Amber's POV:
Birds chirped as the afternoon light filtered through the trees, a light breeze rustling the crisp autumn leaves. I swung slightly in my cream, knotted hammock, enjoying nature while reading one of my favorite novels. A squirrel chattered busily nearby, probably storing nuts for winter. I sighed, marking my page, then plopped my head in my hands. Everyone seems to have their own little niche. I muttered darkly in my head. Their own roll in life. Meanwhile I can barely survive being a teenage girl with mild acne problems and a cruddy after-school job. I made a disgusted sound and stood up from my lounging position on the hammock.
More of these insecure thoughts tumbled through my consciousness as I paced around the garden, near tears. I couldn't stand it, couldn't stand being the "geek", the "weirdo", the outcast. My friends were either a couple random weirdos that decided that I wasn't actually a screw-up, or the fictional characters that I read about every day.
I shuffled over to my oak tree, the one under which I buried my black poodle, Percy, when he died a couple months ago. After my dad had left my mother and I, our family became unstable. Ma looked tired and sad all the time, and Percy and I were the only comfort she had nowadays. So, initially, when I left for school, Ma was alone all day because Percy had died. Sometimes she would be draped across the couch, crying her heart out and mumbling to herself. I would have to comfort her until she had composed herself enough to eat, and the next day it was as if nothing had happened.
The stress for money had been shoved heavily onto my unexperienced shoulders when Dad lef
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Non-FictionAmber was always reading. Reading, reading, reading, that's all she ever did. Well, that is, until one her books took her somewhere she'd ever thought possible--- New York. Well, she already lives in New York, but the book takes her into the New Yor...
