A/N: When I started writing this season two of Andi Mack wasnot out yet so some details of Ambers home lives may be different than the show. If you are reading for Pretty little Liars characters they don't come until later and are only minor characters.
I woke up and ran to the bathroom. I threw up violently. I rested my fingers on my forehead, checking for any traces of a fever. Eehh. I laid my head on the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. Minutes later I heard my mother's hurried footsteps rushing down the hallway.
"Are you alright, darling?'' my mum asked, British accent dripping from her groggy voice.
"I'm alright," I said, standing to brush my teeth, and then cleanse my toothbrush.
"Well, darling, it's like five in the a.m., go back to bed your alarm clock rings," she said, yawning, "we'll see how you feel then."
I nodded and padded to my room. I fell easily into a sleep deep as death and barely heard my alarm ring. But I did. I stood and took a shower, combed my hair and did my makeup. When I stood in front of the mirror to get dressed, my bra was tight. How is that possible? Last week it was a brand new, now it fits like one of my sister's would fit. Ugh. I loosened the clips and shrugged on a halter top and black high waisted shorts. The shorts barely buttoned. When did I get so fat? I asked myself. I lifted my shirt and sure enough, my stomach looked… pudgey. I sighed, laced my combat boots and walked down the stairs. My mum was crossing the opening from the living room to the kitchen, paused in front of me and smiled.
"How are you feeling, darling?" she asked, resting a hand on the staircase banister.
"Ugh Mum! That's so stupid, I have a name! And I feel fine now," I huffed, stomping around her and into the kitchen.
I smelt pancakes right away. And then I smelt bacon. I clamped my hand over my mouth and ran out of the room. I dry heaved into the garbage pail in the living room. Mum came in after me still all British and proper.
"What's the matter, Amber?" she queried, making my name pointed.
"The bacon made me so nauseous," I stated, suddenly crying, mascara cascading over my cheeks.
"Oh darling, it's alright to be emotional during your time of the month," she said, rubbing my back. I shot up, wiping my cheeks as pure terror ripped through me. I thought back to the calendar in my room. The next few days circled in red pen. She was right. It was time for my monthly flow, yet it wasn't here. And in the two years I have had my period I have never been late and I havenever missed a month. Ever. I was panicking now. I excused myself from my mother and ran to my room. I wiped the dried mascara from my checks . I grabbed my phone and dialed Andi. Ever since we established that Jonah and I where only using each other to hide our secrets, she and her posse had actually become my friends. Every once in a while she would still be upset about Jonah but she was eventually able to be happy for him.