May I present you: the next chapter! :D Told you I would update soon. Be happy. Because I don't think I can ever update so quickly again. I also want to thank Amaris the Demon for coming up with the title of this chapter. And of course everyone who read/favorite/followed this story. Especially shadowxdragon & Amaris the Demon for reviewing. You guys made my day. Reviews really help.

Ember: Let's just move on and read this okay?

Me: Why are you so grumpy?

Ember: Let's just say the memories I have aren't exactly happy ones.

Me: Okay… R&R!


It was, it was September…


"RRRIIIINNNGGG!"

The loud and irritating noise of the school bell sounded through all the classes.

"NO! No, no, no! I can't be late! Not again!"

The sound of the bell was quickly followed by the sound of fast-moving boots against the floor. And just when it stopped a girl burst through the door. The teacher looked up, clearly annoyed. "Ah, look who decided to join us. Amber McLain. Mind to tell us why you were late? Again?"

Amber glared. Every day was the same. Most of the time when she didn't make it into class before the bell this happened. She glared to the teacher.

"Well, are you going to give me a reason for your behavior or not?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

Amber growled. "No."

Her teacher didn't look impressed. "Then I see you in detention, Miss McLain. Please take your seat now."

Amber rolled her eyes. "Whatever." muttered she under her breath. Quickly she sat down, hoping that today would be easy. But of course, her classmates couldn't let this go. "Freak." It was whispered quietly, but Amber heard it anyway. She signed. Stupid girls... Like she cared about their opinion. She growled when her chair got kicked from behind. No way she was gonna turn around. They wouldn't get their fun.

To ignore them better she turned her gaze to the window. It was dark outside, and the wind blew through the trees. Not really the most beautiful day. But he, today was band rehearsal so nothing could ruin her mood. Or at least not entirely.

"Amber!"

Oh crud...

Amber looked away from the window to the angry face of her teacher. "Yes Mr. Lancer?"

"Listen girl, you were already late in class, so if I were you I should pay attention to what I'm saying!"

Giggling was heard around the classroom. She ignored them and focused on Mr. Lancer. "Yes Mr. Lancer, I will." It didn't sound very convincing. But luckily Mr. Lancer turned away. Amber looked down on her books. Why was she even here? Her grades were in the toilet and she didn't have friends is school. Not that she had outside school... Oh wait, she needed to pay attention. Or at least try. One more detention and school would call her parents. And then her problems would be even bigger. So no matter how boring class was, she picked her pencil and started taking notes.

The next class went pretty good, this time no grumpy teachers. Annoying classmates, sure, but there always were annoying classmates.


In lunch-pause she headed to the music-room. Praying that it would be open she turned the handle. Yes! Luck was on her side for one.

Silently she slipped in and closed the door behind her. Then she looked around, all kind of instruments lay on various tables. She walked over to a guitar. It wasn't anywhere near being as cool as her own, but it would do. Picking up her bag she pulled out her notebook. Inside were notes, not normal notes though, music-notes. In history class a song popped into her head. So instead listening to a stupid story about dead people she wrote it down. So what if she failed the test. Adults were all idiots anyway.

Closing her eyes she begun to play. It sounded good until she heard giggling. Her eyes snapped open. And there, by the door stood two girls. They were laughing.

"Oh my god, do you hear that? She really thinks she can play! It's just too funny!"

Amber glared at them. If something got her angry it was mocking her music. She messed up school and sucked in a lot of things but her music was good. "Hey you! Yeah you! Get your butts out of here before I make ya!"

They looked up. "What makes you think you can?"

Amber glared at them, her green eyes darkening. If looks could kill the girls would have been nothing but a pile of smoking ashes by now.

"I'll show you what makes me think I can!" Amber said, slowly standing up. She jumped down and walked straight towards them. For a few moments they stood their ground. But when Amber clutched her hands into fists their eyes widened and with a last glare and a few words such as 'freak' muttered under their breath they left. A smirk crept on Amber's face. Stupid cheerleaders. All they could do was manipulate boys. Maybe they thought that they were everything, but Amber knew better. Shallow bitches. If they ever had the nerve to say anything about her music again just because they didn't like her she would get them.

Amber turned around, picked up the guitar and placed it back with the other instruments. Quickly she gathered her stuff and slipped out of the music room. On her way to second period she passed the football players of her school. She rolled her eyes when she saw the same girls standing in the middle of the group. Of course, just what she needed, more rumors about her. Like she wasn't already the most unpopular kid at school. Idiots, they didn't get it. She was sick of this stupid town, all those stupid adults saying her what to do and all those childish teenagers at her school. They judged her for her looks, her idea's, her way of life. She hated them all. Nobody understood her. Not here. This goddamn town was too small and too traditional.

If you asked her, it needed a revolution. Just like in the big cities. She wanted to be free to live her own life and make her own decisions. And most of all, she wanted to be a rock star.

One of the football players noticed her and his eyes met hers. They were dark brown. So dark they were almost black. Amber hadn't seen him before. His eyes seemed to burn into her very soul. And suddenly, without warning she felt her cheeks heating up. Unable to tear her eyes away she just kept staring.

And crashed full into another student.

"BAM!"

The force knocked her back making her trip and send her crashing into the floor. Laughter filled the halls. Amber crawled back up, red like fire. Without looking back she ran away. She found a bathroom and hide there until she heard the bell. Groaning she took one last look in the mirror to make sure she looked normal and she shot of to second period. She didn't want to risk another detention. When she stepped into the classroom she could feel the stares on her back. The silence made clear what they were talking about before she came in. She ignored them, slung her backpack on the table and stared down. She just had to stay alive until tonight. Rehearsal started at 8.