thuy-thuy's novel

Part One

  In the peek of her eyes, Amilia could see the full rounded, plumped red moon lying on the dark black . The sky was an old ricket haunted house pouring out rain. It was only 7:35 a.m. and the sky was suppose to be a light blue sprinkling across the surface of the Earth, but it wasn’t. Although it might cause wonder to the ordinary people, Amilia knew exactly why it was like that, it was because the underground ruler, a horrible monster, Haiti, was here. All Amilia’s blue eyes could bare to see was smoke all over the red yard, and she could see the shadow of Haiti gripping on to her own mother’s neck. Standing on the burning, red grass, Amilia can’t help but to cry. Her strenght had weaken form all of the crying but somehow, tears just won’t stop. “Please, please let her go!” Amilia pleaded weakly as tears started rolling down her pale looking cheeks and dropping one by one onto the burning grass. “This is what you get for not listening!” Haiti shouted wickedly and in a blink of an eye, Haiti vanished with Amilia’s mother to the underground world. “Nooooo!”

   “Huh, oh, it was just a dream!” Amilia said with a relieve sigh as she got out of her bed; letting the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes, salty scrambled eggs and the fresh smell of whole-grain bread lead her into the kitchen. Mrs. George was in the kitchen sitting at the dining table with a cup of grained coffee. “Good morning Mrs. George!” Amilia said blissfully as she shoved a piece of bread into her mouth. “Can’t you for once call me mother?” Mrs. George replied her voice feeling disappointed. “I’m sorry, I’m just not use to it.” Amilia said feeling shame, her face getting red. She dashed to get a cup of cold orange juice to calm her face down. Actually, it was hard for her to call Mrs.George mother because really, she’s not her real mother. Mrs.George said that she found Amilia on her front doorstep late one night when it was pouring outside. There was no one there and because the baby was crying because of starvation, Mrs.George brought her in. She had no companion after her husband had died in a horrible accident that occurred in the underground world so Mrs.George decided to adopt the baby. It has been 13 years now and that same baby has grown and her name was Amilia. Amilia is really thankful and appreciate what Mrs.George had done for her, but she still can’t have the hang to call her mother. Amilia didn’t have a normal life and that was true. Mrs.George had been a slave for the underground ruler, Haiti and had escaped from her. Mrs.George was the key to Haiti’s mission of taking over Earth and because she wanted to keep peace between the two worlds, Mrs.George denied the mission’s plans. Mrs.George and her husband tried to run away from Haiti and although she have escaped, her husband did not. “How’s the campaign going?” Mrs.George asked curiously as she got up to put her dishes into the sink. “Fine, but I still need to bake some cupcakes. Yesterday,  Christine brought in brownies!” Amilia replied envy of Chrisyine, her face expression telling that she doesn’t want to think about it anymore. The clock digits had turn 7:50 and Amilia was late. She rushed out of the dining room to get her tote and ran out of the house. “Bye!” Mrs.George manage to bellowed waving her wet, soaked hand in the air due to she had started to wash the dishes already.