★ ⋆ My Amethyst ⋆ ★

Hit the deck eleven

Ah, the unfortunate crashing of a hangover. The curtains of Amethyst's room are pulled away to reveal the not-so-gentle light of morning, and with it, pain that echoes through her skull. The room feels like it's spinning like she forgot to take her iron and stood up too quickly. Her stomach has transformed into a bubbly mess, churning with the regret of last night's choices.

With a great effort, she prys open one eye, only to immediately regret it as the sun's rays pierce through her eyelids like a knife. She squinted, trying to adjust to the harsh light of the day. The floor seems to wobble as she lightly places her feet on the cold, unforgiving surface, sending waves of nausea crashing through her body.

In the mirror, Amethyst is greeted by a reflection that looks more like an emo guitarist—splotchy skin, bloodshot eyes, and hair that seems to have decided to part ways with her scalp and explore bedhead.

With a shaky hand, She reaches for the acetaminophen, those tiny soldiers ready to battle the demons of your headache. She pops a couple, washing them down with water that feels like a gift from the gods. Amethyst dares not look at her phone, fearing the scroll of regret that awaits—texts unanswered, calls missed, and photos that will surely be a visual reminder of the night's escapades.

Malakai...

Amethyst stumbles back to bed, curling into a fetal position as if returning to the womb could somehow erase the events of the night before. But alas, the hangover persists, a stubborn guest that overstayed its welcome. You pull the covers over your head, praying to the gods of recovery for a swift and merciful, letting out a loud groan.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."

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Amethyst Is now sitting next to Ant and Spider in the auditorium for an assembly she did not want to be at. The lights were too bright and the noise was making her headache worse, Ant had so kindly provided her with a nice pair of sunglasses, they could only do so much. Her eyes fluttered around the room looking for the boy she had been worried about but the mopy haired was nowhere to be found.

"Good morning everybody, so I have an announcement and It's really very thrilling," Woodsy said from the front of the room in that god-awful pink outfit. "Hartley High has been selected to kick off the city of Sydney Interschool Basketball Semifinals—"

There's scattered applause, Quinni looks excited about it though.

"—which will garner some much-needed positive attention after the map debacle."

"Map bitch!" Spider yelled out and he got a laugh from the crowd.

"Put a sock in it, Spencer." Woodsy snaps, "It's actually a very big honor and we would like all of you to do your bit and help us clean up our school." Amethyst rolls her eyes

"Don't actual cleaners do that miss?" Ant questions.

"Great contribution, Anthony." She says very sarcastically, "As a little incentive, the student who picks up the most bags of rubbish will receive a PlayStation—"

There is a surprised gasp from the group in the gym.

"—gift voucher. Valued at $50, It's still a lot. And, yes, the cleanup is compulsory. You will be handed out schedules in the first period. Thank you."

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Amethyst leaned against the cold, concrete wall of the abandoned stairwell, her hands wrapped around Ant's neck as he kissed her with a passion that sent shivers down her spine. The dim light from the solitary bulb above flickered, casting eerie shadows against the wall behind them, their breaths mingled in the chilly air.