The town was small, seemingly innocent. It was beautiful, full of life, buzzing with conversation, but in this town, there was someone new, someone with a bloodline that brought trouble. Curses and history that should stay buried do come to the surf...
Last night, I did heal my arm, and the crashing noise was a chair that fell over. ...
Odd.
I put on a jacket over my arm, now self conscious of the burn. The morning was cold. 37 degrees Fahrenheit. It was foggy and dreary. I get in our car. I mean my car. I'm the only owner. ":(" I drive to the school. My arm had a wrap on it under the jacket. My locker was irritating me. I happen to be in a terrible mood. Ana attempts talking to me. "Amber?"
Silence "Listen, I know you're angry but–"
I slam my locker and walk off.
"Amberlyn!" She calls, frustrated with my distance. I walk faster. Glances in the hallway drill into me.
I hear a phrase; "Isn't she the mental kid?" Uhm... mental? Are they talking about me? —— Throughout the school day, I didn't speak to anyone. Aris and Jace kept looking at me. I'm suddenly a freak. I reach home. Ana is back. In my kitchen. Waiting.
"What are you doing in my house." I nearly snarl.
"Amber why won't you listen to me?" "Who did you tell?"
"Uhm..." "Get out."
"Stop it!" She finally snaps. She's had enough. "Stop acting like a child Amber."
"WHO!" I yell. Ana's taken back by my behavior. My breathing becomes heavy. My expression of desperation turns into hopelessness.
"I-. I'm sorry." I slide down the wall, hiding my face in shame.
"Wh-why? Why are you sorry?"
I don't move.
"Amber?"
"I do everything wrong Ana! I trust the wrong people, I hide things. I just want to.." Don't say that. "To what?"
"Irrelevant." I breathe, and I don't move. "Can... can I be alone?"
She hesitates, but she leaves.
I can try to be strong. Otherwise, I'm disgusted with me. What will I ever do with myself..
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