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Kamber
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When you have an unusual name, it can do one of several things for you. If you’re super hot, you go nowhere but up. I mean, what’s more desirable than a pretty girl named Brynne or a cute guy named Demetri? On the other hand, if you’re super not then your weird name does nothing but drag you down. At that point you might as well be the proverbial hideous girl named Ulga and walk yourself to the corner with it. Though with me, and maybe this makes me sound vain, I didn’t know which side it hit me hardest from. My head and my heart constantly fought against each other over the matter; my head recalling all of the times I’d heard kids at school saying things to me like “What? Did your mom have a seizure in the middle of trying to name you Amber?” while my heart tried instead to reassure me that the name actually meant something to my mom, and my dad for that matter, which is all that should’ve mattered to me, not the knee-jerk reaction it extracted from people.
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They say every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But mine had two beginnings-two paths that twisted into a single, impossible knot. The first began with a notebook, a flash of gold glitter dropped in a crowded hallway, and a boy who looked like he owned the world. He made me feel wanted. He was thunder-an electric current that set every nerve ending humming. The second began with a single gold earring, the kind of thing you guard with your whole heart, and a boy who looked at me like he'd been waiting his whole life. He was a safe harbor, a steady calm in a world full of noise. I was caught in the middle. I never meant to lead them on, but the longer I stayed confused, the messier it got. Sooner or later, a choice would have to be made. And when it was, I wasn't sure my heart could survive being broken in two.

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