Hi Carly Shay, iAm Amber
The world was dark. I felt it swirling around me in an array of dark and depressing sadness. I forgot about Janet's party next week, I forgot about my report due tomorrow that I haven't even started, I forgot about everything and focused on this new obstacle; me, Amber Cencyl, a native Bostonian, was moving to Seattle, Washington.
My dad was already out there, on a "business trip", he had told us a week ago, but I had the feeling he was shopping on the real estate market out there. My older sister has been watching me for the past week, and I'm pretty sure she knew about the entire thing, and just decided not to tell me.
She's done with high school and is going to Seattle University. You would think she'd be angry my dad and I are following her out there, but she's not. She's been practically my mother since my real mom died and she's a total goody-goody.
Dad's coming back home tomorrow to help us pack and we are moving in two weeks.
Those two weeks didn't turn out to be fun. It was hard to tell all my friends that I wouldn't be returning after summer vacation. My friends, Sasha, Janet, Francesca, Whitney, Kris, Toby, and Greg, threw me a big going away party, and invited practically the entire school. At the end of it Janet cried. Almost my entire family lived in Washington, so there was almost no one else to say goodbye to. The only other person I had to say goodbye to was my neighbor Brian, who's been like a brother to me since I moved to Boston..
The next day, we left at 7:00am to catch a plane at Logan airport. Janet and Sasha were there, and they both burst into hysterics when my flight was called to board. I cried a lot too. We exchanged emails again, confirmed cell phone numbers and Sasha pulled out three friendship rings with our symbols on them; disco ball for Sasha because she's always up for a party, a skull with heart eyes for Janet to show how bad she is, and the hearts to represent the fact we know there is some good in her, and a four leaf clover for me, to remind me how lucky I am to have such great friends. Then, we parted, and I was on my way to a whole new world.
My dad met my sister and me at the airport in Seattle, and we journeyed to the land of luggage to find my many belongings. I was at least happy to have my most prized possession with me; my guitar. I am a natural musician if I do say so my self. Anyway, my dad was shipping the less important stuff to our apartment, which he did a week ago, so it should be there when we get there. We got into his Lexus and began our voyage through downtown Seattle at 8:30pm, on our way to Bushwell Apartments.
Our apartment was on the fourth floor, and it was rather spacious. Everyone had their own room, well except my sister, who is leaving for college in a week. I instantly decorated my room, and my dad said that the loft could be my new hangout. I put some of my cool futons, bean bag chairs, disco ball, and a gumball machine in there. It was officially Amberfied. I felt like this house was mine.
My dad would start working as the vice-president at the Seattle headquarters of whatever business he worked for tomorrow. He was the VP at Boston's headquarters too, so he got transferred I guess. He told me he would be working from 7 o'clock am to 9 o'clock pm, so I would basically have the house to myself and various new friends I might possibly make. Anyway, I was excited for school to start for me in two weeks.
Dad and Rachel (my sister) left our new apartment bright an early the next day, and I decided to explore the new apartment building. I ventured down to the lobby where I met the most obnoxious person in the world for the first time.
"Excuse me, uh, sir." I said to the doorman curiously.
"He looked up at me and smiled gently. And then I saw it. The biggest most disgusting thing I have ever seen; a wart. A wart the size of my eye.
"What is it, sweetie?" He said slyly.
"Um, are there any kids in this apartment about my age?"
"YES! AND I HATE THEM! I HATE ALL OF YOU! EHHHHHHH!!!!!"He threw the phone at floor, grabbed the coffee I was holding and stormed into the room behind him.
"Okay…." I said aloud.
"Oh, I see you've met Lewbert."
I spun around to face the source of the voice. A brown eyed girl about the same height as me was standing there with a smirk on her face and a blonde girl that reminded me of Janet, and a boy with brown hair that was the cutest thing since I last saw Toby Maguire. But I had to resist it. I couldn't fall for him. Not again.
"You'll get used to him. Just don't talk to him and you'll get by," the brown haired girl grinned, "Are you new here?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm on the fourth floor."
"Well welcome to the complex!" said the boy cheerily. I stared at him, and stared at him, and he stared back with the same expression on his face. I knew what it was, too, even though I had only seen it once before; it was love at first sight. I did everything in my power not to be too obvious. I couldn't. I couldn't love again. I had forbidden myself to, and for good reason.
"Do you have anything to drink?" said the blonde girl popping into the conversation.
"I used to, until that weirdo of a doorman took my coffee."
"Don't mind her." whispered the boy.
"It's okay, she reminds me of a friend back home." I said fondly.
"Well good! Because now I don't have to pretend to be some goody-goody prissy pants when I'm around you! You got a name?" questioned the blonde girl.
"Yeah, I'm Amber Cencyl, fresh out of Boston."
"I'm Carly, this is Freddie, and the thirsty one is Sam," said the girl named Carly, "and speaking of Sam, where did she go?"
We turned and heard a sharp yelp coming from the Lewbert infested room.
"Help! That's my coffee! Give it back!" We could hear Lewbert shouting. Suddenly, Sam bursted out of the door with my coffee in hand.
"Let's go!" She said running towards the elevator trying not to spill her new prize. We followed her to the elevator just before Lewbert emerged from his Lewbe-cave. The doors shut. I looked over at Carly and saw her grinning and Freddie shaking his head as Sam gulped down my coffee.
"So," I said trying to start a conversation," that Lewbert guy, uh, what is exactly wrong with him?"
Freddie turned to me. "Some say he got all crazy when that wart appeared on his face, others say he was dropped on his head when he was a baby. No one actually knows"
"But the best part," Sam began to say, finally coming up for air, "is that he is the easiest guy in the world to pull pranks on!"
"Sam, do you remember what happened last time we did that?"
"It wasn't a big deal!"
"We broke at least four bones, injured his knee, and blew his wart clean of his face!"
"You did what?" I asked in shock, as the elevator stopped at the third floor, apparently where both Carly and Freddie lived. We began walking down the hallway in the direction of someone's room.
"It' a segment on our web show, iCarly called 'Messin' With Lewbert'."
"iCarly? My friend Sasha has watched every episode! She talked about it so much I decided not to watch it just because she'd narrate the entire thing every Friday morning at school."
"Well, you should come check it out sometime," Freddie said, as my heart leaped, "we're actually starting the show and you could sit-"
"-in the Seat of Sitting?" I said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but only if it's okay with you guys." Freddie turned to Sam and Carly.
Carly spoke up and said," Sure, we haven't had a live audience in a while. Do you have any special talents? We've been trying to figure out something to do for the last 5 minutes of the show, and now that you're here-"
"-we can make her totally uncomfortable by putting her in center spotlight even though we just met her?" Sam said, and everyone stared at her, Freddie glaring (yay)!
Sam shrugged in approval as Carly turned and walked right into her apartment. And Sam bran right to the fridge.
"So special talents," Freddie began, "you got any?"
"Not really, the only thing I'm good at is playing guitar, but I'm not to fabulous at singing."
Carly butt in and said, "I'll sing with you! I've always wanted to sing on the web show, but not solo. Sam and Freddie won't sing."
"Okay, I'm in!"
I looked around Carly's apartment and saw colors and sculptures and art everywhere. Other than that it was just like my apartment, except cooler and didn't have boxes lying all over the place.
"You're an artist?"
"No," Carly said placing her bag down," that's my brother, who incidentally isn't here right now…" She looked around curiously. She then picked up the phone and began to dial.
"Hey, do you want to come see the studio where we do iCarly?" Asked the most incredibly sweet, cute and best smiling boy in the world even that I only met him five minutes ago, and couldn't fall for.
"Sure," I said, trying not to sound too nervous. He leaded me to the stairs and we began our journey upward. We stepped into the loft.
"So, do you like it here in Seattle?"
"I guess so," I said looking around curiously and advancing forward," the only downside is that I had to give up my season tickets for the Red Sox, but now the people I gave them to send me the tickets the get for Mariners games."
I turned around to look him in the eye, but he made a sudden movement toward me, and placed his lips on mine and kissed me. Little did I know Sam and Carly were standing in the doorway watching.
Carly felt relieved that Freddie had finally gotten over her, but nervous that Freddie and Amber would act like Sam and Jonah did in the.
Sam felt a secret pang of jealousy tried to not show it in her face.
And Amber was holding back a secret that would lead to destruction.
I pushed Freddie away, stood back, sniffled, then burst into tears and ran by Carly and Sam all the way to my room that I didn't tell them the number of.
My dad wasn't home, nor was my sister, so I proceeded to the bathroom where I locked the door, sat down and continued crying.
I could tell them, I thought, No I shouldn't, I couldn't!
I wanted to tell them, but they wouldn't understand. No one does. Not even my own sister. I grabbed my razor, stuck it to my wrist, and pushed until my pain and suffering came out of me in a red liquid form. Back to my old habits again. And that's not the half of it. Wait until they hear why.