Damn you Intruder!

How Dare you?! It clearly was mine, buddy.

Chapter 1 -

1. Amber Halls P.O.V.

"Yes, Gerard Way...I will join the Black Parade." I say easily. I take his glistening pale hand in my much smaller one and give it a little squeeze. (I wonder if he moisturises, his hand does look quite shiny and is soft) We then go in this room that in short is very interesting and he hands me an all black outfit (which suits me if I do say so myself.) Once he gave it to me he leaves me in the odd room to change in privacy. Once done we meet up with the rest of My Chemical Romance, they're all smiling at me. "Hello, Amber. You're looking rather dashing today." They all say in unison, almost like it was practiced for a grade school talent show. Creepy. Very

Creepy. Eh i'm meeting a hardcore punk band, it's okay for them to be a tad bit odd. I'm odd, their odd, people are odd in general. We're all odd. (I just went on a rant about being odd, didn't I?) Isn't that such a wonderful way of starting a book? Yes, yes it is.

Creak.

I shot up of my ever comfortable bed smiling like an idiot because, I had just joined the Black Parade. Like who the hell doesn't want to join the freakin Black Parade? Maybe people who don't even know who My Chemical Romance is. I then pout since I realize that it was just a dream. Oh boy, why do my dreams have to seem so real? It's actually cruel. There should be a law against dreams making people think they are real because, when they wake up the poor soul is crushed. Don't cha think? By the way vote for Amber Halls for president in 2031, i'm going to be the next Oprah Winfrey. (Remember when the talk of the town was all about Oprah saying she was going to become president, no? Yeah me either....)

Crash.

What the loving marshmallows was that? Just at that very moment my stomach growls. Shhh stomach we need to go investigate what that sound was. Wait! Isn't that how every girl in horror movies die? My conscience argues. That's a very valid point. Maybe I should just stay in my heaven of a bed and ignore that creaking sound, I reply to my conscience. Wait! If we just stay here whatever it is will come and find us, my conscience rushes out.

I huff. My conscience can be a handful, can't you tell? She can never make up her mind. Also, if I may point out she typically only talks about all the negative things in whatever situation it is. Which if you ask me is what someone would call a Debby Downer...but, in all of her flaws I love her nonetheless.

Amber stay focused! Okay back on topic. I swiftly remove my blankets from my sleepy body and place my feet gently on cold hardwood floor. I tiptoe to my closet and grab the plastic lightsaber I stole from my older brother when he wasn't looking (haha I can be evil but, I was 10 at the time! Don't give that look. This is a judge free zone people.)

I may of forgotten to mention. When people talk or even look at me they think i'm off my rocker. I tend to ramble a lot and by a lot. I mean a lot a lot. I lose tons of oxygen by talking. But,....yeah I got nothing.

I make it to my bedroom door and twist the knob to open it. Once opened I stick the lightsaber out, my body follows soon after. I can hear the robber cursing softly from downstairs. (Oi, is the robber an angry sailor?) Sweet baby jesus, why did my parents have to go on a business trip and leave me all alone? Well that's a lie i'm not alone all the time, I mean yes I have my older brother but, more times than not he's never home at night. Guess what time it is now? You guessed it! Night. So i'm all alone.

Mini storytime brought to you by none other than Amber Halls! My brother, Dylan, 19 years of age is pretty much the type of person parents try to get their kids to avoid. He is what most people call the "wild child" he likes to have a new girl with him every day. Which I find totally messed up, personally speaking. I honestly don't know how many poor girls hearts he has broken. Sad...just sad. Oh! Did I forget to mention he is an antagonizer, he likes to start fights between people and then just leave. I happen to have a suspicion that he smokes and does street races. (Both are not proven true at the current moment.)

Amber...you do know that their is an UCC (unidentified creeping creature) in your house and you are having a mini storytime? Ms. Conscience says. Why yes I do, I reply back sassily.

Back to mission get rid of UCC.

I begin to descend down the stairs to where I can still hear the creature. I start to find the dark corners in my house and ninja style it to the kitchen where I think the creature is. I make it there safely. Quickly I peek around the doorway and what I see makes my jaw drop.

Am I really seeing what I think i'm seeing? Once it sets in I start to feel red hot rage make it way through my veins. How dare he! They had my name on it...

I throw my lightsaber and it hits the guy sitting at my kitchen table to spin around with a glare that would make even Vin Diesel quiver. However, i'm not in my right mind right now. Wanna know why? That guy right there was eating my box of cocoa pebbles! I mean like come on I even took the time to draw multiple stars on the sticker that houses my name on it.

I start stopping toward the guy and jab my finger in his chest. "You ate some of my prized possession, how dare you!" I yell furiously at him. "Slow down shorty, what are you doing here?" The sky guy asks glancing down at me.

Yahoo conscience here! Amber you should be the one asking what are you doing here. She says. I totally agree with you. I reply. (I bet you a dollar if a conscience could do a victory dance she would be doing it right now.)