A/N: Heyyy guys! So I haven't been on here in a reeeaallllyyy long time (so sorry!) but I quite doing my other clique fanfiction but now I'm starting this one! I hope you like it! Review please! Disclaimer! I do not own any of the clique characters or anything like that! just amber and the plot are mine!

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Amber

The sun shot through my curtains and made a beeline for my closed eyes. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in pillows. No. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to move. Today was the day my parents were uprooting me from good ole' LA and moving me across the country to Westchester, New York. I didn't want to go to Westchester. From what I've heard, Westchester is home to a bunch of spoiled brats who think they can get away with anything and everything. I guess I'm spoiled too, and have everything I could ever want- but it's not like I'm a brat. I'm thankful for the stuff I have, for my family.

I rolled over, rubbing my eyes. Last night my friends had thrown me a good bye party. We had climbed up to the Hollywood sign and danced on the edge (of course running away before anyone saw us). I reluctantly sat up, looking around at my empty room. It was a huge room. One with ceiling to floor windows running alone one side which provided a wonderful view of our pool. On the left wall were two doors. One leading to my walk-in closet, the other leading to my personal bathroom. The other wall was blank. This had held my desk, laptop, and numerous posters of Justin Bieber, One Direction, and of course, Taylor Swift. Everything about my life here in LA was perfect. And now we were moving to Westchester.

I climbed out of my bed- it was the only thing we hadn't packed up yet- and went out into the foyer. The moving crew was there, finishing up packing. A couple of guys spotted me and motioned for others to follow them to my room to pack up my bed. I grabbed one of my Louis Vuitton suitcases and pulled out an outfit. I decided just to wear Juicy Couture sweats on the plane. I grabbed my make-up bag and quickly applied foundation, eye shadow, mascara, and blush. And a touch of gloss. Finally I packed all of that up and grabbed my Louis Vuitton carry-on and purse.

"Ready, sweetie?" my mom asked, running her thin fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, I guess," I attempted a smile.

She nodded, content and then turned to my father, "Rob, let's get going."

My father nodded and we climbed into a Mercedes which I guess was going to take us to the airport. Half of our stuff had been mailed to our home in Westchester about a month ago and the rest was going to be driven cross country. I felt bad for the guys driving- I mean who wants to just drive for a living? Not me. Of course, I didn't have to worry about that kind of stuff. I already owned my own make-up company. Did I tell you about that?

My company "Royalty" was a make-up company that sold tons of make-up. I had started it when I was fifteen... two years ago. Everyone who was anyone knew who I was. That's why my friends who I was partying with were mostly famous people. Justin Bieber was there, some of One Direction, and much to my joy, so was Taylor Swift. Let's just get this straight right here, right now. I love Taylor Swift. She is my idol. Not my celebrity crush- cuz that would just be weird and that spot is reserved for Taylor Lautner. But I listen to her music constantly and luckily she's one of my good friends. Though that doesn't stop me from asking for her autograph and a pic every time we get together. Though she must think I'm psycho or something.

The guy driving the car drove us out onto the runway and to our private jet. I climbed out of the car, and onto the plane, sunglasses over my eyes, my blonde hair whipping in the wind. Once I was on board I sighed a sigh of relief. I sat in a chair and pulled out my iPhone, sending a quick text to my friend, Isabel. Isabel is my best friend. She's not famous or anything but I just love to be around her.

Amber: heyy chicka! i'm on the plane... off to hell :(

Isabel: awww... ;( I'm gonna miss u soooo much!

Amber: I'm gonna miss you too! Luv ya I g2g now... ttyl

Isabel: bye! 3

I shut off my phone, waiting for take-off. Finally the plane took off and I pulled out my phone and ear buds. I put my ear buds in and listened to music.

Four hours later we landed. I smiled, glad to finally be done with the plane ride.

"Welcome to New York City," the pilot came over the speakers and said. "We are now pulling into JFK."