Amelia left home a long time ago. Well, left wasn’t the word - her family were ashamed of her ‘strange’ ways. Speaking of the past like it mattered. The past was now a forbidden subject almost everywhere. Children were told why at seven and it was never to be mentioned again. Like a fairy tale, it was never questioned - questions were hushed and the children were distracted. They proclaimed seven was the age when children would understand - Amelia knew that any younger they would ask pointless questions and wouldn’t remember when their own children had to know, but any older they’d question the ways of the world. Though, who wanted a world in which only the rich lived, and were noticed? In a world of the future - Amelia remembered the story like it was yesterday - it seemed that the world had retracted into the past.
She didn’t want to stay before she was sent away; her mother pleaded with her to ‘please, be a lady’, but Amelia couldn’t let go. Why did they deserve life more than anyone else? Her mother told her views like hers were frowned upon, and would lead to a life as an outcast. Amelia didn’t care, no matter what horror stories of protesters were told.
She had been chucked out in a dress, with no shoes or any other kind of clothing. Her parents believed she would be taken away, dressed like this. They were reluctant - if Amelia was seen, it would shame the family, but it was better than having a protestor in the family. But Amelia hid until the night had settled in, and climbed into her bedroom window. Packing a bag with her best dresses, a pair of sensible yet pretty shoes and some money and left. Though people would not like a lady to be alone, she found a place to sleep each night, as she went in search of the truth. Which eventually led her to the street where Emmeline Chesterfield lived.
Something was horribly wrong with the ways of the world, and Amelia would change for the better.