Amelia ~ 7

CHAPTER 7

The next day she came back in, she looked neat and well prepared. She beared a name tag, the letters spelled out the name Amelia.

It felt like ages since I had read something, she had beautifully long, blonde hair and a small pink nose with lots of freckles dotted all around her cheeks and nose.

Amelia worked well under the pressure of the customers but I noticed she always had a calculator nearby. You could tell she was always trying her best even though her boss wasn't exactly very lenient on her.

During the late evenings it was quiet in the café and Amelia had a good amount of spare time. She would draw and doodle an immense amount of the time she was working.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts by a rude young boy, who obviously believed he could get whatever he wanted, and he screamed and screamed, so much so that I decided to go for a wander outside for a little while.

Stepping outside made me realise that I had been in that café for way too long and that I should get out more.

As I wandered along the stone path opposite to the beaches I paused to read some of the posters on the lampposts. In particular one with a big drawing on it, I recognised that drawing.

It was one of Amelias drawings, she must be some sort of artist aswell as working in the café.

The new information made my brain tick over gently with passing thoughts and emotions. I let them all slide around my brain like butter in a hot pan, until they were nothing but a short memory.

I needed a book to read, I could feel my brain turning slowly into mush.

As the sun set on yet another day of being 'invisible' I felt entirely drained. The thought of the café sofas were no longer pleasing, they were uncomfortable now.

As I walked back to the café I saw Amelia leaving, she must have closed up early because the doors were all locked. I peered through the window and saw nothing but darkness, it seemed too empty in there at nightime.

With nowhere else to go I followed Amelia with curiosity. She walked for atleast 5 miles before stopping and taking a break and by then it was dark and all the drunken people were out, it was pretty risky for a girl like her to be out at this time of the night, especially alone.

"I really need to get a car" she sighed to herself under her breath. And then we started walking again.

We walked atleast another mile before she turned and walked down through a quiet culdesac, you could tell she wasn't completely sure of where she was going but she knew well enough.

I felt a little awkward, standing behind her as she fumbled for her house keys. What was I going to do now? What was I thinking when I followed her?

I contemplated walking back but as I turned around the cold of the sea breeze hit my like a frozen slap in the face. And to add to it, Amelia had found her keys and the heat coming from the small door was just too inviting.

I slipped under the blanket of warmth and smiled to myself at how nice her place was.

Amelia went straight into her room across from the living room and turned of the light.

Her house was a small and cosy bungalow and so everything was pretty close together.

I turned around and wandered into the living room, it looked to have belonged to an elderly couple before she moved there and the fire place was a marvellous piece of woodwork.

I grabbed an old woolen, knitted blanket and made myself at home on the sofa. I cosied down, burrowing into the warm embrace of sleep.