Found this in a folder on my computer... obviously I got bored with because I stopped mid-sentence. I might decide to make something of it, tell me what you think.
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Amelia peered out the enormous foggy window. Gray clouds peppered the sky, and rolling hills were sprinkled with trees.
She leaned her forehead on the cool glass and closed her eyes. Images raced through her mind and there was no slowing them down.
She wanted a break from thinking. But thinking wasn’t something you took a break from. Thinking was something you had to do if you wanted to be a “person.” Amelia didn’t know anyone who didn’t think, except her Uncle Fred who had been in a coma for six years.
She smiled a bit at the memory of Uncle Fred. He was the family joke, sadly enough. His wife, Clara, refused to take him off life support. Amelia considered the whole thing ridiculous. The poor man should at least be allowed to die without becoming the butt of her family’s lame attempts at humor.
“Mel?”
Amelia opened her eyes slowly.
“Mel? Are you awake?”
Amelia turned around in the window seat to face Laurie.
“Your mother wants to know what you’ve decided about the ball.”
Amelia looked around the room. It was spotless, but to her it may as well have been covered in a layer of dust and grime for all the memories it contained. She sighed.
“Yes, Laurie. Tell my mother yes.”
Laurie beamed, but frowned quickly when Amelia turned back to the window.
“Mel? Oh, Mellie come on. This is ridicu
I think this has got potential; again, there's not much for me to go off of, but from what I can tell you obviously have no problem with writing a good starter. 
