A in PreCalculus, A in Economics, A in Physics, well looks like I am going to be in the Beta Club. I mentally do a happy dance...ok I literally do a happy dance. Its just that my grades mean a lot to me, I am mean if I want to get into Princeton I have to be nerdy and study a lot. That's right I am known as the nerd of the Junior class of Beacon high school. My name is Amber, I have hazel/amber eyes(hence my name) and black hair due to the Hispanic descendants in both my parents families. I am in the outcast of my grade, but honestly I really don't care because I have really cool friends in a lot of the grades at my school. I trust and love them so much especially since my parents are always busy and rarely seem to ask me about my personal life, not that I wanted them to know about it... My dad is the CEO of a prestigious company, and my mom, well my mom...she
"Amber! Dear, can I come in?" she says in a peppy voice, which then leads me to the assumption that she is planning something sneaky.
Before I even have the chance to respond, she barges into my room.
" What do you want mom?, I am busy," I groan.
" I just wanted for you knowww," she drags out the last word and at that instant I knew she was up to no good.
"What mom? Finish."
" I just wanted you to know that we have new neighbors and they decided to invite us over tonight, anddd," There she goes again.
"And what mom??" I say becoming impatient.
"And they have two really cute sons, one is your age and the other is one year older! But you pick your choice!" she cheerfully says.
My mouth becomes ajar. Honestly sometimes I feel that I am the responsible mother and she is the hormonal teenager.
"That was something I didn't want to know... but I don't think I can make it because I don't have a dress to wear or shoes or anything," I say hoping she won't plead me to go.
"Honey have you forgotten you have a fashion designer/make-up artist for a mother?" she winks at me while saying this. My mom works with well-known fashion designers like Gucci, Perry Ellis, Sherri Hill, and others I can't even pronounce.
"No mom I haven't forgotten," I say with a warm smile and then hug her. I was blessed to have her as a mom.
"Alrighty then, Let's get started!" she cheerfully squeals. She was more excited about this than I was.
"So what do you have in mind?" I ask while pondering what my mom has chosen for me.
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The Good One or The Bad One
Roman d'amourAmber is a beta club smartie. Her life seems to be perfect until she figures out that she has new neighbors. The family has two teenage sons who are both very attractive but have completely opposite personalities. She begins to becomes close to both...
