An average teenage girl walked down an average hallway, at a normal average high school...
Yeah, average, that's exactly what Amber wasn't. She was short, with even shorter bright, borderline blinding, pink hair which was spiked slightly in the front. This was a new school to her, the 6th new one to her in a single school year. Her parents had jobs that recuired them to move alot, but never this much before.
Amber avoided the looks and stares of her new "friends" while walking down the extremly packed hall towards and into the main office. She found an epmty seat and sat down while she waited for the office people to get less busy with the office-y stuff that they had to do. Amber looked around and saw three other kids that were in there for different reasons.
In her mind she gave each a tittle. Kid one looked as though he been slamed into his locker, his face was swollen and semi-bloody. He was also holding a pair of broken black rimmed "emo" glasses. Amber felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor boy, she had her share of beaten up freshman/geeks in her other schools.
The second kid she saw looked as though she wanted to be in the office helping the office ladys. She ran around with a smile on her face, handing things to different people. In her old schools; those kids usally were the ones who were on high honners, had alot of study halls or independant studies. Everytime Amber saw one she wanted to shake them and scream: "Wake up and smell the real world!!"
Amber rolled her eyes at the first two then saw the third kid in all his glory, it looked liked the type of person she would be friends with; or was with in the other schools she attended. His plain black sweatshirt's hood was covering his face so she really couldn't get a good look at his face. But the clothes that he was wearing made her envy him. His pants were black with blue seams covered in chains and straps, typical bondage pants. Even his plain black sweatshirt had dull square spikes along both arms and around the hoody. Amber made a mental note to locate him after getting out of the office.
"Exuse me miss, can I help you with something?" A little old receptionist asked Amber, shaking her both out of her dream world and out of her seat.
"Uhhh...Yeah." Amber replied while taking out a piece of paper. "I'm the new transfer student from Minnasota. My name's Amber Smith, I was told that I could get my stuff here." A smile spread across her face, though inside she wanted to scowel, it wasn't her style to be nice. She felt sorry for the old lady having to put up with dis-respectful teenages all day, so Amber thought she deserved a little of it.
Old Lady, which is what Amber knick named her as, thought for a second. Her glasses sat on the ridge of her nose, while her brow was set in: Think mode. "Ah yes, here." She said after a few seconds while handing Amber a very large manilla envople full of everything she needed to survive acedemicly in the new school.
Amber sat back down in her empty seat while opening one of the many packets she pulled out, to a page with only one thing writtin on it. The number, 38,951.
Yeah, average, that's exactly what Amber wasn't. She was short, with even shorter bright, borderline blinding, pink hair which was spiked slightly in the front. This was a new school to her, the 6th new one to her in a single school year. Her parents had jobs that recuired them to move alot, but never this much before.
Amber avoided the looks and stares of her new "friends" while walking down the extremly packed hall towards and into the main office. She found an epmty seat and sat down while she waited for the office people to get less busy with the office-y stuff that they had to do. Amber looked around and saw three other kids that were in there for different reasons.
In her mind she gave each a tittle. Kid one looked as though he been slamed into his locker, his face was swollen and semi-bloody. He was also holding a pair of broken black rimmed "emo" glasses. Amber felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor boy, she had her share of beaten up freshman/geeks in her other schools.
The second kid she saw looked as though she wanted to be in the office helping the office ladys. She ran around with a smile on her face, handing things to different people. In her old schools; those kids usally were the ones who were on high honners, had alot of study halls or independant studies. Everytime Amber saw one she wanted to shake them and scream: "Wake up and smell the real world!!"
Amber rolled her eyes at the first two then saw the third kid in all his glory, it looked liked the type of person she would be friends with; or was with in the other schools she attended. His plain black sweatshirt's hood was covering his face so she really couldn't get a good look at his face. But the clothes that he was wearing made her envy him. His pants were black with blue seams covered in chains and straps, typical bondage pants. Even his plain black sweatshirt had dull square spikes along both arms and around the hoody. Amber made a mental note to locate him after getting out of the office.
"Exuse me miss, can I help you with something?" A little old receptionist asked Amber, shaking her both out of her dream world and out of her seat.
"Uhhh...Yeah." Amber replied while taking out a piece of paper. "I'm the new transfer student from Minnasota. My name's Amber Smith, I was told that I could get my stuff here." A smile spread across her face, though inside she wanted to scowel, it wasn't her style to be nice. She felt sorry for the old lady having to put up with dis-respectful teenages all day, so Amber thought she deserved a little of it.
Old Lady, which is what Amber knick named her as, thought for a second. Her glasses sat on the ridge of her nose, while her brow was set in: Think mode. "Ah yes, here." She said after a few seconds while handing Amber a very large manilla envople full of everything she needed to survive acedemicly in the new school.
Amber sat back down in her empty seat while opening one of the many packets she pulled out, to a page with only one thing writtin on it. The number, 38,951.
