Alex stared from his locker as Amber rushed through the school corridor. She's looking down, her fringe shielding most of her face. She looked up for a bit and- her eyes! She seems familiar, where did he see her?
"Yo, mate, you coming or what? Coach is gonna have our heads if we're late again. I don't wanna do laps man," James nudged him as he walked past, breaking him out of his daze.
All through training, questions about her bugged him. I know those eyes. Where did I see you? Why don't I see you talking with others in school? Why're you always rushing the minute the bell rings?
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Back home, Alex switches his laptop on and opened Facebook. He typed in 'Amber Rose'. After scrolling through about 200 Facebook profiles, he was certain she didn't have one (or at least under her own name). Turning to Google, he typed 'Amber Rose Greendale High'.
There were no relevant results.
Nada.
Zilch.
There should be a clubs page, an email link, past records, anything. How is it possible? No way can someone remain completely off the internet in this day and age.
Amber Rose, who are you?
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Waiting To Fall
Teen FictionAmber Rose. She seems like your typical shy teenager. She goes to school, works a part time service job, keeps her head down and avoids attention. All very normal teenage behavior. But one quick internet search on her pulls up no results. How is it...
