Amelia
At around five, I wake up from my nap and start getting ready.
I don't want to risk being late and having Ferdinand on my case. I don't want to communicate with him more than I have to. I hate him, and it's only been a few days. I know we'll never have a good relationship, it's just improbable. He threatened to kill mom, and that's unforgivable. I wish she would tell me more, that way I'd know exactly who he is. She doesn't want to, though, and there's nothing I can do about it but wait for her to come around.
I wear a navy blue dress I found in the closet. Its sweetheart neckline and long sleeves is what made me choose it. The clothes have all been packed away this afternoon while I slept. I didn't even hear anyone coming in. It's modest and ends just above my knee, which is
