The Girl With The Dice Necklace

Chapter 5- A Visit From Amber

     I threw my math textbook into my backpack and shoved my black canvas backpack in my bedroom closet, locking the closet door afterwards. It was the last weekend before Halloween and, most importantly, the only time I had to get my costume together for the Halloween party I was going to. I was tired of spending my weekends doing homoework. And so therefore I was locking my books away for the weekend and deciding to do the homework late the night before they're due.

*Yeah sure! I'll be right over!* Amber texted back only a few short seconds after I had invited her over. I had victoriously won my phone back from those sophomores after throwing my exploding soda at then.

I always wore my necklace. It was a ribbon and a chain, pulled through the middle of a die, which I had drilled a hole through. It was my luck and I always turned it when I needed to make a decision, or have luck, or anything. It was my little charm kept around my neck. And now I spun it as I contemplated whether or not to go to the Halloween Party.

That was one reason I invited Amber over, and of course so we could hang out. I wasn't sure if I should go to the party or not. I mean, I wanted to a lot but I wasn't sure if anyone else would want me to come. I'm not popular or social or friendly or really anything positive like that. I just like dressing up for Halloween and getting to be scary and spooky. And eating carmel apples and pumpkin seeds and trading candy with friends. I don't especially care for dancing or bobbing for apples or anything like that; it's too easy for me to make a fool of myself that way.

I paused my iPod mid-chorus when I heard a decorous knock on my door.

"Hey!" Amber perked when I opened the door to my small second-story bedroom. We greeted each other a bit and I complimented my friend on her new shirt and we hung out and talked a while.

"So...what's up with the Halloween dance at The Warehouse on Friday?" I asked Amber after my new Pierce The Veil album finished playing.

"Wha'da mean? It's gonna be awesome!" Amber answered cheerily.

"Well, I wasn't sure if I should go or not." I said, looking out the window in front of my vintage desk.

"You've got to go! Halloween is your favorite holiday!" She perked again, but in almost a whine.

"Yeah but.... I don't think anyone else wants me there. I'll just get bullies and I can't really dance or anything--"

"Who cares who wants and doesn't want you there?! I want you there! Who knows," Amber nudged me jokingly, yet hard in the ribs. "Maybe there'll be a special someone you meet there." She said in her singy-songy mock of a voice. I rolled my eyes and looked away, blushing. I felt dumb, blushing like that. Blushing like maybe my crazy friend was right. Embarrassed that maybe that was what I wanted