Lucy Hale as Amber Hale
Chapter 001
Danielle Benson Point of View
Kids walking around.
Kids talking.
Teachers eating.
Teachers gossiping.
King and his followers sitting down at their spot.
Under a tree.
I pass them.
Sitting down at a tree near them.
Not caring what they're talking about.
Opening up my drawing/journal book.
A picture comes out.
Landing on the ground.
Three people is on there.
My twin brother on the left.
King on the right.
And me in the middle.
This was taken back when we just little kids.
6 years old.
Just smiling happily at the camera.
I pick it up.
Smiling at it.
Feeling eyes on me.
I look up.
Meeting eyes with him.
He looks at me with a blank face.
I roll my eyes.
Looking back down.
Putting the picture in my bag.
And open my book back up.
Flipping to a fresh new page.
Soon the light shinning on my fresh new page disappeared.
A shadow covering it.
I look up.
It's my best friend, Amber Hale.
She's the same age as me.
She sits right next to me.
"I saw 19 staring." She said.
I nod.
"I know I saw him too." I reply.
I hear a snort.
Looking at the direction it was coming from.
King.
He looks at me.
With a smirk.
I roll my eyes once again.
Turning my direction back at Amber.
She gives me a grin.
I back away.
"What's wrong?" I ask worryingly.
Her grin grows bigger.
I laugh nervously.
I let out a shaky breathe.
"Amber?" I said.
Right away she attacks my sides.
I start laughing uncontrollably.
"S-stop." I said laughing.
She shook her head.
I feel eyes looking at us.
She moves to my stomach.
"No!" I scream.
"Too late, Benson." She laughs.
She starts tickling my stomach.
I kicking my feet.
I laugh more.
"O-oh have mercy!" I said.
She laughs.
She gets off of me.
I start to grin.
"Bad mistake, Hale." I said.
I went ahead and start tickling her.
She starts laughing.
"D-Danielle!" She said.
I laugh.
I start tickling her neck.
She laughs more.
"S-stop!" She said.
I then pulled away.
She glares at me.
"Revenge is sure sweet, right darling?" I ask her.
She smiles.
"Yes it is, sweetie." She said.
We just stared at each other.
Then laughing at each other.
This is what I needed.
What I needed after my twin's death.
Happiness.
