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The Amethyst Files

As if my parents dying wasn't bad enough, I had to move to a stupid small town with my Gram. And that would lead to the end of the world.

***

I growled when Gram said we were moving to Amethyst, but then I asked how.

"A plane," Gram said simply.

Then I cracked. "A stupid plane is what killed my freaking parents in the first place! You think I would want to ride a stupid plane so I could freaking die? I don't think so!"

"Who else will take you? No-one. So suck it up, really," Gram said, her strong eyes peering at me, as if daring me to argue. I growled but didn't object.

Usually grandparents were, well, grand. But Gram thought I was too spoiled to get any other make-up. Which was okay, I guess.

She wore red, wire-rimmed reading glasses sometimes, and her face was wrinkly.

I think that the reason she's so sour is because Gramps died.

***

After the 2-hour-long drive to the airport, Gram took me inside. My heels clicked in the tile, and my skirt swished around my thighs.

"Bathroom, then food," Gram said.

I clicked all the way to the cold bathroom and the first thing I did was brush my waist-length blonde hair. Then I fixed my make-up. If Gram caught me doing this she would snap at me, but she doesn't like the bathroom stalls, so she uses a more private one. I saw the make-up and remembered that my mom gave it to me. I sighed and walked into an empty stall. The tears threatened to well up in my eyes but I blinked them back.

'I am NOT going to cry.' I told myself. And I did my business and left.

On the plane was a different story. I remembered Mom and Dad, leaving New York City, going on a paradise trip. I saw the plane leave, and I never expected them to die, they were only supposed to be gone for a week.

When they were a week late, I started to worry. No news had been out about a plane crash. Yet.

The memory played itself again and again in my head.

"Get moving," Gram said, scaring me out of my memories. It'd been a week since Mom and Dad died, but I still had nightmares.

"I-I was getting to it," I said quietly.

"Really? Because it seemed to me that you were standing there staring in space holding up the line," Gram said.

"Oh," I said, and that was all.

***

The plane was falling at a fast speed. The clouds zoomed past the plane, and suddenly there were no clouds, only trees. At first I saw just the leaves, then the trunks. Then-

***

"Emily, wake up, we're here," Gram said.

What a great way to spend a plane ride. I could swear that it was real.

I stepped off the plane and walked into the airport. Gram told me to sit down while she chatted with one of the security people. One that was her age, I noted.

I knew that she was gonna be a while, so I pulled out a worn-out (unlike everything else I own) copy of "Harry Potter, The Sorcerer's Stone" and re-read it for about the millionth time.

***

By the time I got to chapter 6, Gram was rushing over, beaming like there was half the sun in her smile.

"Wassup?" I said, expecting her to snap at me for talking slang.

"Mr. Harrison will show us around," she said instead, still beaming, " and he offered me a job at Hunter Co.!"

"Heh, wow, Gram, we are getting along quite... nicely here, huh?" I said nervously.

Gram said she would never replace Gramps, never, even if the world depended on it. But here she was, messing around with a guy she barely new. This guy... something was off about him. Like he was planning something horrible.

I waved the thought away and I walked behind Gram and Mr. Harrison.

As we walked through the airport I check my phone. No bars.

"Don't worry, the airport won't allow any signal to communicate. Once we get closer to town, you'll get some communication," Mr. Harrison said, apparently having seen me whip out my phone.

"Oh, o-okay," I stuttered. We walked the rest of the way to the house in silence.

The houses seemed to be all different, though they all had two floors. The library seemed pretty big, but it looked like a place that was always empty. Not unusual for a library. I saw what must've been the elementary school, and the middle/high school was in another, larger building beside it.

I somehow hadn't noticed the weird pattern of the road. There were green stripes down the middle, and a red path beside it.

Weird, I thought.

Mr. Harrison dropped in front of one of the houses, beside which had to be one of the nicest houses in town. Ours was the second nicest, but I didn't care.

I suddenly felt like crying. This stupid town had taken away all my friends and my whole life. It seemed like there were barely any people even living in this town. New York City was much larger, with more people and no strange roads.

Still, I fought back the tears. No way was I going to cry in front of strangers. Er, a stranger. Or Gram.

It seemed like Gram didn't mourn. When Gramps died, she cried at the funeral but never spoke or thought about him after she swore never to replace him. Then, when Mom and Dad died, she didn't even cry. Mom wasn't her favorite child, apparently.

***

Once Mr. Harrison left, Gram said the room upstairs was mine. When she left me in what would probably be the living room, I walked up to see my room. It had a desk and dresser and a mattress frame, but it didn't have a mattress.

I pulled my matters upstairs and set it on the frame. I set my cell phone on the nightstand and started putting papers, pens, pencils, and spiral notebooks in the desk drawers. There was a cubby that I out my books in, but I only had a few because Gram told me to donate most of them. I pulled out my worn copies of "Harry Potter" and set them nearly on the shelf. Next was a few books from the "Pendragon" series, and "Alice in Wonderland". There was still room on the shelf, but I decided that I'd buy more books later.

I suddenly had a random thought. What is my school like? Will I be popular there? Should I? I sighed. Maybe I should try to be different, I thought.

It was Sunday, so I would have to go to school the next day. It was surprising how they got me enrolled so fast, but I didn't question anything. The alst thing I needed was to get in trouble with Gram for snooping around in someone else's business.

***

My alarm blared, waking me up unpleasantly. I rubbed my eyes, and suddenly remembering the past day's work. I sighed (I do that an awful lot, don't I?) and started to get dressed.

"Hmm... Summer Dress or Spring outfit?" I asked myself, opening my window to see the nice day.

I picked out a pink shirt, denim cut-offs, and yellow sandals and grabbed my backpack.

Oh, crap, I thought. I forgot to pack my bag.

I grabbed some notebooks and a some pencils and shoved them in my bag.

Then I remembered that I set my alarm early so I could go to the library before school.

The library had more advanced boos than books for children, like "13 Reasons Why" which I had already read.

I walked over to the teen area, looking for a 200-300 page book. I found "Myriana's Pathway", but it was a bit long. I supposed it would do.

I flipped through the pages, then decided I wanted it.

"Hello, you must be the new kid, huh?" the librarian asked.

"How did you-"

"I have my ways," she said, and checked out my books.

***

The school seemee pretty new, other then some faded graffiti on the bricks. Lots of kids were buzzing around, hanging out by the bike racks, but one caught my attention.

A girl, gray and gold sweater and white leggings, and looked really smart with her brown hair pinned into a bun. She looked around, looking for someone. Instead of hanging out with other clusters of people on a bench, she stood on the steps in front of the school. Alone. Cute.

I blushed. Then apparently she saw me, and she blushed too. I walked up to her.

"New kid?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"Come on, let me show you around," she said.

"Okay," I said, not knowing anything else to say.

She brought me to the principal first.

"This is Ms. Limen," the girl said, "she's kind of her own secretary."

I waved hi, and she waved back. Usually, principals usually had secretaries, whether to be an actual secretary, or to be a friend. It was weird that Ms. Limen didn't have one.

Next was the science lab. Oh, I especially hated science. All these weird names and they don't make sense...

"I hate science too," she said. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Maria."

But how did she know I hated science..?

"You had that look on your face."

Mysterious, but cute. "I'm Emily."

"You know, you should take your hair out if that bun," I blurted, the first sentence over three words that I had said all day.

She stared at me, her cute mouth gaping open.

I stared back at her.

"Um, I-I'll think about that..." Maria said.

I trailed behind her the rest of the tour in silence.

Ms. Limen handed me my schedule. Maria and I shared second period, sixth period, and lunch.

Homeroom was English. That was the easiest class for me. Second period was Science, luckily I shared it with Maria. She was goo1d at it, but that must've taken a lot of studying. Sixty period was Math. Ugh, math. That is the second hardest class. Ever.

***

After school, I asked Maria if she wanted to hang out.

She studied me for a minute, probably making sure it wasn't a trap, and said sure. I texted Gram and told her I would be at a friends housw for a little bit.

When we got to her house (turns out she was our neighbor with the nicest house) I asked where her room was.

"In the basement. My sister has the downstairs room and my parents have the upstairs one," Maria answered.

"Cool," I said. I still hadn't gotten the courage to say much since the hair thing.

We grabbed a bag of potato chips and walked down to her room.

Her walls were lined with books, "Harry Potter", "Pendragon", and much others that I didn't recognize. AND she still had library books piled up on her night stand.

She had a large matress with gray and cold blankets on it. Her pillow had a golden-maroon "M" on it.

"Wow, your bed looks nice," I said, trying to break the awful awkward silence.

"Mhm. It's comfy," she said, and then it was awkward again.

"Er, so you like reading?" I asked.

Maria perked up. "Yes. I I've read some Harry Potter books, and I also love Pendragon!"

"What's your favorite Harry Potter book?"

"I don't know... they're all pretty great. What's yours?"

"Sorcerer's Stone."

"Mmm..."

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