Jack and Sally continued to search for the rest of the month, but never found her. It killed Jack inside to empethize the fact his daughter may be dust, but he never lost hope, he believed Amy would return, someday.
Meanwhile, the heroine of our tale grows up into a world, of day-to-day rutines and rules, which bores her to death.
"AMY!" cried Angela from the bottom of the stairs.
Amy rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to get up and go to school, because Angela home-tutored her, along with the other orphans there.
Angela called her name again. "FIVE MORE MINUTES!" she shouted. Angela was right outside her door. "UP!" she shouted, Amy jumped but wasn't scared, in fact, she was
never scared!
She rolled out of bed and walked over to her wardrobe to put on her clothes.
"Good girl, breakfast is waiting downstairs" said Angela, walking away.
Amy sighed and pulled open her wardrobe. She pulled out her pink spotted top and her muddy jeans, yanked them on and walked down the stairs to breakfast.
To her dismay, there were other people down there.
Jessica, Rachel, Hannah and finally Tim. The one person she liked.
The girls began whispering as Amy sat next to Tim. She stared at the bowl of soggy cornflakes and heaved a sigh.
The girls giggled vigerously. Tim turned to her.
"Good morning Amy" he whispered.
"Mornin'" huffed Amy, ignoring the bursts of laughter from behind her.
"How are you?"
"I'm alright, I guess"
"You guess? Amy, you say the same every morning!"
"I know..."
Tim stayed silent for a moment.
Jessica tapped Amy on the shoulder, Amy looked round reluctantly.
"Hows it going doofus?" she whined.
"Had any nightmares recently?" giggled Rachel.
"No, actually. I haven't."
"Shame" added Hannah. "We like seeing you squirm! Oh father! Father help me!"
Amy didn't say anything, she just looked at her cereal with a depressed look on her face.
"Too bad you don't
have parents anymore." laughed Jessica.
"Died in a car crash if I recall correctly!" smiled Rachel.
"BEEP BEEP! SCREEEEECH! CRASH! BOOM!" immatated Hannah.
"MY PARENTS ARE NOT DEAD!" screamed Amy. "THEY'LL COME FOR ME! YOU'LL SEE!"
Amy stormed out of the kitchen, pulled on her trainers and ran out the front door. Desperate to leave this mad house.
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Poor Amy! D:
