Amelia awoke from her sleep, this time with a jolt. She surged from her bed to turn off her alarm as usual.
'so it was just a hoax Afterall…it's kind of hard to believe that a book could collect such details on my life like that. Should I just report it to the police? What if I have a stalker?'
trapped deep in thought, Amelia could hear the recurring sound of an alarm clock buzzing in her ear.
"I thought I had turned it off? Did I miss the button?" Amelia takes a glance to her side where her alarm is normally placed.
'...'
Amelia stares at the desk beside her and notices that her alarm clock isn't there. In fact, everything was gone; her whole room had changed. She does not recognise her surroundings. Where her wardrobe was originally placed, there was a wooden shelf attached to the wall with neatly placed toys and figures from various cartoon series that she recognises from her days as a nerd. In the corner of the room, there was a chair tucked under a fairly wide white desk. Besides the chair on a little pedestal was a pc one of pretty modern quality, much nicer than her family pc back at home. Her room was no longer painted blue, but rather covered in a lavender print. Amelia thought it was pretty, but quickly came to the realisation that she was not in her own home. Was this a weird dream? She stumbles out of bed to turn off her phone alarm that she didn't set. She looks down at the device, it was an older model but still one nicer than that of her original phone.
Should I be touching this at all? Maybe it is a clue to find out what's going on.'
That's when she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the mirror placed against the wall. Amelia lets out a gasp and quickly covers her mouth in horror to what is in front of her. Her hair, slightly dishevelled from waking up, is now wavy, medium-length and brunette. Her eyes are a beautiful emerald green colour and her complexion is slightly darker than she's used to seeing, with her skin being clearly well nourished and taken care of.
"Freya Wilson...Why the hell am I her?! This is just a dream. This is just a dream."
She speaks in Freya's voice. She can smell the subtle scent of flowers that was Freya's lavender scented perfume. She pinches herself to make sure. Realising it was in fact not a dream, but a genuine occurrence; she had become Freya Wilson. The person she despises most in this world.
In the mind of Amelia Christabel only one thing runs through her mind. The book. That's what brought her here. She thinks it was akin to a horror story if anything. In this fit of anger, The words run in her mind over and over.
'In order to change the fate of [Amelia Christabel] you have to first uncover what made her this way. Delve into her past. Look for her truths. Save her from harm.' She sits down on the chair and slams the desk causing it to aggressively tremble.
'was this some sort of sick joke? Was this God's final trick on me? Of all the people it could've been, it had to be the one person I never wished to see again. Why am I her anyway? If I'm truly inside the world of a book about my destiny, then why did I have to turn into someone else in the first place? couldn't I have saved myself?'
Amelia, for the first time in a while, finds herself in an uncomfortable situation which causes her to quiver and cry. The poor girl does not understand what she did to deserve this. However, she did not have long to wallow in self-pity.
"Freya? Is everything okay up there?! You don't want to be late for your first day of school do you!?" The voice gets louder as she hears footsteps approaching the door.
"Freya? Are you awake? honey, you need to wake up if you haven't already, you are going to be late."
The person standing at the door slightly opens it which reveals a sharp and distinct creek causing the once distraught Amelia to quickly wipe her face and face the door with a smile. She was used to doing this kind of stuff you know? playing pretend.
"Hi mum, I was just about to get ready now, sorry for taking so long."
she enthusiastically replied to the stranger at the doorstep. Freya's mother nodded seemingly happy with her answer and followed up on The girl's words with "Well don't be too long now or you won't be able to eat breakfast." Freya's mother closes the door slowly and her footsteps drift off downstairs back to where she came from.
Amelia sighed profusely. Having gained some newfound mental clarity from that conversation, she hurriedly began to put on the school uniform which she found hung up in Freya's closet. She reminisces on the days she wore it to school and both fond memories as well as ones she would rather not remember, come to mind. The person she had become was the centre of that torment. She could not forgive Freya and wanted to punch herself just to get back at her. Although, she couldn't bring herself to do that. She hated herself more than she did Freya for not being able to save herself from her tormentor.
Amelia begins to tidy herself up and as disgusted as she is looking at Freya, she has to admit she truly is a beautiful girl.
"it's a shame her God-like looks didn't give her the personality to match" Amelia snarkily remarks.
She starts walking downstairs with caution in every step in order to not alert Freya's family that she was coming down, but it was a pointless endeavour as someone who appears to be Freya's little sister, comes to greet her at the bottom of the staircase.
"Hello sis, did you sleep well? hehe you big sleepy head it's almost time for school! Mama made breakfast for us and it's your favourite, a cheese omelette! Come sit down and eat with us."
"I hate eggs..." she muttered under her breath.
"Hmm? sis what did you say?"
"Ahh, I didn't say anything, I'll come sit down now!"
She followed her sister into the living area which was very traditional in feel. It had a fireplace with a lengthy dark table probably double the size of the desk in Freya's room. It was the dining table and sitting across from the table was Freya's father. He locked eyes with the girl and began to eat seeing his final family member arrive downstairs.
"So Freya, you do realise today is your first day of school, right? you need to be better prepared than this. I expect you to do better now that you're in your final year of school."
Freya's father did not look up once from his food to even say hi or if she slept well or good morning, yet starts off the day with a stern conversation with his daughter.
'Is that where she gets her nasty personality from?' The girl thought to herself.
"Yes father, I will try my best from now on."
Amelia provides an answer that was more formal, given the tone of his voice it doesn't seem like they have a very close relationship.
"You seem to be a lot more obedient these days, did you clean up your act? I am glad to see you've come around these days, Freya. Does this mean that you're finally willing to pursue an actual career, rather than becoming a writer?"
The atmosphere in the room becomes dim, far from the light, friendly tones of Freya's mother and sister. 'What did I just hear? Did Freya wish to be an Author back in high school? She always used to make fun of me for my dream. So it was like that, huh?'
"I...I..."
Amelia wanted to speak to defend Freya, but couldn't find the words. Afterall, Amelia is nothing more than a coward. Even after becoming the most outgoing and confident person she knew, she was but a sheep in wolf's clothing.
"Dear, now's not the time for that. Let Freya finish her food and go to school." Freya's mother spoke up first in order to break the chilling silence that filled the room.
"I'm not very hungry, I think I will just take my leave...goodbye Mum, Father and..."
The girl with all the composure she could muster left the silent table before they could resume conversation about her.
"Sis! Take this before you go!" Amelia turned around to see Freya's sister looking up to her so brightly even after seeing what occurred at the table. She was a cute, lovable, little girl and the girl wishes she had a sibling like her. She handed her a necklace and before the girl could say thank you, the young girl spoke in a whisper.
"Don't tell father that I gave you this, but it's a gift. Do your best at school okay?"
The girl examined the necklace before expressing her thanks and leaving the house. "woah this is...the necklace she always wore. So her sister got it for her?"
She accepted the gift wholeheartedly and wrapped it nicely around her neck. After leaving her new home, Amelia felt she had understood Freya Wilson even if it was just a little bit more.
'I hope my performance was okay. I mean they didn't seem to think anything was off. But her father...he was kind of strict it looks like? What was that about Freya wanting to become an author anyway? That's just like me! if that was the case then why did she act all mean girl with me when we could've just worked together on our dreams? she didn't have to torment me. Was it because she was jealous? No, there's no way Freya Wilson was jealous of me. I mean she was a genius wanted across the country for always topping the charts with near perfect scores on every test she took. She was basically destined to find greatness beyond her school years. How could that person be jealous of a measly writer like me? Yeah sure,I was considered a genius too, but if she wanted to she could become a much more splendid writer than I could...even saying that makes me mad but it's true!'
"I think I understand what it is I have to do now."
However, Amelia saying that could not have foresaw the horrors that awaited her.
[DAY 1 RETURN | SEPTEMBER 6TH 2019 9AM START]