. Hi. I'm Amelia." she rejected Nathan's hand offer and got up, dusting dirt off her clothes. Miriama watched them closely, and butt in. "Lets GO Nathan." she said, tugging at him. "Oh yeah. Um, I'll walk with Amelia to her house just in case. see ya around Miriama." He turned to her, wide-eyed. "Fine. Go with freaks if you want to. fine by me." Miriama glared. She finally took a last look at Nathan, avoided looking at Amelia, and disappeared to la-la land.

Amelia looked and pulled a face. A questioning face. Nathan shrugged and pasted on a helpful smile. Amelia took one look at him and grinned. She started walking. Nathan followed her like a love-sick puppy (he practically is one.). Thinking. He would be doing a lot of that at the moment.

Nathan strolled along the footpath, thinking (Again.) about Amelia, Amelia and guess what?-Amelia. He broke into a jog, and skidded along the path into Greenstreet street. He spotted Miriama, and tried to power-walk around her without her noticing. Mission Failed. "Nathan!" Miriama looked up and skipped to the boy. "Where were you? I was looking alll OVER for you!" Nathan widen his eyes and shrugged. He pushed past a dazed looking Miriama, and escaped into the house-right next to Miriama's.

Nathan entered the marble of his front door, and looked around. "Hey dad! are you here?" he echoed. A slightly bald on the top head with glasses popped around a corner. "Here I am!" He showed clear blue eyes and dimples just like his son. "Um...have you ever had any girl problems?" Nathan asked uncertainly. His dad blushed. "Well, why do you want to know? You're not a girl, and surely you're not ga-" "NO no no no no." Nathan shook his head in a rush. "Like, you see a girl, and then you just have this feeling...?" His dad shook his head. "You know it son. You're mother is better than me at these type of things so don't tease me." "How can i ask her anything when she's in hospital, with doctors surrounding her with pointy stuff to get her skin cancer away?"Nathan demanded, showing a fierceness shown only when he talked about his sick mother. "Oh fine. What do you want?" His dad suddenly looked tired. "Let's just say that you meet this girl by some weird consequence. You look at each other as if you've known then very well. Or is about to. Y'know?" "Ohhh." His dad had a smug grin on his face. "So you likey likey?" His sly smile got wider. Nathan sighed, and knew his dad would not help, but tease. No one else would know but him and his dad. No body would dare to find out. Or maybe not..? "Be Quiet! I'm doing a science project!" The normally quiet voice of Nathan's sister Stephanie drifted into his room. Nathan rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue in her direction. No one would know how he REALLY felt.

Chapter 11:With a New Person, Comes a New Friend
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I tumbled around on my bed, exploring the covers for my fairytale book. Yes, that had been my inspiration. ' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Fairy Tales Gone Wrong' //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> was the best book in the history of history. At last i found it, and I dusted it up, hoping to find maybe an interesting looking piece of dust or at least a creepy-crawly. I opened the book to a random page.

//<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Cinderella slapped Prince Charming, and tried to run away. But there was yet another fault of her fatness. The Prince was tall and weedy looking, and yelped as if he had burnt himself. Cinderella pushed passed him, and onto the stairs. She was a very slow runner, and she struggled in just a few steps. The glass slipper she had taken 4 and a half hours to stuff her big toes into, now had to be ripped out. The glass was cracking, and it was now already 1:04 in the morning. The slipper finally gave up and plopped off her yeti-ish foot. Cinderella gazed at the palace for a little while longer, and started to take off. //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The prince was assumingly too lazy to go after her and shout "Marry me, my love!" (Urgh *vomit vomit* *spit spit **<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">gag **<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> die*) Cinderella got ready to take a burst of speed. She placed the cracked glass slipper onto the pavement carefully, and tried to run. TRIED to. Cinderella slipped on the glass slipper, that shattered under the weight of the humoungous Cinderella. Cinderella pouted, and stuck out on a dreadful pose, and pretended to die. //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">

My sides ached as i howled with laughter. That book was the best thing on this planet. It made me laugh even if i was about to die. My only comforting toy. Except for Mr. Cuddles (But that is a secret so dont tell anyone else.) I shut the book and immediately felt sullen. i opened the book again, but this time, at a different page.

//<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Snow white's still, pale body lied down, still and unmoving. It was as if she was dead. the gnomes laid a fat juicy tear, and looked away for a while. When they looked back, their faces were a picture of joy. "Hooray! Hooray! the bossy Snow White is now dead!" they cheered, dumped the coffin into the shallow hole, and kicked dirt effortlessly into the ditch. They celebrated, not knowing, that another pale form was rising above the outline of her body. The gnomes drank and drank, and their hate of Snow White finally evaporated, and faded away. The eyes of the ghastly snow White snapped open, and an ear-piercing scream erupted into the atmosphere. "I'm dead!" shrieked Snow White, her voice shrill."I'm dead and this is my ghost!" "'Tis true." Mumbled one of the gnomes, voice muffled by his wispy beard. Snow White looked around, and started sobbing madly. A young man appeared, with a horse closely following. "Is this the home of the fair maiden called Snow White?" he boomed, as he shielded a pimple on the top of his forehead. "Sorry about that. I am on the stage where a boy turns into a man. It's called pu-" Snow White looked up from her lake of tears. Instead of someone who was here to her rescue, she saw another human being to take out her revenge on. She started screaming like a maniac, and chased the prince. the pimpled prince joined the line of screams and ran away, his horse in hot pursuit. The gnomes shrugged and resumed the party. With the screams as the background music. And so then forth, The gnomes lived happily ever after, and the prince and Snow White spent the rest of eternity screaming. //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">

I shut the book and laid it down, holding a toothy grin on my cheesy face. I thought more about Miriama trying to kill me, and Nathan, the guy i had just met and insisted on his taking me to my house which was only 2 blocks away. He was acting really weird, like he had just eaten a block of overdue cheese. I sighed again, and then opened the book once more. i was now addicted to it.i looked at the title. Princess and The Pea. This better be good.

//<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The Queen opened the front door. There, a raggedy child stood, shivering. "PLEASE let me in." She whimpered with her eyes. The Queen looked at her and remembered her un-married son. "No." she said bluntly. The little poor beggar girl turned into the devil. "LET ME IN!" she skreeched, and pushed the door back open. "Get LOST!!!" the Queen shoved her out of the way, and banged the door shut so hard, that all the windows cracked, and then smashed into a million pieces. The queen went to the gym everyday, so she had LOTS of muscles, and that meant that she pushed the little girl very hard, which means that she went flying, and that, of course, means that she clung onto the window ledge. She climbed through the broken window, and caught sight of the queen. The queen caught sight of her as well. "Buzz OFF you little-" she began to curse a line of curses. "...Mummy...?" a little baby fell over himself to get to her. "Here comes my un-married son." The queen lifte ////<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">d up the little baby. "Look, hes 3 months old! How old is that?" "Very old." The beggar girl rolled her eyes. "Listen-you may stay if you wish, but you must give me something in return." the queen directed her speech to the girl, but didn't part her eye contact with her 'precious' baby. "Thanks whatever. save the talk for the morning. I'm tired." The girl strolled out of the room. The queen sighed, and changed the prince's nappy. She ordered the servants to put a thousand nails, facing up, under a blanket. The girl should sleep soundly all night, without a disturbance. If she so much as gave a squeak, she would be forced out of the castle, FOREVER!!(da da da daaaaaaaaaa.)!!! The Queen watched like an eagle as the princess went to the toilet, had a shower and got into bed. Before anybody could say that the princess didn't brush her teeth, she started snoring. the prince was up all night, crying like a baby. (he is one like all of you are.) //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">

"Amelia!!!" the unmistakably harsh voice of Mrs. Rose rose above the wooden (High-quality- it was $400 if you wanted to know.) floorboards I was standing on. I sighed and creased the corner of the book. I then snapped the book shut with a loud bang, and nipped down the stairs. "Why are you spending so much time in your room? Are you eating your covers again-i'll call the doctor! Don't worry! Hang in there! If you die-" "MUM!!! I am NOT eating my covers. I am reading a book-" "Omigosh!!!!! Is there something wrong? Something depressing? Do you want me to call the Kidsline??" "MUM! you are being a drama queen!!! Is there something you can tell me without embarrassing me?" "No-Yes-N-Nes?" Suddenly, Dawn started crying (Thankfully.) and mum rushed off to do all the stuff you (If you're a girl.) need to do if you have a (cry)baby. She went ballistic, rushing there and here, screaming random stuff like " Fire on the POOP DECK! CALL CAPTAIN UNDER-PANTS!and remember the science test." My usually clear, deep ocean blue eyes turned boring gray like Tyxion's eyes. I muttered curses as I sulked back up the long staircase and chucked myself into the room. The faraway look in my eyes faded away as i looked at my untouched science book. The dumb science teacher Mr Wellington had put me with the shy new girl called Stephanie. But she seemed harmless enough. Maybe she would even turn out to be my new best friend. I would be careful of that.

Chapter 12: The First Laugh
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">"Ya'll gather!!! This a ve'y important science test! You'd all be'er behave, 'else I'll whip ya's wid ma whip stick!" Mr Wellington bellowed in his Texan accent. "Now, ye must all intro'uce yer'selves lak th' names an' wha'not." I glanced at my partner, Stephanie. She glanced at me so then i looked away. She wasn't my style actually. Tyxion was in another class so i couldn't tease her about who she was with like old times when we were both friends. No no no!!! i instructed myself, shaking all those lost memories out of my head. Stop thinking about Tyxion! she is an upset!. "Did ye sey sem'ing, girl?" Mr Wellington glared at me with his frightening fake yellow eye. That was what made every student in this school dread going to science. (Well, they hate all the classes but this one is special.) Mr Wellington had one brilliant electric shocking blue eye and one fake yellow eye. he could take it out easily, making all of us poor kids squirm. He could ooze and squish the truth out of us, just by taking out that eye. And that was why he was reguarly called to the principal's office-to discuss the latest plans of making pupils (AKA us.) suffer. In the past, he was sheriff of Texas, but then this criminal shot him in the eye, and it had to be taken out and all those disgusting details. Mr Wellington finally realized that we were all avoiding the urge to stare at him, so he took out his eye, and stared at us with his one beady eye. "Ye'd be'er hav' done 'yer researchin'!" "Says who?" I couldn't help muttering under my breath "The one-eyed freak?" No one heard except the closest person next to me. And that was Stephanie. I winced. She was most likely to dob on me. I heard a snigger coming from my right. I turned, and to my surprise, Stephanie was stifling a giggle. She took a look at me, and another burst of silent giggles erupted. I could feel a bubble of laughter expanding from the inside of my soul. The two of us were squirming with the giggles like the time me and Tyxion sprinkled salt over slugs. Mr Wellington was about to turn. I tried to pull a straight face, and i could see out of the corner of my eyes that Steph was too. I succeeded, but the corners of my mouth twisting up occasionally. Stephanie was not so lucky. She couldn't manage to look serious, so she just stuck with pouting. Her bottom lip stuck out so much, and her nostrils were flaring, plus, she was snorting like a suffocating pig. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and she looked a right sight for sore eyes. My straight as a pin lined mouth opened, and i laughed atrociously. I couldn't help it. Stephanie soon gave up as well, and joined me in my helpless laughing session. Mr Wellington was watching us the whole time, and by now, his eyes (or eye) was burning, flaring up the more we laughed uncontrollably. "So, ye's think diarrhoea's funny eh?" He narrowed his eyes to make himself look furious (Which he was.) Me and Tyx-Stephanie- laughed even harder at the word (The poo word.)he just said. The classes eyes were all on us, yet we hardly even knew they were there. "Ri'!" Mr Wellington's (ugly) face was a picture of ferociousness. Our class was all 'I-feel-so-so-so-sorry-for-you' and even the class clown Mark was gazing at us like we were about to go to jail. "Detention for the both o' ye's!!!" Mr Wellington glared at us and grabbed us from our collar. "But 'fer now.." His voice was gruffy (If there is such a word-guess not.) and he chucked us into Mr Lotus's Office. (The Principal's office if you're too dumb to know.) Mr Lo. kept us in till lunchtime, and just left us in the detention room. There was only a few people there. Mark, me, Stephanie, Sam, and Tyxion! and also the Nathan guy. Me and Steph sat down on desks together, with everybody in the room watching us. We kept sneaking glances at each other, and when the teacher came, we sat up straight, and pretended we were fat businessmen. I could tell Tyxion was jealous, the way she looked at me, and I could tell that Miriama had just ditched her. She wasn't all teary or anything, but it was obvious that she felt left out. Nathan was friends with Mark and Sam, me with Steph. Tyxion had no body. Sam, a random guy with cream blonde hair and freckles, was looking at Steph. She didn't notice, but then when I pointed it out to Steph, she caught him red-handed. He was the year above me & S, same class as Nathan. And the AMAZING thing is, they have the same initials! Stephanie Wilson, and Sam Wingshaw! We were going to have a club meeting, and our club name was Cool A (for Amelia) S (For Stephanie.) Cool AS. We were defenitely going to get together.

Chapter 13: Love Is In The Air (Ew Gross.)
Steph got up from her bike. Her bright red helmet shined in the air, flashing every time it moved. She walked into the kitchen. Her dad was baking a fruit sponge cake. "Hey Steph! Could you pass me the eggs?" Her dad asked, eyes still fixed on the mixture. "Here." Steph passed them on. They had chickens at the back, so they didn't need to go out and buy them. "Thanks darl. Hows your day?" Her dad was still concentrating on cracking the eggs, being careful not to splatter them everywhere like he did at Christmas. "mm...." Stephanie thought for a moments pause." Fine. I made a friend during science." "Whats her name?" Steph's dad turned around for the first time, and there was white gooey stuff on is forehead. Stephanie tried hard not to throw up, and rolled her eyes. He had been trying to get the pooping birds off the roof again. "Amelia."Stephanie replied. Nathan's head stuck out the side of the door. "Who?" He sounded eager. "The girl you went to detention with? The girl i met...?" His eyes went all misty and dreamy, and he asked her more questions.

"Is she in your class?" "Whats her full name?" "Does she do stuff like i do?" and weird stuff liike that.

Steph stared at her brother like he came from outer space to eat her family up one by one, gobbbling them up like a cannibal (he is one.) Nathan knew the look in her eyes. A Nancy Drew look. A suspicious look. A look that warned him to turn away and stop pestering her with these questions. He started off. Too late. "Hur hur hur..." the quiet sniggering of his dad drifted into his ears as Stephanie grabbed him by the shoulders. "You'd better not like my best friend!!!" She growled, showing her fierce pointed teeth. Nathan's dad joined in the fight that would have never existed if it weren't for his icky sicky heart. "Sweetie, let Nathan be." His dad gently shoved Steph out of the way, and Nathan sighed, relaxing. "Let his heart be torn down by pieces as he has this super mega crush on the girl." Of course. The dad who'd said 'Let Nathan be' would've been too good to be true. Nathan stomped his way up the stairs, and threw himself onto the bed. ' //How had his sister gotten hold of his short-time crush//?' He smiled into his soft feather pillow. //Maybe it was fate//. the door slowly opened. Nathan's eyes snapped open. in the dim light, Steph's figure showed up against the light outside. " Don't worry-I won't tell." she whisperes, before shutting the door with a faint. Nathan waited until he was absulutely satisfied and convinced that Stephanie had gone.

Steph felt a rush of feelings. She should have felt like a normal sister when they find out that their brother had a crush on a girl that she knew-tease as if her life depended on it. But, she had felt a little left out. Even though Amelia was HER best friend, and she didn't even know Nathan existed. //'Badum...badom...ba ba baba.....dum'//' The black and white phone started ringing as if the world was going to crumble to pieces if they didn't. "Yellow?" Steph picked up the phone and said a colour in one smooth move. She creased her forehead. Lines covered them like a blanket. "Hello? Who is this?" she repeated, her voice wavering a little. On the other end of the line, heavy breathing was heard. Stephanie put down the phone with a shivering hand, thinking who could have made that call. Maybe it was a dumb guy playing a dumb joke, or maybe this guy just wanted to act like the caller in a horror movie. Steph turned around, reaching out to drink a cup of cold water. It always made her calm down. Or was it warm milk? as her damp, sweaty fingers touched the cool glass, the phone rang again. Cats ran down Steph's back, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up and ran away. '//Maybe if I leave the phone, whoever it is might leave me alone.'// Steph thought, grabbing the glass and gripping it so much it was just about to smash into pieces. But the phone kept ringing, as if it knew she was ignoring it. "Get it!" Nathan's love-sick voice drifted into her ears. Steph shook her head, and reached out for the phone once again. "H-Hello?" She tried to sound like she wasn't about to go calling for mommy, but failed. "H....H--Hi.." a stuttering voice rang out. Steph covered the mouth piece, and sighed. Phew. Stephanie returned the phone to her ear. "Who is this?" she asked with a hint of doubt. "Oh, this is Sam." Of course. He was the one with the girl's voice on any phone. "Who is it??!!" Nathan's loud voice vibrated to Steph and the phone.

"SAM!!!" Stephanie shouted back. She went back to the phone.
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">"Do you want Nathan?" She asked sweetly. "Urr...no." Sam replied. "This is a message for you." Steph frowned. what was he playing at? Surely he was just joking! "Okay..." Steph said. "Check the wood next to your mailbox." The voice said. Then the line went dead. Steph shrugged. Won't kill her if she did. She opened the door with a strange eagerness. The weather wasn't exactly perfect. The wind was howling in her ear with pain, bending trees till they were sure to crack. The mailbox was same as always. No mail. Her eyes set on the place next to the usual mailbox. she gasped.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Amelia rolled her eyes as she listened to her new friend Stephanie. She was droning on and on about her new 'secret' admirer. As if it was 'secret'. He phoned her at the middle of the night!! And his lover was telling her all about it to her friend at a public school! Anybody could be listening!! Come on!! Amelia sighed once again for the millionth time, nearly ready to sleep through their conversation. "...and when i looked, guess what? This heart was carved into the wood, and there was SW and SW side by side inside the heart! And SW is my initials, Steph Wilson, and I know only one person who has the same initials as me! Sam Wingshaw!!! My brother's best friend!!! And he had rung me to make me see it! And I was...OMG!!!! This guy likes me! I mean-he WAS staring at me at detention, but that didn't exactly mean that he LIKED me!! I thought..." Amelia sighed AGAIN for the million and oneth time, clearly bored out of her wits, ready to attach a rocket to her back and fly off, leaving Steph to talk to herself about her 'ROMANCE'. Thankfully, the bell rang, and Amelia rushed off to class more eager than she had ever been in her LIFE!!! As if there weren't enough blabbermouths in her life! As she walked towards 8smg, her class, she found a peeking face at the corner of her eye, poking out beside a tree. Amelia's head turned, quick as a blink to find the culprit. The startled girl shook her head, and walked off, wondering if Steph's boring words had slithered into her mind, or if a guy was just being a dumb idiot.

Nathan panted, terrorised of the near miss of Amelia seeing him. SHe would never be good to him if she had known he was doing THIS! He was planning to see what she liked, what she didn't and was planning to ask her to the school dance at the end of the term. He hung his head in shame. Sam was always the braver one than him. That was why he was able to tell Steph that he loved her, even though it was on the phone, and all Nathan could do was look at her and wish. He wondered how much time he had before Steph realised what a blabbermouth she was, and blurt it out to Amelia that he had a mega-sized crush on her for about...a day! Nathan leaned against the tree, wondering if he should be single for the rest of his life. That was better than having to wait and have his heart shattered into a thousand cold pieces like a fallen glass ornament.

He sighed, and returned to class, not wanting to live, and not wanting to die either. Nathan stared at his best friend in shock. This whole day for him was to stare into the air and dream. It was pretty obvious what he was dreaming of. HIS sister. HIS crush's best friend. Sam had gotten in trouble 4 times already, and earned him a detention slip. Normally, in a week he would get one or two. He didn't even know what made honey according to him!!!!

He sighed AGAIN, wondering how he was to ever let Amelia know. "Nathaneil!!!!" Mrs. Butterscotch's high, posh voice squealed. She ALWAYS used his full name. "Stop sighing AT ONCE!!! Who would EVER want to go to the dance this term?!?! NOBODY!!!" She turned her high bun and scrawled Nathan's name on the chalkboard. obviously THAT meant detention wih Sam. But, of course, Sam wouldn't care. HE would be too busy daydreaming about you-know-who. But for once, Nathan wasn't listening. Fireworks were sparking and sizzling in his head. Of course, he had a plan that would SURELY work.

Chapter 15: The Plan
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I stared in confusion at my friend. She shrugged back at me. I looked into the locker once again. SURELY this wasn't happening. SURELY this wasn't true. SURELY this was just a dream...or a nightmare. But when i looked back, it was all still there.

I didn't think much of boys...most of the time they were pretty much like fat, lazy pigs...except uglier. But now some stood out to me. I remembered the speech Mr Dolands said. "If you get a ribbon tied up in a bow, open it and it will-or should- have the name on it of a boy that would like to go to the dance with you." I had pushed down some puke, but did the action anyway. " Girls, if you get chosen, you have a chance to accept or not. If you do, write your name on the back of the ribbon and put it in their locker. If you don't accept....well, we'll see about that." Translation : If you get a ribbon, you're lucky. You also have no choice to accept. If you don't accept the darn thing, we'll track you down and torture you 'till you swear you're never going to say no for the rest of your young, puny lives.

I knew he meant that. Last year I rejected this guy so Mr Lotus and Mr Wellington threatened to make me do lunch duty, rubbish duty, sewage duty AND drag me over to the guy and shout yes so that everyone could hear. Eventually I hid in the cafeteria cupboard and made the whole school turn into a pigsty, make my mum go hyper and get into the stage where she would kill the principle by shredding him into pieces with her claws and made myself get into serious, SERIOUS trouble.

But even all that didn't- couldn't- make me believe this was happening.

I took another deep breath, turned, and peeked into the locker 263 MY locker to see if it was true. and..yes it was.All 23 ribbons were there. I had counted. AND I had also looked to see who's name was on it. 1 was from Mark, the class clown. and 22 were from......Nathan. Stephanie's brother. The guy in detention. The guy who had saved me from Miriama the accused-but-innocent-then-assualting-murderer.

I glanced at Steph again. She was biting her lip, as if holding a shield between me and the truth. She was forcing a secret down, wondering if it would come bursting out, or stay trapped inside her mouth devising a way for freedom.

I raised my eyebrows at her, telling her that I already knew she was keeping a secret from me. I looked away as Sam and his friend Nathan walked past. Sam passed a hopeful smile at Steph and she smiled a warm grin in return. Nathan was looking everywhere but me.

I sighed in confusion and waited for the two of them to pass us. when they were out of sight, i grabbed Steph by the shoulders and shook her in the serious 'I mean it' way.

"What are you hiding from me?" I demanded, letting the words flow from my mass of tangled lines in my head out of my mouth. "You won't want to know the truth." she said, looking at a water fountain. "Well, it's better than not knowing anything! The suspension is killing me!!!" I shouted, breathless. Someone looked at me like i was a crazy maniac with anger management. I didn't care as long as I knew what was going on.

"Um...Er...."Stephanie stammered, unsure where to start. I stared at her intently. "You know my brother? H-he...."Her words rolled away to nothing as I pierced inside of her. "He.....I dunno how to say this...but...he told me not to tell...and..." Steph was taking forever. I rolled my eyes and rushed her. "Spill!!!" I ordered her. She looked around like we were discussing a plan of how to break into someone's house and pushed me into a corner. Steph cupped her hands around my ear and opened her mouth to speak.

"DON'T tell anyone, and DON'T tell my brother I told you. Y'see, my brother...NATHAN...has...he has a crush on you."

When I heard the last three words, my brain did a system shut down. If i could faint, I would've.

I took a few steps back automatically, grabbed my bag and went home in a daze.

**Chapter 16: Shyness strikes AGAIN!!**
<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Amelia gulped. She wasn't sure if she was ready to do this. Sure, she was thirteen but that didn't mean she had to go to these types of dances!! Steph stepped out of the darkness and patted Amelia on the back. It was alright for her. SHE actually LIKED her date for the dance. Amelia didn't even know her's well. To be honest, she had only seen him for a few days now!

Stephanie smiled cautiously. "You may be going with my brother," She looked like she was about to barf. "But i don't mind... for now." Amelia shrugged. "I wouldn't go with him...if I had a choice." The pair of them laughed shrill laughs, showing their nervousness growing in a ball in their stomachs.

Steph was in dance clothes, unlike Amelia. Steph's sparkly blood red dress glowed in the dim light, and the sequins at the bottom hem shined colorfully. Her hair was done up neatly, with a few pins and a hair band. Her face was showing a bit of light make-up and shiny lip-gloss was seen. Amelia was in more of a casual look. She didn't think much for dressing up fancily. She wore some tight jeans with a red black-striped bandana sticking out. A tight-ish sleeve-less shirt with the logo Rock My World was her only other change. Except for her small pony-tail tying up what little was left of her short hair. Her mom had hurried to put some mascara on, and so Amelia had spent ages trying to rub it off, with no effect. Amelia's mom had also made more destruction. She had rushed on some blue eyeshadow, but Stephanie comforted Amelia by saying it went well with her shirt. Of course, that only made her feel worse.

Stephanie's dad, a guy with pleasant chocolate brown hair and glasses, had agreed to drop all four (Amelia, Stephanie, Sam and Nathan) of them off at the school. Amelia cried shotgun first, eager to not sit next to Nathan, or else there would be a lot of uneasiness in the air.

Amelia stared up at the night sky and thought of Dawn. She had been too busy drowning in her own issues to worry about her cute little baby sister. She held her breath as the car stopped at a glowing school. She felt Stephanie reach for her hand, grabbing it and squeezing it with all her might at the tension.

Amelia pasted on a forced smile, and entered the hall.

The place was a mess. Not the people, but the music.

Everything was crashing into each other. Amelia gulped as she glanced right, and left. Steph smiled at Sam while he forced himself through the crowd towards her. Unfortunately, Nathan came in tow.

Amelia gulped, immediately feeling like she was in an airless cupboard. She made a quick excuse, mumbling about the punch, and slipped off. Nathan stopped in his tracks, and retreated into the shadows.

**Chapter 17: The Meaning Of EW**

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I wiped off a bead of sweat, trickling down my forehead. I was feeling like a dead guinea pig. Too bad I didn't have enough time to pretend I had swine flu, then miraculously got better the day after... or maybe I could pass off like I was dead and never had to go to school and face up to my sick friends again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steph marching up to me, ready to bombard me with questions. While I was watching Stephanie the terminater, I didn't see Tyxion creeping up on me.

"Hi Amelia." Tyxion said. I turned my eyeballs in her direction. "Oh! Hi, Tyxion..." My hand flew to my head. The punch bowl spoon flew up as well, flinging punch in every direction. Most of that direction was Tyxion.

"Sorry!!!" I apologized. I still wanted, deep down my mind, hidden between pages of stuff that really mattered, like, what made teachers make you get into detention, or how to recover a stolen lollypop.

I covered my ears. i expected Tyxion to explode into some sort of tantrum, shouting she would never be my friend again. In the time that I was with her, i had learned that Tyxion seriously needed anger management classes for the retarded and demented.

a deadly silence began. I peered out through my fingers. The corners of Tyxion's mouth reached up to her cheeks. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Then I knew. "Friends again?" I offered. "Friend s." She accepted. We spat on our hands and shook, (If you think thats totally gross, you don't know the true meaning of friendship. ) and hugged. It felt good to be reunited with my old buddy. Too bad I didn't see what Stephanie did.


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<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Stephanie grimaced. It was because of the sight AND of the feeling in her stomach. Seeing Amelia-HER best friend- and Tyx-whats her name- -the traiter- embrace made her feel like she was unwanted - again-. She sighed and looked around. There were a couple of delicious-looking cakes- but she had lost her appetite. Stephanie walked over to the re united friends, and pushed them apart. "Come ON!" she snapped "We don't have time for this!" She saw Tyxion swapping looks with Amelia that looked sort of like 'Why'd you choose her?' and felt furious. "Let's GO! Amelia." Barely managing to contain her anger, she pushed Amelia to the ede of the table, far away from Tyxion. She made careful not to slip on the spilled punch, and managed to pull Amelia along too.

There was a feeling that grew and grew in her middle that made her do an action she couldn't control.

'Amelia can't blame me for something she didn't see.' Stephanie thought as she stcuck out a foot in front of the spilt punch. Tyxion was making her way to Amelia- which had the punch in the middle.

Stephanie bit her lip to stop herself grinning and laughing hysterically when Tyxion's foot met hers. Tyxion's arms stuck out, trying to stop herself from the fall. Her flailing arms slid on the juice and her chin struck down hard on the cold marble floor.

Amelia rushed to her aid, helping Tyxion up -carefully avoiding the punch. Stephanie frowned as Amelia asked a row of safety questions about her health.

Tyxion flashed a glare at Stephanie, who was dodging the poisonous looks. No one except Tyxion would have noticed, and she's too dumb to tell.

Amelia shot a 'please-help-me' look, and Stephanie shrugged off the guilt. 'Nobody would want her to be here anyway.' she thought as she swivelled around to face the door. But instead to the door, her big brother was standing in her way.

Nathan grabbed Stephanie's collar, and dragged her into a corner with a look that always promised tattling.

**Chapter 18:A Book Of Truth** <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">"What is your problem with Tyxion?" hissed Nathan. "You have a grudge now-don't you?" Stephanie looked sheepishly at the window. "TELL ME!" Nathan snarled.

"What does it matter to YOU anyway?" Stephanie snapped. A typical brother sister fight was erupting.

"Well, why are you so mean to Tyxion? I mean-she was Amelia's former friend! You should be HAPPY that they're together now!" "Well, I'm NOT!" Stephanie's eyes began to sting with tears. "I saw you trip Tyxion up you idiot! You think IM BLIND?!"

"NO!!!IT'S JUST that...that...that I'm...sorta..." Stephanie stuttered. "Get ON WITH IT!" Nathan roared. "FINE! It's just that it's not right that Tyxion ditched Amelia so cruelly, and she hangs out with MIRIAMA the EVIL, while Amelia makes a new friend, who would NEVER EVER ditch her, then Tyxion becomes a loner, 'cos Miriama wouldn't accept her, then she comes back begging on her knees to come back!! IT'S NOT RIGHT!" Stephanie snapped.

Nathan stared back, stunned. "But...Isn't that just plain jealousy...?"

"Well, even if it is, I DON'T CARE!!" Stephanie screamed in his face. "I REALLY, REALLY DON'T CARE!!!"

"Still, if you really feel like that...you're not REALLY a true friend of Amelia...she's HAPPY that Tyxion has come back...you should feel that too if you are a TRUE friend."

Suddenly, the fight evaporated from inside Stephanie. She dropped her fierce look to the ground. "I-didn't...think of it..." She stumbled. '//Maybe I'm really not being a real friend. maybe I should STAY a loner...'// she thought.

"Just stop being so mean to Tyxion. "Nathan said calmly to the sobbing figure of Stephanie. "You still have a chance to be a true friend. Take it."

Stephanie rubbed the tears rolling down her cheeks off her face. She stood up to reveal red, tearstained skin around her eyes. "Well whether I've got the chance to redo the relationship with Amelia, I'll stil have a chance to cover my face." she grinned, pulling out some powder.

Nathan snorted, and walked away, in the direction of Amelia. "Pssch. Girls."

//A Note from The Author: In case you didn't know, I'm a girl. So that last remark is TOTALLY not true. I mean- I would say 'Pssch. Yeah right. Boys.' and shake my head. But I can't, or I'm actually already doing it and you're just too blind to see anything. Anyhow, all I'm saying is that Girls Rule and Boys Drool. Pretty obvious if you ask me. (Don't bother- I'm too busy for you.) So, what I'm saying is that girls are google- ex times google- ex better than boys and I mean it. Ask any sane person here and they'll agree. Ciao!//

Amelia looked up above Tyxion as Nathan approached. As soon as the awkward atmosphere had entered, Tyxion had shuffled off out of sight to peek.

"So...hi." Amelia mumbled. '//Okay. I'm facing a guy who has a crush on me. He wrote 22 invitations for the dance and he's saying something. Brace yourself//. ' She winced as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Hi." He eventually said after an eternity of waiting. "So...um.....err.....hi."

"Yeah..."Amelia replied, a bit off balance. "Are you having a good time?"

"Well, sorta. It's better than being in a toilet for half a night. "He managed. "How 'bout you?"

Amelia was too busy laughing her tongue off. Every element of her was screaming for her to stop laughing, especially her sides, because they were aching. She collapsed onto the floor in a heap of giggles, and a controlled gasp escaped from the crowd. "Is she dead?" An eager voice came out from the crowd. "Is she really really truly dead?" An eager (and ugly.) face popped out from in between the crowd. It was Miriama.

She was greeted by the sight of Nathan holding out a hand to help Amelia up, and Amelia took it. Amelia was still controlled by giggles as she made an offer to Nathan. "Friends?" she asked. "JUST friends?" Nathan replied. "Well, DUH. " Amelia grinned as she shook hands with Nathan.

Miriama gave a small shout of fury and disappeared into the crowd.

Stephanie shuffled her way in between Amelia and Nathan. "I think it's time we went back." she mumbled.

Amelia replied with a nod of her head and said goodbye to Tyxion.

"Wait- maybe- if I can get permission- ride with you in her car?" Tyxion suggested, pointing her thumb towards Stephanie. Stephanie turned and scowled at Tyxion without Amelia knowing.

"Well, sure- but it's not my decision to make. It's Steph's choice. " Amelia said, looking up at Stephanie hopefully.

"Sorry, but we've got too many people in the car- "Stephanie began, hoping that Tyxion would leave them alone. "Of course you can, there's more than enough space in the car. " Nathan butted in, glaring pitifully at Stephanie.

"Thanks." Tyxion smiled warmly. She and Amelia stepped over to the punch bowl to have a private talk.

Stephanie crept from table to table, trying to sneak a bit of their conversation. "Yes!" she howled as quietly as she could, trying to avoid Nathan's disapproving stare.

"...don't think that your 'friend' Stephanie likes me very much. Not that I care that you made a new friend when I was gone..." Tyxion was saying. "No! She likes you a lot! " Amelia insisted.

"Well, she still doesn't like me."

"Prove."

"First of all, SHES the one that tripped me over in front of the spilt punch! "

"YOU can't prove it."

"Just listen to me!"

"Do you WANT to be enemies again after being friends for about," Amelia checked her watch. "five minutes."

"NO! fine, theres something ELSE that proves that Stephanie doesn't like me. She wouldn't let me on the car!"

"Seriously, there WAS hardly any space in the car! And I won't let you go into the car if you don't shut up about Stephanie not liking you."

"Fine. ."

"Lets just leave it-"

"Just ASK Stephanie!"

"I will!"

Amelia looked around wildly for stephanie, who was under a table. "STEPH! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Stephanie stood up abruptly. Unfortunately, the table was over her.

"OUCH!" a muffled voice came out from under the table, that bobbed up when Stepanie's head went into contact with it.

"Stephanie?" Amelia peered under the table. "Um...hi." A dazed looking Stephanie looked back at her.

"Do you like Tyxion?" Amelia asked sternly, getting to the point.

"Oh-sure!...i mean...she IS...you did...like...yeah." Stephanie stuttered.

Amelia swivelled around to talk to Tyxion. "See?" she waved in her face. "Now lets get out of here. the teachers are acting seriously weird." she pointed to the teachers, shyly circling each other as if they wanted to dance.

**Chapter 19: Happy Endings/Bad Endings**

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Amelia waved back to Stephanie and Tyxion as she stepped towards her front door. They eagerly waved back and Nathan gave her a shy glance. Amelia grinned a toothy smile back and headed into the house. Taking the keys out of her jeans pocket, she forced it into the hole in the doorknob and turned.

Putting a foot onto the marble floor, she called out. "Hey mum! dad! you awake?" she shouted loud enough to wake the dead, but the only sound that greeted her was the sound of a soft wailing from Dawn. "Guess not. Except you. "Amelia gently nudged Dawn on the tummy. Dawn reacted by attempting to grab her finger and stuff in her trap. Amelia snatched it back, and cradled it as if it were a dying person, hanging on the verge of life and death.

Amelia followed the corridor and waited outside the room that had a bundle of signs, threatening your life. DO NOT COME INTO THIS ROOM OR ELSE YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE. I WILL SA Y THIS ONE MORE TIME. DO NOT COME IN TO THIS ROOM IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOU RSELF GROW INTO A PATHETIC LOSER. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> Amelia opened the door, ignoring the sign. She stepped over the mountains of clothes scattering the floor, and flopped onto her bed. "OW!" she cringed as something hard bit into her back.Amelia belly-flopped over to see what it was. It was the Fairy Tales Gone Wrong book.

Amelia turned into a sitting position, and opened the book to the creased page.

//<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Before anybody could say that the princess didn't brush her teeth, she started snoring. the prince was up all night, crying like a baby. (he is one like all of you are.) //<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> //All night the princess snored like a little pig. She snored all morning, and snored all afternoon. It was already 6:15 by the time she woke up. "WAKE UP!!" the queen yelled at the sleeping figure, which instantly set off the baby prince. "uh...what? Hey, you. What's the time, mate?" she said warily to the queen. "It's quarter past six." The queen said coldly. "Omigod! I woke up too early!" The princess shrilled. "Shuttup." the queen said, slapping the princess on the cheek. "I kept to my end of the bargain, so you keep to yours." "What bargain?"the princess stared up at her.// //the queen glared at the princess "The deal. " She breathed out "Of .when you and prince would get together after." but the princess was already halfway out the door. "Well- too bad cos i aint doing it." She said "You said to get lost. So I'm getting lost." So before the queen could utter a word, the princesshad jumped out the window, and was headed towards the thorn bushes. The queen grimaced when the baby prince started crying, and felt fed up. "You take care of yourself. I'm going." And with that, the queen left in the tracks of the princess. The prince bawled while he made his breakfast, changed his nappy, put up the washing and read himself a bedtime story, and live unhappily ever after.//

Amelia let out a mouth-splitting and shoved the book aside. her eyelids were weighing down, body aching to rest. 'Well SOME stories DO have happy endings.' she thought as she let sleep do the rest.

<span style="color: #8a679e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 240%;">THE END

Acknowledgments This is a whole chapter-ish stuff about thank-you's so if you're one of those really grumpy people that hate seeing people happy, put down this book immediately and send a form for anger management classes.

First of all, I would like to thank my friends, but especially Annie and Cecilia. They're really awesome writers as well as awesome friends so you should check out some of their books. Anyway, thanks for 'inspiring' me to make a book. This is about my FIRST finished book, and so yeah. Anyway, Annie has made loads of books (so I gues you could call her a writing-freak.) that are way cool and so did Cecilia, but not as many.

Second, I'd like to thank Mrs Thumath who organised the writing group in which I made this story. One tip if you just happen to live on earth in new zealand in auckland in the North shore and just happen to live in the Taka puna or hillcrest and just HAPPEN to go to Sunnbrae primary, I suggest you try to get into FPS, GATE maths, and ESPECIALLY the writer's group. I don't care (Well, actually I do.) whether you like writing or not, just if you're good. (But that still matters too!)So, yeah.

Third, I would like to thank YOU reader. who just HAPPENED to read this book and read it right to the end. I thank you for reading it, try to look for the book 'Runaway Orphan'. (If I ever get it published ) 'cos thats my next goal- to finish all my half written books. So, thats it. Let's hope that I can become an author or something later in life. Oh, and plus. I know that the ending to the wrong side of Princess And The Pea is dry. No use telling me that 'cos I'll aready be scolding myself hardcore. So, bye!