Amelia & the Dragon Ch1

KRISSIE: I feel like re-writing an old story idea I had a few years ago.

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Amelia stood in front of the old rickety house. It wasn't made of stone like the church she had grown up in. It was made of old dull wood. It looked rough all the way around the house, but Amelia saw potential in it.

In this house was her independence. She would no longer be made to follow all those crazy rules in the church. She smile as she pulled out the keys. They were old, dusty things. But amazingly, there wasn't a single piece of rust on the keys. There were some splatters of paint on them. But that was about it.

She took in a heavy breath as she turned the key. The deadbolt gave a low clack sound. The top bolt was a higher pitch, but still a low sound.

Amelia half expected the door to squeak as she opened it. To her surprise it didn't. She picked up the large travel suitcase off the porch and brought it into the house.

"This is my new home," Amelia stated to herself. It was all so surreal to her still. She placed her bag in her new bedroom. It had already been made and by the looks of it. It has been made just for her.

the comforter was pastel colors and the design was that of flowers. It was a big blanket for a little girl, but Amelia smiled at it.

The old maintenance worker had left this house to her. He was a kind old man with silver hair. It was sad when he died. But everyone was surprised when he left everything to Amelia, a little orphan girl who lived at the church. Even Amelia, herself, was confused. But she packed up her things and accepted. This old house, all its possessions, and an old work truck where now hers.