A/N: I was trying to write this awhile ago, but it sounded 's the word. Bizarre I guess. So let's give it another go, shall we?

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Part1

Amy Aurora opened up her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. It seemed she always ended up in this spot in her life, ever since she turned twenty a few months ago. She didn't know what to do with her life, and it made everyone around her feel nervous, that she might do something. She's prone to do something without thinking through it, but she has made it out alright. But this time, she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to run away, from everyone around her, before something else happens.
She slowly sat up and found herself face to face with green eyes with gold flecks, her own eyes. With a grimace she got up and picked up a brush and ran it through her hair a few times, tracing her left hand after the brush to make sure that her hair doesn't poof up. She looked back in the mirror and did nothing. She looked better then she did before. Her wavy brown hair was now tamed, for the time being. It swung loosely around her shoulders and down her back.
There was a bang outside her door, but she ignored it. She quickly got dressed in black pants, a white shirt and a black jacket over it all. The jacket was turn in the seams of the arms, so they were hanging on by the bottom half of the sewing, which Amy redone so they wouldn't fall off. A new fashion statement, she told her friends when they asked her about it. But they just rolled their eyes.
She had nothing to carry around with her, everything she needed, so took it, or did without until she was able to get it. She overstayed her welcome in the city; she needed to go away before they realize what she was. But no one will know they are too busy savaging their own lives. Ever since the last war the whole world it seemed was left in ruins. Seemed like Hell came for a visit and trashed his hotel room.
Amy slowly listened intently to the door and when found that no one was there, she opened it up and walked down the steps. When she stepped out onto the street she looked around and sighed. Another place that didn't help her in the least. She made it a goal of hers to find out who she really was and why she was here. She's different, she knows that much, but the rest she hasn't got a clue.
She quickly walked down the street and looked at the city she had called home for her whole life. But she knew this was for the best, to get away. It is in her calling to go away from home, to realize what to do. She slowly turned her back to the city and walked away from the life she known all her life.

A/N: Simple as easy. Please review. I'll be able to see if this part is any good or not.