Riley takes my hand and drags me along and I can't help but think about how nice his skin feels against mine. His chocolate smell was all around me, but Goldie's apple-and-dog smell was a lot stronger. A voice breaks my thoughts and my head snaps up.

"Goldie! Watcha doing!"

I twist around and Riley pulls up next to me. A girl with flame red hair runs up to us. Her dark eyes are playful and flirty, and she's grinning so wide it looks like her face is going to break. Goldie smiles at her.

"Tanya! Playful as ever I see. This is Amber…." She gestures to me with her paw.

Tanya grins.

"I'm Tanya Carita Grace!" She grins even wider and hugs me tight. I wince as she accidently squeezes my bruises and cuts.

"Um… I'm Amberlyn Rose May…."

"OhMiGosh, that is like SO COOL! Hey, howdja get that nasty cut on your face?"

"Which cut are you talking about?" I ask without thinking.

She frowns.

"Watcha mean?"

I blush and look down.

"Um…"

Riley steps in next to me.

"You'll have to be gentle with this one Tanya. Look." He gently lifts up my fringe, which is covering most of my cuts and my blind eye.

She leaps back a little.

"OhMiGosh, like, what happened to your eye? OhMiGosh, Riley's eye is damaged too, like yours only, you know, not as bad!"

She grins at me and I scowl. Riley is standing in front of me though and Tanya doesn't see this. Goldie does though and nudges Riley, who then turns and see's my scowl.

"Uh… Tanya we gotta go…"

"Ok then, bye Riley and Goldie! Seeya later Amberlyn Rose May!" She runs off.

Riley drags me along again.

"Sorry for showing her your scars and stuff…" He whispers gently, "I know you don't like talking about it… Sorry…"

He intertwines his fingers into mine and I blink.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

Riley pulls his hand out of mine and blushes. For some reason I blush too.

Goldie stops outside of a house with a lilac-purple roof. She points to the sign.

"Read this, Amber."

I lean forward.

The sign reads: Teodora's House.

My eyes widen. Could this be my sister's house?

I knock on the door.

"Come in!" A musical voice shouts back.

I pull the door open and find myself face to face with a girl. She has light brown hair and dancing green eyes. She is beautiful. And just like me, she is covered with scars. I can see scars on face, neck and arms.

The scars on her arms are familiar.

I know who this girl is now.

"Teo…" I whisper breathlessly.