Amelia in wonderland

the beginning

She was delicate. She was fragile. She was lost. She was a baby rabbit in the deep dark woods. A speck of rain in a heavy storm. She was Amelia. Amelia Dane. A girl of the age 22, with light blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a small frame. Size 4 feet, 5"1 high and a petite size 6 figure. She was a girl of many gifts - the ability to understand, to be able to listen, she was wonderful at art and had one of the most beautiful gifts to posses- a voice of an angel.

It's a Monday, December, 1998 and it's icy cold outside. Amelia wrapped herself up in a checkered red and black knitted jumper, something bought for her many years ago at a fashion sale in London. It was her lucky charm - she wore it everywhere, though it had become slightly tattered, she wouldn't leave anywhere without it. Even in the humidity of British summer. Most of the time she need the jumper, for she was naturally quite cold, her dainty pianist fingers were always numb with coldness, especially in the bitter winter. But she adored the winter, almost captivated by it actually. The strong winds, dark weather, the drab days, the black nights - but then there's the bright and beautiful element of winter, Christmas. The glowing fairy lights, the cheerful parties, the warm gatherings, and the opening of wonderfully elegant neat little presents. Not to mention the charming Christmas tree, along with the turkey. Both of the elements of Winter contradict eachother. But that's what made it so wonderful.

"Thank you for dropping me off Dean" she chimed

Even though it was a Monday morning, she was still merry. Another one of her talents. 

Dean nodded in acknowledgment, and left her with a peck on her cheek. Her eyes lit up and she smiled contently as she walked down the concrete pavement towards the train station.

"The next train to arrive at platform 2 will be the 8:37 train to London Liverpool Street" announced a voice from an overhead speaker. Amelia quickly trotted along, up the stairs and across the landing to platform 2. The train was drawing into the platform, she quickly pressed the button to open the door and hopped inside. The carriage was empty. How perculiar. An empty carriage on a London Liverpool street train at half eight in the morning? On a Monday?! The train doors were closing. Amelia sat down, took hold of a newspaper and suspiciously looked around.