Do You Still Remember?

Heather Skinner was a happy seven-year-old girl, playing with her friends.  She had the blondest hair, the brightest blue eyes, and a big smile to prove that she was one of the sweetest seven-year-old girls around.  "Heather, come on in," Tasha said.  "It's getting cold outside."

            "Coming, Mom!" Heather groaned.

            Chris, Heather's dad, had just come home, and Heather wanted to ask him something.  She remembered earlier having seen their neighbor come out of her house, just long enough to pick up her newspaper, and solemnly take it back in.  The woman was about Tasha's age, twenty eight, and had a lovely cloud of thick brown hair, deep brown eyes that held memories that Heather could not begin to imagine, and a fairly decent figure.

            "Mommy," Heather said to Tasha at the dinner table.  "Why doesn't our neighbor ever talk?"
            "Amy?" Tasha asked.  "She's had a rough life," Tasha said flatly, indicating that the conversation would not continue.

            "Actually," Chris said.  "I used to date her before I met your mother.  She told me that she was a clone, which is someone who is made to be a baby, and grow up to look exactly like the person you pick, and that there were twelve others just like her, if you counted Aly, and that she was perfect.  Apparently, the people who paid for the project," Chris said, making sure that Heather understood what he was saying, "were bad people who wanted to take over the world.  Eventually, they kidnapped all of the clones, including my friend, Andy, and Amy was the only one who didn't lose her emotions.  She never discovered what happened to them.  Andy was a boy clone, and Amy was in love with him.  I think they tried the treatment on her, and she can't be as happy as she used to be."

            "Chris!" Tasha shrieked.  "You shouldn't be telling her all of this!  She's only a child!"

            Heather hated how her mother always called her "only a child," as if just because she was small, she could not understand anything.  Still, the story was so sad.  Amy couldn't be happy?

            "Can Amy never be happy?" Heather asked sadly.

            "Well, by the time she was seventeen, Amy was very close to Amys One, Five, Eight, and Thirteen.  Andy even asked her if she would marry him when she was older, but he never came back.  Also, Amy has no idea what happened to her mother," Chris continued.

            Heather started to cry at the thought of someone losing their Mommy.  "Heather, honey," Tasha said, trying to comfort her daughter.  "It's okay.  Daddy shouldn't be telling you this anyway."

            "Will I lose you too?" Heather cried.

            "No," Tasha said comfortingly.  "Of course not.  Don't worry, baby."

            "Is Amy going to be okay?" Heather asked.

            "I don't know," Tasha said.  "I really don't."

            "It just isn't like her to give up," Chris said.  "I guess she was really hurt."

            The next day, Heather decided that she would go say hi to Amy, and try to cheer her up.  She put some of her cookies in a basket, because cookies always made her feel better!  Yet, on the way, she spotted a necklace.  One that was made of pointy teeth.  "This is cool," Heather said.  Without thinking, she picked it up.

            She continued to skip along, and rang Amy's doorbell.  Amy sighed, but made her way to the door.  It was horrible how such a lovely young woman could be so sad.  "I brought you some cookies," Heather said.

            "For me?" Amy asked in surprise.  "What's your name, little girl?"

            "Heather.  Heather Skinner.  My mommy and daddy said you were sad, so I came to make you happy," Heather said.

            Amy's eyes widened.  Did this girl's parents really know what she was going though?  "Who are your parents?  I mean, what are your mommy and daddy's names?"

            "Tasha and Chris," Heather said proudly.

            Heather saw a tear stream down Amy's face.  "They were my friends, back when I was young.  Before the clone war."

            "Don't be sad," Heather said, handing her the basket of cookies.

            "Thank you," Amy said.  "That's very sweet of you," she said, taking the basket inside, and coming back out.  "Can I talk to your parents?" she asked.  "Are they home?"

            Heather nodded, and led Amy inside.  Tasha had a look of shock on her face.  "Amy?" she asked.

            "Tasha?" Amy asked.  "Is it really you?"

            "Yes," Tasha said.  "But how did this happen to you?  How did you escape if none of the other Amys did?"

            "I never knew if they escaped.  I've wondered that for all my life," Amy said sadly.

            "Let's find them!" Heather said.  "Like, put their faces on milk cartons!"

            "Heather," Tasha sighed.  "It's not that simple."

            Yet, Amy had no idea that someone desperately needed her help.