"Amber!!! Get down here!"
"What did i do now?" Amber yelled. She ran down stairs and found a thick, black belt in her step-mom's hand.
"Amber how many times have i told u to clean the kitchen?" Sandy yelled.
"Im sorry. I was doing homework." Amber stared at the belt while speaking.
"You rather get a bad grade or a butt whoopin'?This aint up to you, Amber"
She approuched Amber as she swung the belt across her face. Tears ran down her burning cheek as she scurried to the kitchen. With every wipe on a dish, Sandy watched with a frown.
"Im done." Amber mumbled.
"Bye, hoe!" Sandy said.
Amber's 11 year old tears stung her step-mom's belt mark. As her young, silent tears raced down her caramel cheek, she wished with all her might that her father came back. ~It's okay Amb~ She imagined her dad whispering to her and holding her small hands.
"Daddy why did you have to die? I want you back. You left me with satan. She aint the same any more."
Amber walked to her drawer, and pulled out a notebook with her and her parents on the front page. She kissed the picture and pulled out her special pencil. That pencil came with the notebook and it was the last thing her mom gave to her as a gift before she had a severe stroke and past away in her bed. Amber jotted down a poem about Sandy, her step-mother.
As she rhymed with every line she had regrets. She had questions. Questions that couldnt be answered by anyone, but God.
She sat by her window, imagining her parents on both sides of her smiling, while watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. A light breeze from outside brushed her face. Amber smiled because, she knew it was her mom and dad showing her that they are with her through every step of the way.
"A loud neighborhood can seem so quiet." Amber spoke alone as something popped in her head.
She went to grab her notebook and she jotted down a little poem.
~A loud neighborhood can seem so quiet. A mean person can seem so nice. And the alive can seem so dead. Every time i open my eyes to the world around me. All i see is evil, wrong, and confusion.~
She wrote poems ever since her mother died. To Amber it was almost like letting out all her feelings to somebody, but just on paper. She closed her window shut and slipped into bed. She held her notebook close to her warm chest, but deep inside her heart was cold, and unloved. 11 years old. Both parents are dead. Raging step-mom. What else is there to take away. Amber is more than an 11yr old girl.
{Picture of Amber to the side}
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The Overcoming Amendment: How It All Began
Teen Fiction11 years old. Both parents are dead, and Amber Wright is left to live a way that she never saw coming. She lives 2 lives, and one life has to be kept a secret. The jaw-dropping chapters will have you wanting more of the drama, secrets, and more.
