My Rainbow of Confusion

Chappie 28

Chapter 28: Amber Cartaline Limbers

Amber
Abe's funeral was probably the saddest thing I have ever seen.
And here's why.
Its my fault, he shot himself.
And barley anyone came.
It was me, Sam, Crate, Poppe, Alabama, and Cassidy Sinoma.
Lord knows why Cassidy showed up but its better than nothing.
"Its not your fault, Amber." My dad says to me as I lay on my bed.
"He loved me, Dad, and I left him." I protest.
"He loved you, yes, but you didn't leave he gave you up. He wanted you to go." He says.
"But it killed him." I say.
He sighed and sat on my bed.
"How long do you plan on blaming yourself?" He asked.
"Until I get over it I guess."
My dad gets up and goes to the door.
"Its not your fault." He says again, then leaves.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling.
I hear a knock on my door and I yell come in.
My door opens and Sam's head appears.
"Hey sad girl." She says softly.
I smile, "hey."
She comes in the room closing the door behind her.
She sneaks up and kisses my lips.
I smile and take her face in my hands, pulling her closer, wanting more.
"Mmm, I like this fire." Sam teases.
I laugh and pull her down on top of me.
The room heats up as our tongues fight for control.
Our bodies move together, rubbing against each other.
Things start to get right where I want them when there is a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I call, trying not to moan from Sam's neck kisses.
"Ah, Sam.."
"Amber?" I hear Poppe's soft voice through the door.
"Oh Poppe!" I push Sam off of me and go to the door.
"Come in, come in." I say.
Poppe is literally the little sister I always wanted.
She's sweet and its kind of hard to keep her from trying to clean the house and cook our meals. But really she is funny and likes to watch movies with me and likes to go out with me. We talk all night sometimes, my mom hates it.
Sam wipes her mouth really quick and smiles at Poppe as she enters the room.
"Hi Sam." Poppe says.
Sam throws an arm around her and hugs her.
"I like to touch kid, especially your sister over there." She smirks at me.
My face brightens and I swat Sam away from Poppe.
"So what's up Poppe?" I ask sitting on the bed, laying in Sam's arms.
Poppe stands up and faces us.
She lets out a breath, "Its my birthday."
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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Poppe, happy birthday to you!"
We all clap and cheer as we celebrate Poppe's 17th birthday.
I hug my little sister as she wipes tears from her face.
I literally flipped out when she told Sam and I earlier.
I ran down the stairs yelling its her birthday, its her birthday! Until my parents got fed up and asked me what is going on.
So now we are eating cake around the dinner table.
"Sorry we couldn't go out to eat love." My mom says to Poppe.
"No its fine. This is what I wanted." Poppe says.
I turn to my left and scold Sam and Crate for thumb wrestling at the table.
I take my phone out and snap an off guard of Poppe eating cake and then another one of her laughing at me, I then posted them on snapchat.
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"School is a drag." Crate complains from behind me in class.
Its Friday and of course we are watching a movie.
"Its Friday, Crate, and prom." I point a finger at her and raise my eyebrows.
"Did Sam ask you yet?" She asks.
"No she didn't. But I know Sam. She's going to wait until the last moment but it will be the most romantic thing ever."
Crate nods in agreement and we turn our attention back to the promethean screen that is broadcasting the movie.
Getting Poppe to school this morning was more work than I actually expected. I completely forgot about the fact that she hasn't seen real people in an entire year, and she just started talking like a week ago. So when she saw all the older kids, which now that I think about it, they aren't really older than her at all, she freaked, and didn't want to get out of the car. We were all late for first period.
If you are wondering how we got Poppe enrolled so fast, let's just say my mom had a few choice words for the principal and the superintendent of schools. Also, my dad sold the principal's daughter a house so that pretty much won him over.
A minute goes by before the classroom door swings open and all the lights are turned on.
Everyone either woke up shielded their eyes or shielded them in general.
Mr Odell payed no mind.
His is a very old man.
All of a sudden, I see Sam, climbing onto a couple of desks that have been pushed together.
I look at Crate who just stares at Sam with the greatest look of confusion on her face.
"Amber Cartaline Limbers. Please stand up." She says from above.
I stand, keeping my eyes on Sam.
"Amber Cartaline Limbers-"
"Do you have to say my middle name." I groan.
"-Will you, do me the greatest honor, of going with me, to this totally sappy, and totally romantic, and totally cliché, prom?"
I pretend to think for a moment and Sam looks at Crate worried, who looks at me like what the hell are you waiting for?!
"Only if you promise to stop saying my middle name out loud, in public places." I say.
"Deal!"
"Then yes."
People clap and Sam jumps down from the desk, her blue hair going all over the place.
She wraps her arms around my waist and this time I kiss her.
Mr Odell finally looks up and tells Sam to get out.
She apologizes, and starts to head out the room before giving me one more kiss and running a hand through my brown hair.
She is at the door when she swings around and says, "oh so like do you want to be my girlfriend like officially?" She asks.
I laughed and nod my head. She is too cute.
I have never seen someone who was bold enough to just ask someone to prom. But when it comes to asking me to officially be with them, its the hardest thing in the world.
I turn to Crate and she squeals and hugs me.
This wild, wild, life I have, I already know will just keep getting wild.
And I am just going to roll with the punches.
I finally know the amazing, life changing story I am going to write about.
This life I live.
This rainbow I'm in.
My rainbow, of straight confusion.

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