“You know, I really like the whole Indy scene,” Amber started, lying on a branch just past the floor. At first Rose didn’t catch it; she was extremely busy doing Chemistry homework. Did she say indie with a y? But no, it must have been a trick of the ear.

“Do you have any idea what ‘the whole indy scene’ is?” Rose asked incredulously.

Amber glanced up at Rose. Her pretty features seemed extremely carefree, yet she furrowed her brow and looked hurt. ‘Amber thinks she’s better than everyone else,’ Rose thought, actually believing it was true.