Amanda’s Story; third part

2:18 pm Amanda, Amanda's story, Stories, Writing

Here is the next part of my story. I am glad that people like it. It’s fun for me to write it, too. If you want to find out when there is a new chapter, then probably you can click the thing at the top of the sidebar that says “Subscribe,” because then it will put it into whatever thing you use for keeping track of blogs and stuff, and it will tell you when there is a new post.

Amanda walked out into the hallway. She liked most things about the house she lived in. The hallway was pretty good. It was a wide hallway, with a rug down the middle of it. Even though the house must have been pretty huge, considering how many people lived in it, when she walked through it, it just seemed like a normal big, rambling house.

She noticed that some of the little kids had been playing there earlier. There were still trains and playmobil toys scattered all over on the stretch of floor between the rug and the wall. For some reason, there were always some toys on the floor, but it never got too messy. It was just comfortable.

Amanda kept walking down the hall, and then walked down the back stairs. Sometimes she preferred the front stairs, which were nice and wide, and had bannisters that were great for sliding down. But today, she just wanted to go right into the kitchen. The back stairs went down for eight steps, and then there was a landing where the stairs turned a corner, and then there were ten more stairs. Amanda walked down.

Strange. There was no one in the kitchen. Usually, there was someone here she could talk to. Amanda frowned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to just anyone. Some of the others were too rowdy, or they were too bossy, or they just didn’t understand her. If Ellis was in the kitchen, she was usually good to talk to, but sometimes she would get cranky and just snap at people. Plus, Ellis spent a lot of time in the front.

Being in the front meant that a person was the one who was controlling the body everyone shared. Amanda sometimes went to the front, but she usually just liked to stay inside. Inside, she could pretend she was normal, and no one would notice her as much. When she was in the front, she sometimes felt really shy or nervous, and she was never quite sure what to do.

Some of the littler kids liked to be out in the front. They didn’t really care whether or not they looked weird or did things differently than other people did. And the teenagers and grown ups spent a LOT of time in the front, because they were pretty much in charge of making sure that the outside life got taken care of.

Amanda wasn’t the only one who usually stayed inside. Sometimes, a part stayed inside because they were afraid to go out in the body. Sometimes, it was just that they had a job to do inside. And sometimes they were just a little shy.

Amanda did get close to the front, when she felt like it. If someone was reading a book she liked, or going to a movie she wanted to see, then she would be close enough that she could also read the book or see the movie. But being all the way in the front made Amanda feel weird, and weird was absolutely the LAST thing Amanda wanted to be.

So Ellis was probably out in the front. Jamie was another of the teenagers, but she wasn’t always so good to talk to. Jamie was not exactly a good listener. Amanda looked around the kitchen while she was thinking. The kitchen never seemed quite the same, any time she went into it. Maybe it was because it depended on who was there. When Amanda was there by herself, it was a little dark. She guessed she could turn on the light, but she could see well enough.

For her, the kitchen had nice red-brown tiles on the floor, and wooden cabinets that were painted a cheerful, pale yellow color. She ran her hands along a countertop, and opened the cookie jar to get a cookie. Today they were peanut butter. She bit into one, and sighed. Cookies inside were nice enough, but they just weren’t the same as the ones you could eat with the outside body. But there was a better chance of finding cookies in the kitchen inside her head, because there were more people around to make them.

Amanda went through the screen door onto the back porch. Someone had been there not too long ago, because there were a half-finished cup of coffee and a half-read book set on the railing near the porch swing. She looked at the title. It was a mystery book, so it was probably Cleo. She was one of the grown-ups. She was good at solving problems, but she was not very good at listening. If you just wanted to talk about how you were feeling, Cleo wasn’t really the person to go to.

Amanda wasn’t even sure who she did want to talk to. The mama was good for if you needed someone to hold you if you were hurt or something, but she also wasn’t very good about complicated things like Amanda was feeling. She sat down on the porch swing, and pushed it slowly back and forth. Sometimes Amanda felt like there was no one to talk to.

That was actually kind of funny. Amanda knew that normal people didn’t have dozens of other people living in their heads. She had no idea what they did when they needed someone to talk to. She guessed they just went and found someone outside of their bodies. And the thing is, normal people were usually about the same age as their bodies, so probably people could see how old they were just by looking. So when they went to talk with an outside person, that person didn’t keep forgetting that they were only eleven or something.

But Amanda also knew that a lot of people who were the only ones living in their heads also didn’t have a good person to talk to. She could remember when she was actually eleven, and that she hadn’t had people to talk to about some of the stuff that was going on. There hadn’t really been any good listeners back then, either.

“Hi. What are you doing right now?”

Amanda looked up. It was Jewel. Amanda felt a little bit uncomfortable around Jewel. Partly, it was because Jewel was new, at least, she was new to living in the magic house. She was a little bit younger than Amanda, which meant that actually, she had been born before her. That was one of the weird, backwards things about being inside a multiple. The younger a person was, the longer ago they had been born.

But there was another reason Amanda felt a little uncomfortable with Jewel. Jewel had her hair in cornrows, with beads on the ends. And her skin was darker than just usual tan color. Amanda wasn’t sure why this made her uncomfortable, since she knew her body also had that tan color, although usually not quite as dark as Jewel’s color. But Amanda was feeling lonely, and Jewel was closer to her age than anyone else who lived in her body. Maybe she could try to make friends, even though she felt uncomfortable.

“I was just looking for someone to talk to, I guess,” said Amanda.

“Oh.” Jewel shrugged and looked away.

Amanda pushed herself back and forth on the swing for a little bit. Then, just when it looked like Jewel was getting ready to walk away, Amanda took a deep breath and said, “Do you want to talk with me for a little bit?”