Post by amelia jane holloway on Jan 28, 2012 17:52:33 GMT -5
Amelia held the bible to her chest, walking down the hallway. She hummed to herself as the passed by classroom after classroom. She wasn’t thinking the way she usually did, which was to quickly gather herself into her bible studies and hide away from others. Instead, she was looking around from person to person taking in each of their features.
Amelia had a dream last night that really caught her attention. Someone needed her help today. Someone with brown hair. So that’s what she was looking out for, chocolate brown locks. Everyone who passed by her with such hair was examined for sadness or anger on their face. None met the description so far.
