A bright light shines directly in my face, and I slowly open my eyes. My body creaks as I attempt to sit up, and a tiny figure next to me enters my realm of awareness. She's lying on her stomach, so her hair is the only thing I can see. The long strands are exactly the same shade of blond as mine. Gently, I nudge her side. The girl stirs, rubbing the sleep from her face as she sits up.

"Hello," she says groggily. Her eyes stay closed.

"Hey there. Who are you?" My voice is quiet, so as not to startle her.

"I think that I'm you, but I'm not sure. Who are you?" she replies through a yawn.

"My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones, and I'm America. I just happen to be the hero." The girl giggles at my joking tone, and her eyes slowly open. They are the same shade of blue as mine, but with a red swirl around the pupil.

They're cool as hell, if you ask me.

"You have beautiful eyes."

"Thanks," she says cockily, placing her head on my leg. "Tell me a story."

"What about?" I ask, playing with her hair.

"Anything. Just talk."

I tell her about my history; about Native America, about Canada, and about some of the other nations. She listens intently as I talk endlessly about my life, hanging on to every word. The depression that plagued me during life is no longer there, and the girl watches me gesture wildly with my hands. For hours we just sit there in the field, and when I run out of stories to tell, the girl stands up. She brushes off her deerskin dress and holds out a small hand to me. Gently, I shake it.

"Thank you for the story, Alfred. I think that I'm ready to take over now, so you can relax. I got this, dude!" She strikes a heroic pose, much like I do sometimes. I laugh, standing up as well. She hugs my legs, and I wrap an arm around her back.

"Good luck out there, kid. There's a lot of good people in this world." She nods once, and I turn around and start walking.

"My name is Amelia! Amelia Jones!" she yells after me, and I throw her a thousand-watt smile over my shoulder as her tiny form gets smaller.

Soon, a bright light engulfs me and I lose all feeling in my body.

So this is what it feels like to fade. I guess it isn't so bad, after all.

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I'm really sorry if this story sucks more than school, but I'm trying. Chapter lengths will probably be inconsistent, so I apologize in advance.