Amelia S. Granger is dead, she’s been dead for at least 3 days. Do you want to know how I know this? It’s really quite simple, you see I’m her shoes. Still on her feet and more than a little wet thanks to the three days of rain that she’s been laying in.Considering its the beginning of June this weather doesn’t seem odd. However, from the direction we were heading I know she was on her way to Lyra’s house. Probably to apologize for the fight she started on Saturday. But..Now that I think about it, the fight had really been about nothing, just that Lyra had become quite distant and had recently started hanging around with the wrong crowd. Amelia was very protective of her younger sister, which considering she was only a year older was only natural. Especially when their older brother went to college and their parents got divorced. Amelia ended up living with her mother and only got to see her siblings on the weekends and for the summer. I have to say though they all look the same, both her parents and siblings have black hair and blue eye’s. Amelia however, had heterochromia so unlike her siblings she had a blue and a brown eye.

         It’s quite strange to say the least that no one has even found or come looking for her yet, considering she has not checked in with either of her parents for three days and definitely was not at school the past few days. Then again she had told her mom that she was going to her friend’s house although she did not bother to say which one. What stuck with me was her mother didn’t care to know which friend. She just wanted to know why she was wearing me. Particularly the fact that I am old and completely covered in dirt. Mostly due to being a pair of hiking boots and being two sizes too big for her, so my heels were quite worn out. Amelia however, found me comfortable and tended to wear me whenever she would go hiking even though her mother had bought her a lighter pair when the divorce went through. She ended up leaving right after that, around 6 pm I would say. She headed north towards the subway, but turned left the street before, from then on I knew she was headed to her father's house. From what I’ve seen of it, it’s one of the nicer homes up on the hill, with 6 bedrooms and victorian era architecture it is a beautiful place to enter. However, he doesn’t let his children wear their outdoor shoes inside and so I only get to see the view from the veranda but the indoor shoes fill me in on what's going on inside. What happened next was a slight detour, we went towards Hawthorn Public Library which was about twenty minutes west of the subway station.To which Amelia returned six books and left without even browsing the shelves, which was quite abnormal for her.

             As we left dark clouds started to roll in, luckily Amelia had came prepared and stopped at the corner to pull out her umbrella and to get out her earbuds for her cell phone. She walked for about half an hour when her phone started to buzz and play one of her many ring tones. She grabbed it out of her turquoise hoodie pocket, answered rather quickly and talked as she walked. The one thing I remember clearly is when she said “Ok..I will see you in an hour I’m on Electric Avenue right now. ” Whoever she was talking to hung up rather abruptly after this and Amelia quickened her pace by quite a bit. Then about twenty minutes later she was ran into by a young girl with long black hair, in a black hoodie, black skinny jeans and lest I forget her beautiful black and green Nike hightops. She had to have been no older then 16 and was in fact a spitting image of Amelia except for the blue eyes. Amelia having stopped dead in her tracks looked at the girl who just weeks ago would have came to her for help whenever she needed it. The girl asked her why Amelia had chosen her mother over them, why she had to leave her alone, why in her time of need was Amelia not there. To this Amelia was speechless her sister had never told her any of this in the past, so Amelia had assumed she would be fine without her. Then in a flash Lyra having not gotten the right response from Amelia pushed her into the alleyway where she ultimately met her maker. Having hit her head against a dumpster then again on the concrete on her way down she was unconscious and probably could have been saved. However, Lyra seemed very disoriented having came out of the adrenaline rush that she was surely in moments ago. From my limited knowledge of her I know she does not know any type of resuscitation techniques and probably does not know the common signs of a concussion. So I believe she decided to hide Amelia until she could figure out what to do. Luckily for her it was probably well after 8 o'clock on a Sunday night so most of the businesses in this area were closed already. She had no problem dragging Amelia’s body to the back of the alleyway and placing her behind the dumpster. She then left probably heading home and I never saw her again. My heals were now more damaged than ever however I was lulled into sleep to the sound of Amelia’s music which was still playing through her ear buds.

            I remember a few hours after Amelia died, her legs were stiff and I could not move an inch. I kept hoping that she would last until someone found her but I had no such luck she died just hours after Vienna hid her. However on the third night after the rain had finally stopped, a person from the building on the right of the alleyway opened the door and shouted for someone to call for trash pick up as the dumpster was starting to smell. The person who I now could make out as a man came out to shut the dumpster lid, he saw me not as Amelia but as something else entirely. He came up to us and kicked me in the ball of the foot yelling at Amelia to get up. I wish I could tell him she wouldn’t but he figured it out when he couldn’t get a response. He came up closer and checked for a pulse, once he figured he couldn’t find one he called for someone inside to call 911. I heard the sirens in the distance and hopped that Lyra would not get into too much trouble for this or that perhaps this will help her to get her life back on track before it is too far gone.