Amber's POV
I sat in my seat, my arms crosses together. I felt like crying. I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs. I felt like throwing my sister and brother out the window. Wait, I felt like doing that to them all the time... My ear phones were attached to my ears now, sence I've had them on and refused to take them off for 8 hours now.
"Amber, could you hand me the-" I cut Sammy, my sister, off.
"Whatever it is, no!" I shot back, not even turning towards her.
"Why not?!" She asked, whining.
"Sammy stop whining" My mother, Charlina, said, reading a magizine.
"Buuuuuut, Amber won't hand me the chips!" Sammy cried, trying to reach across me and Don-Don, my brother.
Don-Don quickly pushed her hands away, thinking she might mess up the game he was playing.
"Hey!" She screeched.
"Uh! Fine! Here's your stupid chips!" I yelled over the music that was blasting in my ear and throw her the bag of chips.
"Thank you" Sammy grinned, munching on the chips happily, swinging her legs back and forth with as much space as she had for her skinny little legs. This was another reason why I hated being in the car so long! I sighed slitly to my self, knowing no one would hear me.
'Why did we have to move here again?' I thought, sadness forming in my eyes again.
"Amber, stop pouting. You're going to love it here in WhoVille" mom said, smiling. She said this about 5 thousand times while we were driving here. I didn't answer, I didn't really hear her. I was still staring out the window, like I did the whole time. I still had the music blaring, like I did the whole time. I would have read one of my books, but I couldn't do that, I get motion sickness. I looked out at all the nicely colored houses and cars. Some had grasses with flowers growing out on the roof, some had little kids playing on it. I remembered the first time I was told we were moving.
"This place is full of colors and fun! You three are going to love it there" my mom said back then.
"And it has better work!" My step-dad, Ginni, put in.
"Oh oh! I love moving" Sammy cheered, a big smile across her face.
"I thought you said we weren't moving again?" I asked, hoping this was a practical joke.
"I know sweaty, but Ginni got a better job opportunity" mother tried to explain, the same grin on Sammy face on hers.
"Oh, look we're here!" My mother yelled, pointing to the brightly colored red, yellow, and green house. I stared at it, like it might eat me any minute. Sammy leaped out of the car and ran inside, her hands in the air. Don-Don quickly saved his game and hopped out of the car, grabbing his bag and running inside. I wanted to stay in the car forever, hoping that this was a bad dream or maybe my mother would drive us back to Who Spring, but it soon got really hot in the car and I had to get out. I got out slowing, sighing at every step I took. I lifted up my suitcase and walked into the house. It was bigger then I thought, making hate this place alittle less.
"Honey, your room is in the back of the house" Mom yelled from the kitchen, noticing that I was confused. I nodded sadly, not even turning to look at her.
"Thanks" I murmured, walking to the back of the house. Finally I opened a door that had an empty room in it, except for a couple of things.
I dropped my bag on the un-made bed and leaped on it, laying on my belly. I stared out the window, depressed. I felt lonely, which I hated. Whenever I felt lonely, I wanted to cry. I missed my friends the most of all, especially Rowg. Rowg was my best who friend in the whole world, or speck we lived on. I jumped off of the bed, grabbing the backpack and dumping it. I jabbed a couple of things, looking for my books.
"Where's my books?" I asked my self, scrabbling around for it. I looked in the whole pile, but found nothing that was anything like a book.
'I bet Sammy took them!' I shouted in my head, stomping out of my room. I banged on her door, anger through my vains.
"Who is it?" Sammy half sang, half said.
"Me!" I said, annoyed.
"Me who?"
"You know perfectly well who!"
"Maaayyybbbee"
"SAMMY!"
"Ok, ok. You don't need to yell".
A small blonde who opened the door, grinning. I walked in, looking around, trying to figure out where she hide my books.
"What do you want?" Sammy asked, yawning.
"Where did you hide my books?" I asked, picking up some stuff, then quickly throw it back down.
"I didn't take your stupid books, now get out. I'm tired, I'm going to bed." She pushed me out the door and slammed the door before I could charge back in. I huffed and stormed back to my bedroom.
'I hate this place! I have no friends, no books...What's next no music?!' I screamed in my head and I jumped into my bed.
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I throw pillow at the window, hoping it would shut off the music. When that didn't work, I almost screamed. I figured if no one could hear the loud ringing, then how could they hear me screaming.
"Ok, I like music and all. But not 1 in the fricken morning!" I whispered angrily.But I must admit, the music had a catching tune to it. I sighed, picking up my pillow from the ground and hopping back into bed. I was actually tuned to sleep by the music right after I snuggled back into my bed.
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"AMBER! TIME TO WAKE UP!" Charlina yelled, knocking on my bedroom door. I let a "Uhhhh" and got out of bed. I looked at the clock on my wall, it read 7:30 A.M. I quickly changed into my clothes and walked out of my bedroom and went searching for the kitchen. After about 5 minutes of searching, I finally found.
"How come it took you so long to get out here honey?" Mother asked, making breakfast.
"I forgot where the kitchen is" I admitted, rubbing the back of my head. I noticed that I was
somewhat back to my optimistic aditude.
"Here you go!" My mom handed me an omlet, knowing how to make my favorite.
"Thanks" I smiled, hoping this was an omen of having a good first day.
"So, what time are you dropping me off at school?" I asked, smiling after I was done with breakfast, my mom rarely makes a breakfast on Mondays.
"Who said anything about giving you a ride to school?" Ginni asked, flipping through his Whopaper.
"What?" I whined, not liking what I was hearing.
"You're walking to you school, just like in Middle School" Mother said, smiling.
"And you better start walking, school starts in 15 minutes and it's about a 20 minute walk" Ginni said. I huffed and grabbed my backpack, heading out of the front door, which wasn't that hard to find since it was next to the kitchen.
I yawned while walking, not noticing that I was getting looks from other young teenage who's.
"Who's the new who?" some whispered. I didn't notice this, since I was still half asleep. I walked through the halls of WhoVille High, glancing every other way, wanting to find the front office faster. A girl with bright pink hair in a really high pony tail grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Who are you?" the girl asked, her face in a twisted smile. I wanted to punch her for grabbing me, I wasn't in the mood but I held back.
"Amber" I answered, glaring at the pink haired girl. She had two other friends with her. One having night black hair, it was straight and all the way down to her ackles. Her other friend had fire red hair and was pinned up into a fan like shape on the back of her head.
"Amber? Pff! What a weird name" the fire head girl laughed, the other girls giggled as well. I glared hard at her, wanting to slug on her button noise. I walked away from them fast when pinky loosed her grip on me. They didn't seem to notice that I left, but I could tell my face was hot with embarrassment and furry.
I finally found the front office, of course it was in the back of the school even though it was the front office.
"Oh, hello! You must be Amber Rosie Lee Maklydree!" An older who smiled, getting up from her desk.
"Wow, that's a mouth full to say!" She laughed. On the name tag it said Mrs. Laberhongo, which I thought was a bigger mouth full then my name. She had her blonde hair put up in a bun, with strands of hair coming out everywhere.
"Welcome to WhoVille High! I'm hoping you find everything perfect here!" She smiled friendly, giving me a somewhat homey feeling but it went away when I thought of those girls again.
Mrs. Laberhongo finally gave me my schedule for my classes, but the bad thing was; I couldn't read a single thing she scribbled. Instead of giving me a typed schedule, the printer was down, she wrote out my schedule. I turned it up side down, side to side, even looked on the back to see if I could read even a letter of her handwriting.
"Oh crap! I'm going to be late on my first day" I mumbled to my self, looking at the numbers and letters on the doors, seeing if they matched the scribbles.
"Uhhh!" I whined, giving up. But right then I bumped straight into someone, knocking me, and the who, to the ground.
"Oh! I'm sorry" I freaked, picking up my schedule, and books, and getting off the ground. Only when I offered my hand to the who is when I looked at him. He was short, having black hair, with mostly black clothes. He stared at me wide eyed. He studied me hand, probably thinking if I wanted to hurt him then I would have hurt him already, and took my hand. After he stood off and brushed him self off is when I noticed how short he was. I usually didn't care if people were shorter then me, I've mostly been a tall who, but I wasn't in such a great mood at the time. Whenever I get moody, I take it out on others, but I keep it to my self.
'Wow, what a short kid' I thought, staring at him. He started to walk off when I came out of my trance.
"Hey! What a minute! Can you help me find my class, I'm new here..." He stared at me, which I didn't really like, he could have said something.
"Uh, do can you read this. I'm can't..." I gave the who my list of classes. He looked at it and pointed to the room only a few doors down. He handed it back to me and quickly walked to other direction. I quickly learned why he was in such a big hurry: the bell rang right after he left. I walked into my first period, late of course, but got here non-the-less.
I looked around, clutching my books to my chest. I walked to an emty seat at the front of the class, since all the seats in the back were taken. I noticed that the teacher wasn't even here yet. Everyone in the room, besides me and a few others, was throwing paper air planes and blimps around the room, making as much noise as possible. The girls in the back, which I noticed the pink haired girl right away, were chatting among themselves, giggling and pointing at some of the jocks in the room. The boys were bouncing around, aiming for random places to throw things, spitballs, blimps, paperballs.
I looked up at the board, which had, in big letters, WHOGRAPHY. I looked at my schedule, seeing somewhat of a resimblance.
'I see it, I see it. Wait, nope, lost it again.' I couldn't see the resimblance anymore. Just then, the door banged open and a scrawny man came stumbling in. He had a big stack of books, trying to balance in his arms. He turned to the left, then right to keep balance with the books and him. Finally he dropped the books to his desk. All the who's were now in their seats, now only whispering to one another.
"Welcome class, to another semester." The teacher said, scribbling on the board. I left Spring High in the middle of the semester, so I'm not surprised that I came right when they have their semester. He wrote MR. BOPPERULI in big letters.
'How am I suppose to pronounce that?' I thought, confused. He pressed his glasses to his face and picked up his clip board.
"Oh, it's looks like we have a new student" said Mr. Bopperuli, looking around the room until he stopped at me.
"Welcome to WhoVille High. Please stand up and introduce your self" He demanded, stumbling with his papers and placed them uneatly in a pile.
'Urg! Why must teachers do this to me?!' I thought, not wanting to get up infront of class and explain things to them, half of them didn't even look like they would understand anything I would say.
"Oh, come now! Don't be so shy" he frowned, not wanting to be here just like me. My face flushed, regretting not putting up a fight to come to this stupid town. I stumbled a bit while getting out of my seat, which some kids near me giggled. I gritted my teeth, my face turning darker.
"Uh, my names A-Amber." I quickly sat back down, not caring if that wasn't enough to say.
"Well, very good. Let's all give a good clap for Amber" The teacher said, clapping his hands. A few students clapped but just barely. I wanted to sink more into my chair then I already was, I hated this teacher, he was cruel!
Just then I felt something hit the back of me head, into my curly hair. I wrapped my hair around, un-knotted my hair around the paperball someone hit me with. I opened it and in big read letters it said, Go back to where you came from loser. I twirled around, looking around to see who hit me with this. When I looked at the pink haired girl from earlier, she was smiling at me, then evil, wicked smile. I glared at her, my hardest. She winked at me, which made me even more anger. I turned around, my hands clutched. The rest of first period wasn't so bad, the teacher talked right through it, even if no one was listening. I just doodled on my schedule, bored out my skull. No one pestered me for the rest of first period either, which was good.
I grabbed my things and ran out the door as soon as the bell rang. But once I was out of the door I was pulled to the side by Chika, the pink haired girl, I learned it in class while Mr. Bopperuli was taking role call.
"So I see you got my message?" she sneered, grinning from ear to ear. She reminded me of a girl named Aja in my old school, except Aja had blonde hair and fur and I actually had friends to stand up for me at my old school.
"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed, not wanting to deal with her at the moment, I held back a punch.
"Awe, did I hurt your feelings or something?" she put on a fake puppy dog face. I rolled my eyes, I hadn't a clue what she was talking about.
"I really don't know what your talking about. Now if you don't mind I have to get to my next class" I pushed her arm away from my shoulder and walked away.
"Did you hear that Amy, she has to get to class?" Chika laughed. Amy, who was the girl with the fire red hair, laughed also, snorting. My face was red, completely red. I hated girls like them, I wanted to attack them. They didn't make things any easier at this school. The beginning of the song, Once Upon A Broken Heart, popped into my head.
'Except, I won't get my fairy tail' I thought, sighing. When I finally looked up from the tile ground, not a who in sight.
"I'm late again?" I asked my self. I looked real close to my schedule and actually say something I could read but just barely. I walked quickly to room 12949, which was Creative Learning. I opened the door slowly, not wanting people on the other end to stare at me. When I finally walked in, to my un-surprise, everyone was looking at me. I blushed, gritting my teeth.
"Oh! Hello! You must be Amber Rosie Lee Maklydree! Come come, sit down next to Jojo" The teacher pointed to the seat next to the kid I ran into before. I glided over to my seat, hoping the stares will stop. The teacher had light blue hair, curly just like mine, except that her's was like in a moose like shape. She had fur to match her hair. She seemed to have a spunky ara, which I liked a lot.
"Welcome everyone back from your Vacations! I can't wait to see what new ideas you have for this years creative writing class!" The teacher cheered.
"I'm Mrs. Valca by the way Amber" she smiled at me, which made me feel a lot more comfortable then I ever felt at this school, well besides in the front office.
"Ok, get ready, get set, go!" Mrs. Valca waved her hands in the air, pretending to wave a flag in her hands. Everyone in class either started to write or draw or sing or something. I stared at all of them like they have all gone insane. I turned back around to see if Mrs. Valca was out ranged by this but she was just smiling and humming to her self, sitting at her desk. I walked up to her desk, suddening feeling shy for some reason.
"Uh, Mrs. Valca?" I asked.
"Hm?" she looked at me, grinning.
"Uh, what am I suppose to do?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh dear lord! Haven't you ever been in a Creative Learning class?" She asked, shocked, which didn't help me blushing.
"I have, but we took notes and things."
"Well, I don't intend to teach that way. How did you learn how to have fun?" she laughed.
"So...Could I just write a story?" I asked.
"Of course, of course! Now, go let your imagination wonder" she waved me away while I got out a piece of paper and started writing.
After about 20 minutes, I dropped my pencil and took a look at my work. Unfortunatly, I didn't think writing a fanfiction would be good for school, so I wrote a Vampire story instead. I looked at the clock, 20 minutes until this class was over. I looked around the room to see what everyone else was doing. Some people were writing stories, others were painting and drawing giant pictures, and others were acting and singing like there was no tomorrow. I finally looked at the who next to me, Jojo. He was drawing something, but I couldn't quite see what it was I leaned over to see but I still couldn't. I should have just asked him or scuted my chair closer or something but I just keeped on leaning until I feel straight out my chair. I got a couple of looks and laughs but other then that I was fine. My face was red again though.
"You ok?" Jojo asked, as he helped me up. I was a bit surprised, one he talked, and two, he helped me up.
"Heh, I'm fine. Sorry" I quickly sat up my chair and sat back in it. I didn't even try to see what he was drawing after that fall.
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I walked home, slouching as I walked. Today hadn't been so good after Creative Learning class. I had Gym with Chika, Amy, and Pippo, the girl with the long black hair. We played doudge ball in Gym today, and lets just say I got hit a lot. I also had another class with the Jojo who, which for some reason made me a bit happier. I finally walked through the door of my new house. I was sweating from the bright sun beating down on me.
"Sweety! How was your day at school?" My mother asked, smiling.
"Fun" I lied, putting on a fake smile. She took it as the truth, so I walked into my room. I dropped my backpack as soon I was in my room and hopped on to my bed, laying no my stomech, just as I had the first time I got in here. The home phone started ringing but I didn't care, I knew either Sammy or Don-Don would pick it up.
"AMBER! PHONE FOR YOU!" Sammy screamed. I slumped over to where my phone was in my room.
"Hello?" I asked in a tired voice.
"Amber? Is that you?" the voice asked. My eyes opened immeditly, noticing the voice.
"ROWG?!" I almost screamed. She laughed on the other end.
"Of course! Did you think I would never call or something?"
"No, I just have been having a bad day. I didn't think anything good would come out of this day"
"Oh, well, then you're wrong."
"Why? Because I get to talk to you?" I laughed. Wow. It felt good to laugh again.
"Nope. Come outside your front door"
"Uh, ok? I'll be right back" I put the phone on my bed and rushed out of my room and out the front door.
When I got out their, I thought I finally lost it. I thought that I cracked from being so lonly. Rowg Ikimono Ongaku, my best friend in the world, was standing right infront of me. I was never the person to go preppy on people but when I'm happy I can't help it.
"OH MY GOD! ROWG?! Is that really you?!" I yelled, running up to her to hug her. She laughed and hugged back.
"Yep, it's me in the flesh!" She smiled.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I moved here"
"What?! Really?! How?"
"Well I told my parents on how you were moving here and I begged every second I was with them.
And I showed them how awesome WhoVille is. They finally agreed to move here" She smiled. I hugged her again, I missed having a friend with me.
"I missed you so much Rowg"
"I missed you too Onee-Chan." Me and Rowg have always been big Japanese people, so Onee-Chan means big sister, sence I always was a big sister to her.
"Oh and I brought you something you left at my house." Rowg grabbed a couple of things from her bag. She handed me my books, all of them.
"I've been looking them ever sence I got here" I cheered and grabbed my books.
"Let me guess, you blamed Sammy again?" Rowg asked.
"Maaaayyyybbbbeee" I stuck my tough out. Rowg laughed.