Who is this Amanda truly?
Response number 51
The first time I saw Amanda, she was standing by her locker. She was dressed in a light grey, lace dress with black lace tights underneath, and combat boots. She wore a straight jet black wig, and had bright red lipstick on. When I arrived at my english class later on in the day, she was sitting next to my desk. Our teacher put us in groups to discuss our Independent Reading novels, and since Amanda was reading a book with the same theme as mine (Family Roots), she was put in my group. While everyone else was laughing and making jokes about our books, Amanda stayed fairly quiet. All of the groups finished up with 10 minutes of class left, so our teacher let us talk for the rest of the time. I started to turn around in my seat to talk to my friend seated behind me, when Amanda said my name. I looked at her and she asked what book I was reading. We spent the rest of the class period taking about our love of reading. When the bell rang, we went our seperate ways, but over the next few weeks we started to form a sort of friendship. The last time I saw Amanda, it was after school, and I was assuming she was going to her car, because she told me she lived on the east side of town, while the school was on the west side. Instead, she started walking on the sidewalk. She looked at me, waved, and said, “I’m glad I got to know you, and have the chance to be your friend. You are going to change the world someday, I can feel it.”
The next day, Amanda wasn’t in class, and she never returned to the school. Although I was angry at her for leaving so abruptly, I knew she was in another town, changing someone else’s life.
Response number 52
Amanda is a guest from another realm. That’s what I believe, at least. She’s at least unhuman. Because from any experience I’ve had with her, she doesn’t really think like other people. She’s one of the special ones that I’m convinced are here for a reason, but aren’t of our kind.
When I first saw her, she was wearing a sundress to her knees, a candystripe sweater, polka-dot socks, a floral scarf, and Converse shoes. We met at a bookstore.
Amanda never officially called me her “guide”, like some of the others on this website. We just sort of walked around the town without intention; she acted like she’d been to Chicago before, and knew her way around pretty well. When she was in my art class, though, she would draw paths and landscapes and abstract desgins, and whenever I asked what she was making, she replied that it was “where they would have to go.” Thinking now, I feel that maybe she was referring to her guides’ path.
Amanda taught me a lot of things: how not to be the dead silent girl in the corner, how to meet people and live life, and how enjoy every moment and think out of the box. Also, she showed me some pretty cool vintage stores, and taught me how to make jewelry out of little things, so that was a help, too.
The last I saw of her was on a field trip from Springfield. She told me she had been to Springfield millions of times, and was going to go to a coffee shop around the corner. I was originally planning to follow her, but she told me she would take just a moment. Amanda never returned.
Where is she now? I have a feeling she’s in Orion, if Callie, Hal and Nia have been getting notes and such from her. I don’t think that a mailman would just deliver that to them. And if she’s not there, she can’t be too far…but then, it IS Amanda…
Response number 53
When I first saw Amanda in the halls, I though she was either a: ghost, alien, or an angel. All three are a bit far fetched, but I find it best to consider all of the possibilities. I had my first (and pretty much last) conversation with her in the hallway after we collied. I was having a bad day and flunked my biology test. I wasn’t looking where I was going and BANG - our papers and books were scattered everywhere.
I think she must have a way of telling how a person fells (or unhappy was written all over my face), because she asked if something was wrong. So I poured out my story about having another argument with my Mom that morning and I failed miserably on my test.
She then told me not to worry about the test, because it was only one test and I could always make up for it. She also told me I should talk calmly with my about about our argument (that didn’t really worked, but it helped). She also gave me a rubber bracelet with a smiley face charm on it. She told me to keep it. Then we walked to her call, and I went off to mine.
I now know Amanda is not a alien. She to nice to be one. She could be a ghost, but I rather think she an angel. I never really did see her after that, but whenever I did, I’d always say hi to her. I wish we knew where she went.
Response number 54
“Who? Who is but the form following the function of what”
And what Amanda is, is a girl wearing multiple styles of clothes.
I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked girl who she is.
Anyway, anecdote time:
I work in a bookstore in the suburbs of Chicago part time. The rest of my time is dedicated to high school and suriving all of the dramas that came with it.
When Amanda moved here, she definitely stood out. Nobody here dressed like her. Nobody here talked like her. Nobody here thought like her. Everyone talked about her. Everyone wondered about her. I was one of them.
It was one late afternoon during the weekend, if my memory serves me right, when Amanda stepped into the humble bookstore. Hidden behind the cashier register, I decided to spy on her. Amanda moved with confidence and grace. I noticed I was not the only one watching her. Whispers started to float around the room.
Eventually, she brought her books up to me smiling. I nonchalantly glanced at the books she picked out.
“The Origin of Species”
“A Tale of Two Cities”
I was stunned. Even in my enriched classes, these were pretty difficult reads.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.”
I gawked and mindlessly rang up the items for her. She smiled again and walked out. That was the first and last time Amanda Valention spoke to me.
To this day, I wonder what she was trying to tell me about from the opening of that book. Maybe it is not the time to understand yet.
[ Edited: 11 January 2010 01:15 AM by Strawbezz]
Response number 55
I just bought the newly published book “The Amanda Project, Invisible I” yesterday. I am now done with the book and have solved the puzzle in the beginning of the book. I won’t give away any secrets, but I do have a very ironic story to share with you.
My name actually happends to be Amanda too, and knowing this my father came home from work today with a story to share with me. On his way home from work, he drove past a large pond covered in a blanket of snow. Someone had shoveled out the words “A M A N D A” in big, bold lettering into the snow. He even took a few pictures of the pond with his phone and the word must have streatched at least 20 ft. across. Did my father stumble upon the remains of a little girl named Amanda just playing in the snow(ironic enough),or did he find yet another clue from Amanda?
P.S. This is not a fictional post, I am posting this now out of character and as the person I really am.
Response number 56
Before Amanda left eight grade we hung out quite alot. She never seemed to be with anyone but me for that month and I felt the same. We could sit for hours painting pictures in silence and it didn’t feel wierd.
Iv’e seen her around Orion before she disapeared. Mostly around the library ( we both loved to read). She once drew me and key and told me, “One day It’ll come in handy.”
I didn’t know what she meant, I mean all it was, was a picture right? Wrong.
She someone managed to give me a key just like the one in the picture with details and all.
Me: ” Wow! Amanda where did you get this!?”
Amanda was deep, she was complex. She was different.
We were in writing and art together! ( My favrourite subjects.) We didn’t talk much at this time.
The time I met her in Orion was one month in eighth grade at Grumbly Day Middle School. ( The name really did match the school!) That school isnt arounf anyone more though.
Anyways, Amanda is Bold.
Response number 57
the first time i met amanda was at lunchtime, some girl had fallen over both amanda and i (NADIA) help pick up her books. since then we haven’t stoped texting each other untill about a month ago. she had said that she had a family comitment. but i don’t really believe her. she wasn’t like everyone else she made her point known. she at my house having dinner and amanda blurted out that she hated pie, suprise, suprise, that was what we were eating. so u see my point she was very out there with me, needless to say so was i. amanda didn’t care what people thought of her. she once told me that “she was the best thing that happent to this school” at the time i was a bit confused but know i understand. amanda was funny energetic and creative.
i miss my one in a life time friend
Forever hopeful of her returning - Nadia
[ Edited: 20 January 2010 10:51 PM by vampire-girl]
Response number 58
2 months ago Amanda was at my school,She didn’t walk in to class, well, that first class, she sort of, made a grand apearence at my school, like, everyones heads turned when she walked into class, she startled EVERYONE, not by her dress(well that was really outrageose) but by how she sorta acted as if she had been at school for ages, not only a few minutes. She sat next to me in class, and we gradually became friends. and i was her guide, or so i thought, I’m looking for amandas other guides at Utah so that we can piece together some clues that have any similarities. This is what she told me: she was born in a small town called Orion and when they were driving her back from the hospital, the car crashed and her dad died and her mom had many injuries, so she stayed with her aunt Maruada, But when she got older she had a love for the snow and her Aunt let her go to Utah for high school but only if she stayed for 2 more years. So she moved to a small apartment 7 streets away from school. We had lots of fun. I never had heard of Orion, until I read the book. When she told me where she lived, I thought she was gonna invite me over(sort of like the picture you had in mind Callie). After 4 weeks she disapeered. So I biked over to her “home” and found out it actually was where she was staying, so I looked around, and found some pretty interesting clues. She had maps of all little known towns, a picture of a woman, which I thought must be her mum, but If Callie and Amanda are supposedly twins, would that mean Ursula ran away to Amanda in Utah to find she wasn’t there? anyway, I found some articles on Astro Raven Observatory and I’m wondering if these are of any help.
Response number 59
when my family and i went on vacation, i needed to get away. i went to a park, and sat down. when looking around i saw her. she was sittin on a blanket with some sort of notebook out in front of her. then i realized she was looking my way. i instintly looked away, embaressed that she caught me looking. a few minutes later she sat down on the bench next to me. we sat there in scilence until she said “im amanda. who are you?” that first day she cempted a little odd to me, through the rest of my vacation she brought me places i never new before the one i remember the best was a vintage colthing store. when it was time to leave we promised to keep in touch. this promise was kept for a little while but then i got so bussy, i haven’t talked to her in a long time, and the to find out she is missin. wow
Response number 60
It was a new school year, a new girl entered, the principal introduced her “Amanda Valentino would be your new classmate”.
I studied her, she has long bangs, trying to cover her eyes, I knew right away she was hiding something. Her life, her identity, Both?
But why? For some reason I wanted to be her friend, I felt sorry for her. I saw her scribbling an animal on her journal, i cannot tell what.Is she shy or scared? Either way im going to find out.
Next day at school, the teacher called “Amanda Valentino?”. I gave the teacher my late slip for being late, I figured out there was an empty seat, she was absent? Everytime something happens a new question enters my mind. After school I looked inside her desk a jeweled journal. I need to know whats going on, I flipped the pages, it was empty.
I went to the park to think, I was wandering around the park when suddenly, I saw something, a drawing pinned on a tree, It was a cayote.What does it represent?
PS I havent read the book but I really wish I could
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