[Kendall's POV]
My book bag was slung over my shoulder as I head out into the streets. I had a black hoodie on as my freshly cut, uneven hair hung out of the hood. I felt tears streaming down my face as I looked down at my black converse, my plan continuing to form in my head.
Angel. I told myself. My name is Angel... Smith? Is that too generic? Yes, I need something better.
Angel Summers? That sounds too fake.
Angel Miguel? Sure, sounds decent.
I reached the brick building with 'Youth Center' in big bold letters and posters to every event that's ever happened in this town hanging in the window. I stepped up to the door, be before I even had the chance to breathe, the door was flung open to reveal a short woman with dyed blonde hair and fake purple eyeshadow.
"Welcome!" She nearly yelled at me in her awkwardly southern accent. "My names Rebecca Rae. Who are you?"
"Ke-, I mean, Angel. Angel Miguel." I stammered, my heart racing.
"Come on in Angel!" She stated, flinging the door open the rest of the way and gesturing for me to come inside.
I stepped inside the youth center, and instantly picked up the scents of sweaty socks and grease. I did everything in my power not to crinkle my nose in disgust, and instead pushed my fake glasses up further on my nose and pretended to be interested in what she was explaining to me about all the rooms and people there.
"This is our main space, which is what it's nicknamed." Said Rebecca as she showed me a room with a TV and a few couches. I nodded and pushed my fake glasses up again.
Rebecca led me around the corner to library type place when I saw a familiar face. I looked a little closer and my heart stopped dead in its tracks.
It was her. It was Amber.
Brock's fake, spineless, fun sponge girlfriend. She looked up and we locked eyes, and instantly I looked around for literally anything to duck behind. Amber put the book down that was in her hands and got up to meet me.
"Amber, this is Angel." Introduced Rebecca. I waved a little, my heart pounding.
"You're so familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere."
Amber remarked, and I quickly shook my head.
"I dont recognize you at all."
I replied, almost too obviously.
Amber nodded slowly, obviously still checking me out to see if she could put her finger on who I was.
"Okay. If you need anything, I'm right around the corner."
She remarked and returned to her chair.
I quickly nodded and urged Rebecca to continue her youth center tour and get me as far away from Amber as I could. She couldn't figure out it was me.
"So, what happened? Why are you here? How long do you need to stay?"
Rebecca suddenly started bombarding me with questions. I needed to make up a fake story, and fast.
"Um, well, my dad just kicked me out and left."
I said quickly.
"So we need to track down your father?"
Asked Rebecca.
I shook my head vigorously.
"No, he uh, moved to Alabama I think. Either way, he's never coming back."
I said, and Rebecca nodded.
"Then we need to send you to a relative. But for now, you can stay here as long as you'd like. It's getting quite late."
Remarked Rebecca, looking down at her watch.
I nodded and flashed a small smile.
Rebecca ushered me into a small, dark room at the end of the hallway.
"This is your room for tonight and however long you need it. You're also sharing a room with Amber, the girl you met earlier! How sweet. Anyways, you two catch up. I'll be out in the staff area if you need me."
Rebecca shoved me into the room and closed the door, and my heart dropped.
"Hello Kendall."
I heard Amber's mysterious voice say.
A/N-
BAHAHA ALL OF YOUR CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUT AMBER AND I FINALLY BROUGHT HER BACK. ENJOY BOYS.
- Hanna
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