The girl stares intently at the person standing at the door of the classroom. It was herself. She could barely even begin to process what she had just read and now she's about to meet herself. The girl, feeling a great emptiness, lets out a huge sigh and sits stiff in her chair. She does not even dare to look in the eyes of the other Amelia.
"It is okay, Your name is Amelia Christabel, correct? I have heard great things about you from other members of my department. I've never had you myself personally but I'm sure you're a great student. Just try not to be late from now on, okay? It is the first day so I will be lenient and mark you as present rather than late."
"Thank you Mrs Scott. Where is my assigned seat?" she looks towards Freya and the empty seat available next to her.
"Near the back left next to that young lady over there."
"Oh okay thank you!"
The girl is still looking away from the front in order to avoid eye contact with the teacher and herself. Simply put, she is terrified. The message she received was still lingering in the back of her mind. All she could think about was the first day they met each other. Was it the same back then? Had she really received a message like this? Was this something she felt forced to do? Then does that make Freya a puppet of destiny? If so then destiny is cruel. She goes over the conversation they first had in her mind quickly before Amelia came over to her.
"Hello, what is your name?"
"My name is Freya. Do you not know who I am? I'm quite famous around the school."
"...No. I usually don't involve myself in matters related to school. However, I'm happy to finally have met you! It's an honour!"
"It is fine, Amelia. I hope we can be amicable seatmates or even friends, perhaps?
"You know my name? And yes I hope we do become friends…I don't have many at all haha."
"Mrs Scott said it at the front, remember? You can be quite a ditz, I see. That's what makes you great."
"Really? I have always been a bit forgetful you see…i'm glad you find it great?"
"Yes, now sit down…you really are forgetful. We are in a classroom."
"Oh. hehe sorry"
That was how their first conversation went. It was short, uneventful yet sweet.
Freya was someone she considered a friend almost immediately. Amelia was very shy and lonely, but Freya was kind and had this cool aura around her that made you attached to her.
"Hello, what is your name?"
The other Amelia begins her first interaction with Freya.
"…"
From there, the conversation went on exactly as she remembered…Although it concluded exactly the same, it was strange. Amelia felt something was off about it all.
'What was that? It felt like I had no control over what I was saying. My mind was filled with these predated words. It was as if a river was being guided down a path. Was it because of the message she received? It talked about fate and destiny. Were those words now ingrained in Freya now? Was this truly the destiny she wished to pursue?' These are the premeditated thoughts of Amelia. However, she does not know that. She does not understand what she has gotten herself into. Just like myself, the chance to reclaim her destiny was overshadowed by the horrors of fate. She had long since forgotten the words of the message that infiltrated her thoughts before the conversation began.
The rest of the day went exactly as described. As if to testify to the fact that fate is something that cannot be defied. Amelia and Freya became acquainted at the break.
[10:15 AM]
"Hello Amelia it was nice meeting you in form, we didn't get to talk much after our first interaction."
"Hi Freya! It was nice meeting you too."
Amelia found her counterpart in the corner of the cafe area with her head shovelled in-between a book.
"What are you reading?" Freya asked.
"I am reading a romcom hehe. I'll put it away, I'm sure you don't like things like this." she replied sheepishly and in quick succession began placing the book back into her bag.
"No it is fine, I read them too." Freya tried reassuring the girl to make her feel less embarrassed about her hobby.
"Really? I would have never known a girl like you would be interested in reading novels."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing. I mean you just seem more like you'd be into more classical literature."
"I see."
"Hey Freya, I read these because I want to write a story. A beautiful one about love. I've never experienced it, but I'm sure it's great."
"You're a writer? Do you wish to become an author? And love is not as beautiful as you imagine it to be."
"Yes, I am already an author actually. I have published works but they were never anything I wanted to write and only things I was forced to write by my agency. Also love is not exactly pretty i know. It's complex, it's intimate, it's passionate and it's the biggest commitment a person can make to another. The only people I've ever had the opportunity to love are my parents. I don't think I have ever had a singular real friend or even a chance with a boy in my life. I want to experience it at least once in my youth, whether it be in the form of friends or a lover."
"Wow… I did not expect you to have such a viewpoint. You're really interesting. An author at such a young age, this school is really filled with talented people."
"I am not talented, I just have nothing else going for me other than writing. It is my passion and it is my dream to write a story that touches people's hearts."
"I am certain you're talented. You amaze me, Amelia. Just know I am a fan of yours now."
"Really? That makes me happy hehe."
The ringing of a bell could be heard flooding the cafe area indicating it was time to head to lesson.
"Well it seems as though we must be going. I will speak to you later. Before I go, do you want to hang out with me and some friends at lunch?"
"I don't know…I don't want to bother you guys or anything."
"Ah, don't sweat it Amelia, just come along im sure itll be better than sitting alone!"
"Oh…okay I will be in your care then."
"Likewise."
That was the last time the girl had a choice in what she did that day. Something overcame her, turning her into the ice cold Freya who Amelia came to hate. Now, Amelia is seeing this with her own eyes. She cannot stop herself from bullying her counterpart. She was forced to be cold to her at lunch. She was forced to act like she was comforting Amelia. She was forced to ignore her when they got the bus. The worst part? Amelia can feel Freya trying to resist the fate she was prescribed. All she can do is watch from the vessel that is her body. All their emotions and thoughts were intertwined that day. Whenever Amelia begins to think she understands Freya, her perception of her gets shattered. How is she supposed to hate her after this?
'If this is what she went through, this was worse than anything I had ever been put through by her.' The girl thought to herself. Having your thoughts and feelings forcefully strung along like a puppet is something that could only be described as prison.
Amelia began her short but long journey home.