Elemental Wolves

Chapter 9 - Amber

Amber POV

Well it's been almost a month and I've got say... I'm not any less angry about my life, but I certainly have a kick as body now. I mean after all that exercise and good food who wouldn't have abs and muscles. Damn do I look toned.

I guess I should probably introduce myself a little. My name's Amber Landon and I live on a farm with my parents and little brother. They have this whole organic produce thing going on. And I mean all produce, like clothes, dyes, food, utensils.. the whole gambit. It's not like I want to dress like this. I kind of don't have a choice. I love to paint. It's kind of my thing. I've got honey colored hair and light amber eyes that in some lights even looks a little grey. I'm pretty tall at 5 foot 9 in comparison to some girls. Okay cool now that we've figured that out we can get the rest going.

So I've got this ish down my now. I'm usually the first one ready since I really don't care to do much with my hair and face. One organic products are hella expensive and two who is time for this. I sincerely don't get girls who wake up hours earlier to get ready for a day knowing that it'll probably just melt off by the end of it anyway.

I finished showering and head to my room tossing on a baggy grey t shirt tucked into cotton black pants. I grabbed my laundry and went downstairs to put it in. I set the wash cycle and head back up. Luckily it's the weekend so most of the girls are still asleep since it's 7:00 in the morning. I grab a bowl of oats and head up to my room and sit and the window seat. I finish up with my breakfast and head back down and wash out the bowl and go to grab the laundry.

It's 8:30 by the time I get back up and I figure since it's quite enough it's a good enough as any time to paint. I lug my kit out of the trunk by my bed and pull a couple of canvases out from there as well.

Pulling the balcony door open I feel a cool breeze hit my face as I set up shop. As I'm mixing my colors I hear my phone ring on my bed.

Me: Hello?
Mom, Dad: Happy birthday Ambikins!
Me: must you call me that guys. I'm seventeen now.
Mom: you're still my little baby. So how are you feeling.
Me: fine mom, just fine
Dad: you don't feel any different?
Me: ugh no?
Max (baby bro, he's five): my turn, my turn, my turn
Dad: max it's on speaker. She can hear you just fine
Me: (giggles) hey Max
Max: amber!! It your birthday!!!
Me: yeah buddy it is!
Max: you not here. So I no get cake.
Me: sorry bud. I'll take you out for some when I get back. How does that sound?
Max: yay!! Okay bye I got cars to race.
Mom: okay sweetie I'll let you go. Remember organic is....
Me: optimum, yeah I know.
Dad: bye sweetie.
Me: bye guys

Hey what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Where I supposed to hunt for organic food here. Forage? Rolling my eyes I head back to my empty canvas and dive into the painting.

Three hours later....

I hear a knock at my door. "Come in!!" There's no way I'm finger painting the door and then cleaning it up.

"Yeah no thanks, just wanted call you down for lunch prep!" Mack yells through the door. I look back at the time and see that it's 11:30. Oh shit.

"Okay cool. Be down after I wash up."

"Fine!" She walks away.

I grab some wet towels I brought it and rub my hand on them and grab the door handle and head to the bathroom. Once I get in I look at the mess I the mirror. God my shirt looks it has more paint on it than my canvas does. I notice some grey paint on my right shoulder where the baggy shirt has slid down a little. I grab a little towelette and hold it under the spout. Once it's wet enough, I rub it against the mark on my shoulder. It's not coming off, so I rub harder.

Okay that's it. I take off my shirt and toss it on the rack behind me and start cupping water in my hands and pouring it on the paint splotch. What is going on? It still won't come off. I turn back to grab the shirt giving up only to stutter to a stop.

What. Is. That. On. My. Shoulder! I turn further to look. lol and behold it isn't paint but a light grey is blue swirly patten of three.

Great. I'm so screwed. I know I argued with my mom about getting a tattoo but there is no way I'm going to be able to explain this. Let alone what it means. I turn back around and look closer into the mirror and see my eyes flash a startling grey as I continue to freak out.

What does it mean anyway? How did I even get this? Did someone or something do this? Is it only me this always happens to?