[whitexsuicide]

Amelia Marie Diederich

Amelia enjoyed the fact that they were starting to fit in a bit more into this strange world they have fallen into. She was beginning to become happy. She nodded her head and started to blush. She looked stunning to Donnie. Her mind trailed off in her own little world, as the ladys dragged and pulled on Donnie. When she came to Donnie was already in an outfit. Her eyes became huge and her jaw dropped a bit. "It looks dashing, Donnie." She loved his new outfit.
One of the ladys spoke up. "That would be 35 pounds please." Amelia was amazed. Was pence more then pounds, if so would they have enough to stay even one night. Amelia was worried, but Donnie paid the lady.

He then turned, taking her arm, leading her outside. Amelia was still worried, but talked in a low whisper. "How do you know what the pounds look like? Do you know what a pence? And is it more then a pound?" Her eyes showed worry, though she still lend him to the inn. It only took a few moments still the shop was close to the inn. She took him up to the counter and the old man turned and saw that it was her again. "Now you look more like you are from here. Though this place looks a bit dirty for you if you can afford that." The man grumbled, but didn't do much else. He was cleaning a glass with a rag. Everyone's eyes were still on them. Amelia didn't noticed much before that they all looked like hard factory workers, having a drink after a long day's work. Amelia didn't care though. It was a place to stay and that is all they wanted, besides food. Amelia was still hungry though the corset over came her hunger pains. "Well I still saved you room. Here is the key." The man turned and then handed Donnie the key to their room. It had a piece of paper tied to it with wire. The paper said 4. "That will be 4 pence." Amelia thought she remembered him saying three, but that didn't matter much, now knowing that a pound was more then a pence, by a lot.