Snippet #1856685

* Miss Amelia * Amelia whirled around, thinking she had heard something. I'm probably just paranoid... She thought, turning back to her files and sighing. Then she heard the sound again, soft footsteps down the hall. Alice Wallin rounded the corner, her long hair hiding her face, but Amelia knew it was her. " What." Amelia started, walking quickly and confidently to the door. The girl looked like she had something in her shirt, but Amelia couldn't be sure, it could just be skin, or whatnot. " Are you doing here?" She finished, her voice coated with fake sweetness.

* Christina Tucker *

Christina watched as Alice hurried away, hoping, praying, that Miss Amelia wouldn't be waiting at her office door, trapping Alice like a deer in a net. Sighing, she picked up her Family Tree sheet and scanned it once more, trying to figure out the significance of Dean Shorts. Dean Shorts, Dean Shorts... Christina thought back to her early memory of her parents talking in the kitchen, and then tried to piece the pieces back together. Her father had said something of murder, of a young child left with no parents... Could that be Amelia? Could Amelia be taking out her anger, getting her revenge through the lives of her students, students that had nothing to do with the murder, if that was what it was, to do with the heartbreak she had gone through? Wow. That woman was even more twisted then Christina Tucker thought.