Amanda’s Story, fourth part

5:52 pm Amanda, Amanda's story, Stories, Writing

Here is the next part of my story. It’s been a long time since I got a turn to write, but I hope you didn’t get too impatient waiting. One problem of having to share my body is if someone else is in charge, then it’s a long time until I get a turn. But now I got one!

If you forgot the earlier part of the story, if you click on “Amanda’s Story” over on the left, and that will give you a page with all the different parts I’ve written, ok?


Jewel didn’t look very sure. Maybe she thought Amanda was just saying it because she was trying to be polite or something. Amanda stopped the swing. “I really would like to talk to you. I mean, I guess… I guess maybe we could get to know each other a little bit. Do you want to sit on the swing with me?”

So Jewel sat down on the other end of the swing. They pushed it back and forth for a little bit.

“What did you want to talk to someone about?” Jewel asked.

“Well, I guess sometimes I just feel lonely. Like, there are little kids, and big ones, but there isn’t usually someone who is about my age. But you’re about my age, right?”

Jewel looked at Amanda, and then looked back at the floor of the porch. She nodded. They were quiet for a little bit. Then Jewel said, “Um….” But she didn’t say anything after that.

Amanda knew how hard it was sometimes to say something, so she waited to see if Jewel would say something more. After what seemed like forever, Jewel did. “Um… I guess I thought maybe you didn’t like me or something. You never talked to me before this.”

Amanda took a deep breath. “It’s not exactly that I don’t like you. It’s that…” But she didn’t quite know how to say the next part. They pushed the swing back and forth for a little bit. Amanda took another deep breath. “I guess I just feel a little… uncomfortable with you. I mean, because, you’re… well…” Amanda felt bad about saying it. It was something she knew she wasn’t supposed to think, but she still thought it.

“You mean because I’m black?” Amanda looked down, and nodded. Jewel sighed. She played with some of the beads on the ends of her cornrows for a minute. “I guess I thought it would help, if I were black. I mean, it seemed to help, for a little bit.”

“But then it didn’t,” said Amanda.

“Right. It didn’t, not really.”

“I think it just made things harder,” said Amanda. Then she looked at Jewel, feeling guilty. “It’s not your fault,” she said quickly.

“I know,” said Jewel. She played with the beads some more. “I mean, I kind of know. People have said it, anyways.”

“Right.” They swung back and forth a little bit. Finally, Amanda said, “When I was in school, the black kids were really mean to me. But… I mean… I guess you’re not really the same as those kids.”

“They were mean to me, too. During the summers, I mean. But… the summers weren’t so bad, and I thought maybe it was because I was more black then.”

Amanda nodded.

Then she looked over at Jewel. “Where were you, before you came to the magic house?”

Jewel looked happy to change the subject, but then she shrugged. “I don’t know. It was like I was asleep. Were you always around?”

“I think I was around more. I mean, I can remember being around sometimes, anyways. I can remember little bits of things, I guess. Do you have a room here?”

Jewel scrunched her face up a little bit. “Um… I don’t know. I don’t think I do. I never thought about it.”

Amanda smiled. This was something more fun! “Well, you can get a room, however you like! That’s the great thing about the magic house, that you can make whatever you want to imagine here!”

Jewel smiled. “Anything?”

“Yup. Do you want to make a room?”

“Sure!” Jewel stood up. Then she sat back down. “How do I do it?”

Amanda thought for a little bit. Then she shrugged, and said, “I guess you just decide to do it. How I did mine was, I thought about the kind of room I wanted, and then it was there. It’s easy!”

“But… I don’t know what kind of room I want.” Jewel frowned, and sighed. “I never really thought about having a room however I wanted it, I guess. I just usually kind of disappear or something.”

“Well, you don’t have to have a room,” said Amanda. “I just thought you might like one.” Amanda was a little annoyed, because why did Jewel have to be so hard to talk to anyways? They were quiet for a little bit, and Amanda was just about ready to go see if there was someone else to talk to instead.

But she decided to try again, and so did Jewel. “Why don’t we–” “Maybe you could–”

“You first,” said Amanda.

“Maybe you could help me?” asked Jewel.

“Hm. Ok.” Amanda thought. “Well, do you have a favorite color? We could start with the door to your room, maybe.”

Jewel thought. “I like purple, I guess.” They imagined a purple door.

“Oh! I have an idea,” said Amanda. “How about your name on the door, in those wooden letters, painted other colors?” Jewel smiled and nodded. They imagined that, too.

“I want it to be a curvy door, like, round at the top,” said Jewel. They imagined that.

“Should we go find it?” asked Amanda. Jewel nodded. They went inside, and up the stairs, but they couldn’t see the door. Hm. Where was it? How could they find it?