All that night, Amy tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep from the questions that haunted her head like a banshee.
Something wasn't right, with both Angela, and the boys.
Angie had been rather flustered when Amy returned that evening, she was questioning her and asking her things that Amy couldn't answer.
She pulled her covers over her head and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning was the same as ever, except today was a Saturday, which meant she was free to roam around on her own all day.
She got up early and walked into Angie's office. To her surprise, she wasn't there. Now that
was odd! Angie was always in her room!
Amy looked left and right to check no one was there and made her way in, to see if Angie knew something, like if she was going to be adopted or not, that was the thing Amy dreaded most!
She scrambled through the papers, looking for some sort of evidence, she found nothing. Just then, she heard a couple of voices down the hall, they were Tim and Angie's voices.
Amy couldn't leg-it now! She had to hide. She spotted a wardrobe in the far corner and hurried inside, just before they arrived.
Amy could hear the small, high pitched voice of Tim and the mellow voice of Angie.
"You know something, don't you?" she hissed.
"I do, and I'm not letting Amy's past remain a secret!" he snapped.
"So..." she breathed. "You're one of
them are you?
Those filthy..."
Amy stopped listening to Angie and Tim's conversation as something had caught her eye, a small box, glinting in the light of the sun through the crack in the door.
Amy picked it up and felt the smooth serface beneath her fingers, she held it closer to the light to see her name was engraved on the front.
She gasped. It wasn't her birthday! So why did Angie have this in her wardrobe?
The box looked very old fashioned, but not a scratch nor a dent was on it. She felt the back, there was a key! This wasn't just any box, it was a music box!
She longed to listen to the melody, but she couldn't, not with them in there!
She then decided to peer inside the box. She carefully opened the lid and peeped inside.
Something gold glinted inside, like a small star in the night sky.
She pulled out the object and felt a chain sink around her fingers. She held it up to the light to see it was a locket!
A beautiful, hand crafted locket, with a Pumpkin on the front.
That was odd, why a Pumpkin? Amy placed it back inside the box and held it tight to her chest. Many more questions now filled her head, and in order to solve them, she
had to find Tim.
She heard their footsteps getting quieter. She climbed out of the wardrobe and ran back into her room, picking up her day bag and putting her box in it, along with her snack for the day.
"Bye Angie!" she called, slamming the door behind her.
Tim was ahead of her, crossing the road.
"TIM!" she cried, Tim looked around and waited for her on the curb.
"Amy..." he gasped. "Are you alright?"
Amy took her bag off her shoulders and pulled out the music box.
"Look!" she exclaimed, showing him the box. "It has my name on it!"
Tim's eyes widened. "Where'd you find this?" he asked, utterly awestruck.
"In Angie's wardrobe! Wierd, huh?"
Tim wrapped his arms around Amy and hugged her tight.
"You genius!" he shouted.
"What? What have I done?" she laughed.
"Turn the key in the box! Listen to the music!"
"I was just about to! I'm so excited!"
Amy turned the key in the back and opened the box.
A most beautiful tune began to play and Tim began to sing.
"Boys and girls of every age...wouldn't you like to see something strange?"
Amy smiled. "Did you make that up? Because it's very good!"
Tim placed his hand on Amy's and closed the box with it.
"Follow me..." he whispered. "If you want to escape reality..."
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