Amelia has grown up without a father, missing all the things she wanted, as she watched, quietly from the sidelines. Now, at age seventeen, she finally has a chance to meet the father she'd dreamed of for so long. But, it didn't quite go as she wished. Amelia's father, Harrison turned out to be a tough, decked out assassin. And he was in danger. He'd killed the father of the Mafia, and now they were after him, and the ones he loved. Needless to say, Amelia was disappointed to learn that Harrison
Amelia Cooper stood in front of the mirror, appraising her curly, dark maroon hair, which framed her pale face and set off her chocolate brown eyes. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows scrunched up. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to get the naturally beautiful look that other girls pulled off so easily. After a close look, and a detailed list of all her flaws, Amelia sighed, and threw a black cardigan over her Sienna Skies shirt, and skinny jeans.
Amelia always thought that her total lack of self-esteem had something to do with the fact that she didn’t have a father. Well, that lived with her, anyway. Her father had left her mother when she was just a young girl. All Amelia could remember of him, was his strong arms, and shoulders, and the stubble that framed his hard-set square jaw. Her mother, being a hippie, and practically terrified of technology, hadn’t gotten any photos of him, because of her lack of a camera. So, Amelia was left with tons of questions; did she look like him? Did he have a crooked smile? Were his teeth straight and white, or crooked? Did she share his eye colour?
“Amelia, honey, Shelly’s on the phone!” her mother called in her incredibly deceiving, high pitched, feminine voice.
“Coming!” she called back. She slipped on her black ballet flats, and sky rocketed down the stairs. Shelly was her closest friend. Despite the fact that they’d only known each other for two years, Amelia was closer to Shelly, than she was to Adrianna, a girl she’d grown up with.
“Hello?” Amelia said into the phone, and smiled as her mother handed her a croissant. While she waited for her answer, she chewed, absent-mindedly on the crunchy part of the sweet bread.
“Hey, are we still hanging out today?” Shelly’s low, sultry, and somehow girly voice sounded distorted over the phone.
“Sure are, I just slept in. and you know how I love my showers. But, don’t worry, I’ll meet you at the town centre in about . . .” she looked at the clock that ticked loudly on the wall. “Uh, five minutes?”
“Okay, but don’t rush. You know what they say a rushed driver –“
“Is a dead one, yeah, yeah, yeah. And they don’t say that at all,you do.” Amelia sighed. “You need to get a licence, you know that right?”
“No, because cars are killing our planet.”
“Oh, stifle down, environment Nazi!Onemore car on the road isn’t going to make the planet explode.”
Shelly sniffed. “You never know.”
Amelia chuckled. “Okay, my little tree hugger, I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay!” and just like that, Shelly went from defensive, to bright and bubbly. One of the things that Amelia loved about her. She smiled, as she pressed the ‘end’ button.
“Okay, Mum, I’m going. Thanks for the croissant!” Amelia called, as she picked up her handbag from the couch and her keys from the key bowl by the door.
“Remember to be home before eleven, it’s a school day.” Her mother, Maria, called from the kitchen, over the sound of sizzling bacon. Honestly, she didn’t know why she cooked so much, because Maria didn’t eat it, and Amelia spent most of her time out and about, so she mostly ate out, or brought a PB & J sandwich.
“Yes, Mum.” She stepped outside, and put her sunglasses firmly on her face, as she walked to the car. She pulled the mail from the mailbox, and sifted through the envelopes, before she unlocked the car.
“Bills. Bills. Rent. Bills. Junk mail. Oooh, birthday card! Bills. More bills, gosh, Mum! And . . . huh a letter for me? That’s a change.” She mumbled, as she flipped through the pile. She put all the letters that weren’t for her, back in the mailbox, for her mother to collect, and unlocked the car. As she got in, she put the envelope in her bag, and put her bag on the passenger seat.
Amelia didn’t think much of the letter, as she drove through the busy streets. She didn’t think it would really be anything special. Probably just junk mail, or a letter from one of the many shops she’d become a member of. By the time she’d pulled up in front of the town centre, the letter had completely escaped her mind.
Once she was out of the car, and had her bag hitched high on her shoulder, she walked across the road, wondering what her and Shelly were going to do today. She didn’t want to do anything that involved much walking. She got a car so she wouldn’t have to walk.
“Hey.” Shelly smiled, as Amelia's foot hit the asphalt.
“Yo.” She waved to fingers at her, putting on her “I’m Cool” look. Shelly laughed, and linked her arm with Amelia’s. Together, the two girls walked into the heart of the town, where they would spend their time, waste their money, and talk till they’re hearts content.
Jonah sat, at the slowly failing ice cream shop, completely ignoring the vanilla malt shake that sat, lonely in front of him, slowly warming up through the magnified warmth of the sun. He had only ordered the drink that tasted oddly like a bowl of sugar, and dog biscuits, so that the owner of the shop wouldn’t yell at him to buy something, or scram, and bring attention to him.
He watched as the girl walked across the road, giggling with her tiny friend, in tow. He looked back down at the picture he held in his hand, and back up at the girl, who had stopped to buy a hot dog. No doubt about it, that was definitely her. He could tell, by the way, her soft hair; fell around her face, no matter how many times she brushed it back. He could tell by the way her lips were slightly crooked when she smiled. He could tell, by the way her eyes looked almost liquid gold in the sun.
Jonah was an assassin. Well, almost, anyway. He was pretty much finished his training. And the girl with the maroon coloured hair, and golden eyes, had been his first job. Of course he hadn’t initially been happy about this. He wanted to see some action, maybe shoot a few people, but instead, he got loaded off, with a snotty, rich bitch.
But, after watching her for some time now, he realized that she was more than that. He now knew that she could lose herself so much in a book, that nothing could distract her. He knew that she loved her music, and, while mostly hostile towards people, was very kind, in nature.
Now that he’d found her again, all he had to do, was make sure she opened that letter. And, he only had a limited amount of time, before they started the hunt. But, it seems that would be harder than Jonah predicted. It looked like she had completely forgotten about the letter. She completely disregarded it.
As time went on and Amelia and her little friend kept on shopping and eating, and walking, and didn’t look at that letter, Jonah became more impatient. Five minutes, he decided. He would give her five more minutes, until he would blow his cover and intervene.
Amelia walked through the throng of people, with Shelly in tow, chattering animatedly about some book she had read. She was still half listening, but mostly she was trying the break through the wall of people, to get to her destination; the coffee shop.
And, just as she had the cute little café in sight, a strong shoulder barged into her, sending her bag to the ground, the contents spilling all over the sun cooked pathway. She sighed, heavily, and leant down to grab her things.
“Oh, I am so sorry! I’m in a rush, and I suppose I didn’t see you there.”
“That’s alright.” Amelia sighed, not looking up at the guy.
Once her things were all piled messily into her bag, Amelia and Shelly stood up, and looked around. The guy had disappeared. What a shame, he’d sounded husky, and quite attractive, and Amelia doesn’t care how mean the guy is, as long as he’s eye candy. But, oh well, it’s not like he’d ever be interested in her, anyway.
“Hey, what’s this?” Shelly hit Amelia’s arm with a soft envelope. She looked down at Shelly’s small hand. She grabbed the letter, and turned it over in her hands, and then she shrugged.
“Dunno, it’s probably junk mail, or something.”
Shelly shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
She looked down at her little friend. “Why?”
She pointed to my name and address. “The writing is handwriting, not typed. So, that means it’spersonal.”
“Hmm.” Amelia mumbled, as she took her seat at the little café. She tapped the envelope against her leg, contemplating. Who would send her a letter? Apersonalone at that?
“Well, are you going to open it?” Shelly asked, as she came back with to chocolate lattes. She sat down, and put Amelia's drink in front of her.
“Yeah.” Amelia smiled. It couldn’t be anything too drastic; she didn’t know anyone that interesting. So, she saw now harm in opening it. She slipped her finger inside a part that wasn’t glued down properly – further proof that it was hand written – and tore it open. Inside was a note, an actual note. What it said, Amelia wasn’t expecting, not in a thousand years.