Amber's first day at her new school is today. Her dad had drove her to school after unloading a few boxes from the moving truck. On the way there they passed two boys looking at the large moving truck. She rolled her eyes and plugged in her earphones waiting for the drive to be over. They got there a few minutes later.
Her dad and her did their secret little handshake. Which is her slapping his left hand with her right hand and him slapping her left hand with his right hand, a fist bump, then them separating their hands by going backwards with them and saying "Torch".
She hugged him and got out of the car. People stared at the old car, not because it's old, but because its a restored nineteen seventy three Dodge Charger. Her dad and her worked on it themselves. She closed her door and slung her bag over her shoulder, putting her hands in her black leather jacket pockets and walking inside.
She walked around looking for the office and found it, going inside and standing at the desk. A round red haired woman turned around. She looked at the girl and blinked. "How may I help you dear?"
"I'm new here, first day, and I need my things for my classes."
She nodded. Reaching into a filing cabinet and pulling out a folder. "That's your time table, and your scedule. Your list of books you'll need and everything else."
Amber thanked her and walked out, bumping into someone and stumbling backwards. She growled out "Watch it!" and picked up her folder. The person looked at her and smirked. He had spikey brown hair and was tall.
"I'm Reese. And you are?"
"Not in the mood for crap. Bye." She said walking off and opening her folder. She stared at her scedule.
"Like I said, I'm Reese." She heard, very close to her. She turned her head and he was standing there. She groaned and looked at him.
"I'm not in the mood for your crap." She said and started walking to her class. Reese was still with her.
"What's your problem dipstick?" She asked him.
"My problem. I don't have a problem. I think you do. And you're heading to Chemistry, are you not?"
She didn't answer, but clenched her jaw instead.
"So you are. Anyway, that's my first class for the morning. I usually skip it but since you'll be there I think I'll stay." He said.
Amber walked faster to Chemistry, giving the teacher her note when she got in. "Okay," the teacher started. "I'm Mrs. Peterson. Plese take a seat anywhere, you'd like."
She nodded.
She sat down and Reese sat next to her. "Why do you like black so much?" He asked gesturing to what she was wearing. ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=103674974
She shrugged and sat there listening.
Why can't this idiot just leave me alone?
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Eyes Open (A Reese Wilkerson fanficition)
FanficAmber Hale is intelligent and nice, everything you'd expect. Except she's a little different. Off putting to some, different to others. She has to keep her eyes open in order to make it through the hell known as high school. Can she do it?
