Some might say that money burned a hole in her pocket, but Amy didn't care. After her father had given her as much money as he had the night before, she simply had to spend it. After all, there were a few things she had seen at the mall that she just had to get. As spoiled as she had grown up to be, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit guilty asking Christian for money. Of course he had told her it was all right, but there was still a nagging feeling inside of her. Maybe if she had a job, she wouldn't feel so dependent on other people for cash. What am I going to do with myself? She asked herself, pulling into the large parking structure for Aventura Mall. A shopping center located just a couple blocks away from the McNamara/Troy offices.
If she felt retched asking for money from her father now, what would happen in the future? She shuddered to think about their first big father/daughter fight. There were undoubtedly going to be squabbles between them. Maybe even more than once. Recalling back to their trip to Dade County, she considered that incident foreshadowing future events. Then again, they were both bitter at the time because they refused to believe the truth looming over their heads. Still, she prayed that their fights would not escalate to the violent ones with her adoptive father. She bit down on her bottom lip, holding back the tears already welling up in her eyes. Stop thinking about this! You're going to drive yourself crazy. Christian wouldn't do that. Would he? She shook the thought out of her mind, and put her focus on finding a convenient parking space.
A moment later, she was exiting her car and striding towards the JCPenney entrance. A day of shopping by herself would do her some good. It would take her mind off of everything for a while. Still, she couldn't help but wish that Courtney could join her. At least then she'd have someone to vent to about her troubles. A scoff escaped her lips, as she yanked open the glass door of the department store and stepped inside. She's probably too busy with Matt to give a shit about my problems anymore. There was no point in bothering with her friends once they got a boyfriend. It had happened before and it would happen again. Ultimately, she would end up becoming the third wheel and come second in her best friend's life. It infuriated her, but then again, what could she do about it?
Her eyes shifted from right to left, assessing her surroundings as she passed through the store towards the opening of the mall. She didn't take much interest in the merchandise. She was more interested in the trendy boutiques such as: Abercrombie & Fitch, Guess, and Forever 21. She stepped out into the main plaza. The song "Once Again" by Frankie Jordan echoed throughout the extensive shopping center over unseen speakers. Amy urged the strap of her purse higher on her shoulder, and began strolling down the line of stores.
About an hour later, she had already explored the first half of the lower level of the mall and picked up a few things on her way. On her venture, she had acquired a magazine and movie T-Shirt from Suncoast Motion Picture Company, some perfume and a pair of sunglasses from Claire's Boutique, and a pair of jeans and a couple trendy T-Shirts from Abercrombie & Fitch. She wasn't even bothering to check how much money she had left, but she was sure she had spent over a hundred bucks by now. Stepping out of Abercrombie, she turned her head and saw Victoria's Secret to her left. She hesitated before finally stepping inside. Yeah right, like I'm ever going to get a chance to show my underwear to anyone. She rolled her eyes as she began perusing the racks of under garments.
"Amy?"
Amy's brows furrowed inquisitively at the familiar voice. She averted her attention away from a rack of pink lace bras, and turned her head in the direction of the voice. In the next moment, she came face to face with a tall and curvaceous blonde. The same "Marilyn-Monroe-wannabe" she had met in Christian's office the day before. Although she remembered her face, she seemed to have forgotten her name. "Uh…?" She didn't know what to say. Her forehead wrinkled in thought, trying to recall her name.
The woman placed a hand on her heart, stepping towards her. Her blonde curls bouncing as she did so. "Kimber. Kimber Henry. We met yesterday, in Christian's office?"
"Oh! Right. Kimber." She sighed softly. "Sorry. I've never been good at remembering names." Probably a trait she had gotten from her father.
Kimber brought her opposite hand up to fluff her tresses. "That's all right. How are things going with you and Christian?"
"Good." One of her brows furrowed in bafflement. "Why?"
Kimber's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, turning her attention to a frilly black and hot pink thong. "Just curious is all." She brought her gaze back to Amy, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So what are you doing here? Looking for a little something to grab a certain guy's attention?"
Her eyes widened and her brows arched in surprise. If only that were true. She couldn't possibly get the kind or even the number of men Kimber could get. She rolled her eyes, exuding an embarrassed chuckle. "Uh…no. I was just browsing for myself." She didn't want to know what Kimber was doing here, but she had two guesses. "Like I said, I don't have that 'certain guy' yet."
Kimber looked as if she were about to say something but was holding back. "Have you even tried getting out there? They don't always come to you, honey; you have to go to them. You gotta go where the action is."
What was she getting at? She had no idea, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to know. "I guess so. I'm just not a very outgoing person. I try to steer clear of big crowds. Unless of course if I'm going to a concert or something."
Kimber shook her head, averting her gaze to the floor. "If you want to meet a guy, you have to break out of your shell, sweetie." She brought her eyes back to Amy's, cocking her head to one side. "You're pretty enough. If you had just a little more confidence, you could have every guy wrapped around your finger. You've got it, now all you have to do is flaunt it." She shook her bosoms at Amy with a smirk.
Amy was taken back a little at Kimber's gesture. What was she? A lesbian? Maybe she was bi-sexual. Again, that was something she wasn't so sure she wanted to find out. She bit down on her bottom lip. "I really don't think I'm that pretty, but thanks." She turned her attention back to the rack of bras she had been browsing through.
"Hey, what do you say we grab a bite to eat and chat some more?"
Slowly, she turned her head back to stare at Kimber. Was she serious? She wanted to hang out with her? She didn't know Kimber that well, but from past experiences she'd had with friends in high school, she couldn't help but feel a tad bit suspicious. Did she want something from her? And if so, what? Could she be using her to get to Christian? At this point, she wouldn't put anything past her. Sometimes she found herself to be too trusting. Then again, it would be nice to have a shopping partner, and what fun would it be to continue on her own? In the last hour, she had already begun feeling lonesome without her best friend. Shopping was more fun when you were with your friends. You could comment and joke about different objects in the stores, and get an honest opinion when trying on clothes.
She couldn't believe she was saying it, but the words still managed to escape her lips. "Sure, we could do that," she gave her a small smile, and before she knew what was happening, Kimber was linking her arm with hers and leading her out of the store. She's not going to become my best friend. No way in hell. As much as she missed Courtney, she wouldn't pass up a friend right now, but one thing was for sure, she wouldn't replace Courtney. She didn't see any harm in hanging with Kimber for a while. After all, what's the worse that could happen?
Amy and Kimber rode the escalator to the upper level of the mall and headed to the food court. Amy got herself a piece of pineapple pizza at Mama B's Pizza Company. She wasn't surprised when Kimber refused to eat any, claiming that it would "ruin her figure," and instead, followed her to Che Pasta where she got herself a plate of pasta. Oh yeah, like THAT'S going to be less fattening? Together, the two of them found themselves a table off to the side, sat down, and began consuming their meals.
Kimber stole a glance at her, scrutinizing her features. "Have you ever tried wearing make-up?"
She didn't know if she should take her question as an insult or a constructive comment. Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, reaching for her soda. "I wear it sometimes. I just don't pack on the make-up like most people do. I wear eye shadow, mascara, and foundation. Maybe a little eyeliner and lip gloss. Usual stuff I guess."
"Why aren't you wearing any today?"
Amy gave her another shrug before biting into her pizza.
"Before I even think about stepping foot outside, I always put some on. It doesn't matter where I'm going. You have to look pretty if you want to stand out in a crowd. After all, you never know who you might meet." A smirk crept across her features, averting her eyes to her plate before her.
"It might work for you, but I suck at putting on make-up," Amy was tempted to say, but kept quiet. A woeful sigh escaped her. "As pathetic as it might sound, I've never been good with guys. Talking to guys, flirting with guys, I can't even make the first move." Shut up! Stop talking! Don't reveal your pathetic past to this skank. "I haven't exactly had the best past with them. In high school, the guys were all afraid to come near me, like I had some kind of disease or something. They wouldn't even think to give me a second look."
Kimber had taken her attention away from her meal to listen intently to her story. She managed to give her a sympathetic smile. Reaching over the table, she reached out and touched Amy's arm. "You just need that confidence, honey. It's not as hard as you make it out to be. All you have to do is apply a little make-up, splash on that confidence, and give those guys a smile. Before you know, they'll be on their knees groveling at your feet, and if all else fails, a little sex appeal can go a long way." She smiled smugly. "If you saw anything that interested you back at Victoria's Secret, I'd advise you to get it. You never know when you'll need it."
Amy cocked a questioning brow her way. Now where was she going with this? She couldn't understand Kimber and where she was coming from half the time she had been talking to her. Of course it was easy for her to say these things to her. She had everything that she didn't. Her Marilyn Monroe image might be a little tacky, but she was blonde. About seventy percent of men wanted blondes, not brunettes. A light laugh escaped her. "Well, I'm naturally shy. I just can't help it. Forgive me if I'm not so talkative. Besides, it's not like I have that sex appeal like…" She trailed off, shaking her head before she said anymore. She almost sounded like she was hitting on the woman. Was she insane? Ew.
Kimber swallowed the pieces of pasta already in her mouth, took a sip of her cup of iced tea, and gave Amy a wry smile. Her eyes narrowed in thought. "You really should consider going blonde. After all, the saying still goes. Blondes do have more fun," she leaned towards her with her next words, "and honey, if you went blonde, you'd be twice as pretty as you are now."
She had to admit, Kimber had a point. Going blonde had always been something she'd thought about once or twice, even back in high school. She could recall times when she'd be unconsciously shooting daggers at the blondes that passed her in the halls, their arms or hands linked with that of their boyfriends. It disgusted her. She'd been so close to bleaching her hair, but decided not to once her crush had been snatched up by someone else. She had always envisioned herself as a blonde. Maybe someday soon she actually would be. She couldn't imagine the look on Christian's face if she suddenly changed her look. It would be both interesting and frightening at the same time. A smirk crossed her face, looking over at Kimber. "You think?"
A soft smile appeared on Kimber's face. "Definitely." She brought one of her hands up to fluff her tresses, much in the same way she had earlier. "This color would look great on you. You might even consider getting a few inches trimmed off. Think about it. A make-over would ultimately give you the confidence you've always wanted."
"You're right. I haven't really had a make-over in…" She shook her head, "God, I can't even remember when I've had one." She laughed lightly before taking another bite of her pizza.
Kimber probed her fork into her pasta, shoveling a few more pieces into her mouth, reaching for her iced tea a moment later. She shook a few loose curls out of her face as she met Amy's gaze. "All you have to do is say the word, and I'll make you into the person you've always wanted but never thought you could be."
A part of her wasn't so sure she wanted to let this woman transform her into a new person. There was no telling what she'd do once she had her in her clutches. She sure as hell wouldn't allow her to turn her into a filthy whore. Then again, another part of her was a little excited about a new look. Maybe she'd finally get a boyfriend. She took a sip of her drink, stealing a glance over at her. "I'll think about it, and I'll let you know."
Kimber nodded her head with a smirk, and went back to her pasta. A moment later, she was finished, and soon, so was Amy. "All done?" Amy nodded her head with a small smile. Pushing up to her feet, Kimber took their trash and disposed of it in the nearest bin. She shuffled back towards their table, grabbed her purse, and slung the strap over her shoulder. "I have to use the ladies room."
She nodded and rose to her feet. "Yeah, me too." Slinging the strap of her own purse over her shoulder, she followed Kimber to the women's restroom. The two of them squeezed past a group of casually dressed brunettes on their way by, stepping inside the room a moment later. They each did what they needed to do. Amy stepped out of the stall less than five minutes later, washed her hands, and gazed back at her reflection in the mirror. A woeful sigh escaped her.
She had been through so much these last few days, and it had taken a lot out of her. Being both emotionally and physically exhausted, she could sure use a day to relax. She needed a worry-free day away from parents, friends, and school. She still couldn't believe that she actually had a father now. A father she should have had a long time ago. She wouldn't lie. Christian Troy was a very complicated man, and the people who knew him only perpetuated her inquisitive mind. There was something else that plagued her mind. How was Kimber involved with him?
Reaching for her cellular on her hip, she grasped it in her hands and checked her messages. Maybe Courtney had left her a friendly greeting just to check-in. Maybe a text message with a line from a movie or television show she'd have to figure out the answer to. A weary sigh escaped her when she realized there were no messages. No voicemail or text message.
"Hey, are you ok?"
Peeling her eyes off the cellular in her hand, she lifted her chin up and met Kimber's questioning gaze. She forced a small smile. "Uh, yeah. I've just…" She sighed deeply, "been going through a lot lately. It's taken a lot out of me." She scoffed and shook her head, placing her phone back on her hip. "I don't even know who my friends are anymore. Or even if they care to be my friends anymore."
Kimber sighed softly. "Is that why you're here by yourself today?" She placed her purse down beside the sink, leaned forward and turned the faucet on, beginning to wash her hands.
Amy leaned her back against the wall beside the sink, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "Unfortunately. My best friend is too busy with her new boyfriend to give a shit about me. If I was guaranteed not to end up the third wheel, I'd hang out with them, but then again…"
Kimber turned the faucet off and snatched a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, drying her hands off. She turned her head to look over at Amy with a wry smile. "Watching her hang all over her boyfriend would only make you feel like shit. I don't blame you honey. I'd probably do the same thing," she opened up her purse and took out her mascara, "but why should you let her rub your face in it? You should go out and have your own fun. It's a shame we're not in Vegas or we could have a real girl's night out. It would make you forget all about your…" She brought her hands up to express quotation marks, "friend."
A smile played at the corners of Amy's mouth. It was becoming easier to talk to Kimber. She seemed to understand exactly what she was going through, and that was both a relief and a surprise to Amy. It was also comforting to have someone listen to her problems. It felt good to finally get all of this out in the open. "I wish I could. As exhausted as I am right now, I guess I do need to get out more. I would love to go to Vegas because I've never been. I've seen all these movies and TV shows where they go to Vegas and I've always wanted to go."
Kimber applied a touch more mascara to her lashes, but from the looks of it, she didn't need it. "I hear they've got the hottest clubs on the strip. They are twice as hot as the clubs around South Beach." She stole a quick glance at Amy, her brow furrowing questioningly. "How old did you say you were?"
"Nineteen." She shrugged with a sheepish smile, already anticipating Kimber's reaction. What kind of fun could she have in Sin City if she wasn't even a legal adult? She couldn't drink alcohol or get into the clubs. That wasn't exactly her scene, as it was her father's. Still, she'd still love to see what all the hoopla was about, and there were other things to do besides that, right?
Kimber brought her mascara down, and turned her head to stare at Amy in bafflement. "You're only nineteen? I would have guessed you'd be at least twenty if not twenty one."
Her brows arched in astoundment. Should I take that as a compliment? A nervous laugh escaped her. "I wish, but no, I'm nineteen. I would have thought you'd think I was younger. You know…being Christian's daughter and all."
Kimber shrugged lightly. "I guess I never really thought about it, until now that is."
She sighed woefully, dropping her eyes to the black and white tiled floor beneath her two inch heeled, black leather boots. "I wish I were older. The way my mom treats me, I feel like I'm still twelve. I'm almost an adult, and she still treats me like I'm a baby. She's too overprotective of me, and she's already pressuring me to get a job. I love her, but sometimes, I feel like she's trying to make me into the person she never was. It's as if she's trying to get me out of the house, just to be alone with her boyfriend. I've been depressed a lot lately, and I just need to get away from everything and everyone, even if only for a couple days." She shook her head in disbelief, holding back on coming tears. "I feel like I can't even live my life anymore."
Kimber scowled at Amy, almost as if she could relate to what she was going through. "I'm sorry. That really has to suck." She sighed softly and dropped her gaze to her purse, "believe me honey; I know what it feels like to be discarded like a piece of shit. It's happened to me more times than you'd think." Stealing a quick glance over her shoulder, she fixed her attention back on her reflection in the mirror. She twisted the mascara brush out of the plastic cylinder she held in her hands, and brought the brush up to her right nostril, inhaling sharply.
Amy's brows arched in surprise before furrowing in bewilderment. What the hell had Kimber just done? More importantly, why had she done it? Was she to believe that Kimber was a druggie? Suddenly, she didn't feel so keen on hanging out with her. "Uh…what are you doing?"
Kimber didn't bother to give her even one look, as she placed her mascara back in her purse, and continued digging for God knew what. "It's just a little something that helps perk me up in times like this, kind of like an instant Prozac." A minute later, she slipped a tiny white envelope out of her purse.
"What's that?" She didn't have to ask. She was almost sure she knew what it was. Kimber took another look around the vacant restroom before opening the envelope, just enough to give Amy a peek. She blinked back her astonishment. Lodged inside was a white powdery substance. Had she not seen Kimber's brief inhalation a moment ago, she would think it was flour, but now she knew it was cocaine. She was speechless enough as it was, so Kimber went on.
"It's not as bad as it looks, sweetie. Whenever I become emotionally exhausted, this helps me get through my day. So everyone says it can kill you, but the chest pains, the nausea, the constant insomnia…that's nothing. If you're dealing with as much shit as I go through on a daily basis, this is what you need. One hit of this and whatever issues I have instantly disappear." Her shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug, gently thrusting the envelope in her direction. She cocked her head to one side, studying Amy's melancholy and anxious expression, "think about it. It would take all that pain away."
Amy looked from her to the envelope in her hand, and then back to her. Her brows stitched together in bafflement. Was she seriously offering her coke? Had she completely lost her mind? Well, if she was desperate enough to snort cocaine, she must have. As much as Amy wanted to turn around and walk out of that restroom, never looking back, her nagging curiosity was getting the best of her. Don't do it! A voice cried out from the back of her mind. It'll kill you. Don't. Do. It! Exhaling sharply, she shook her head. "No thanks. I think I'll pass."
Kimber's eyes narrowed in an incriminating manner. "You're not even the least bit curious? I'm telling you honey, you would feel so much better. All I'm trying to do is help you. Give it a try. It's not like taking one hit is going to kill you." She leaned towards her, lowering her voice to a murmur. "Wouldn't you love to take back all the power and all the energy you've lost? Just think about how good it would feel."
She chewed on her bottom lip apprehensively. Her heart pounded in her chest. The strong hold her conscience had on her was beginning to slip away. Suddenly, what was right and what was wrong didn't matter to her. All that mattered was her happiness. She wanted her happiness back, ever since that call from her adoptive father, and that encounter with Gina last night. Her heart constricted in her chest, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Should she do it? Could she do it? Would it honestly change anything for the better?
"Do you honestly want to feel like shit the rest of your life?" Kimber asked, speaking to her now in a normal tone of voice. Amy shook her head. "Then what are you so afraid of?" When she got nothing but a glare from Amy, she reached her hand back into her purse and pulled out a short, plastic straw. Kimber set the open white envelope down beside the sink. Turning back to the peevish girl before her, she thrust the object in her direction.
Before Amy even realized what she was doing, she grabbed the straw from Kimber, held it up to her right nostril, leaned over the sink, and deeply inhaled the powdery substance. By the time she lifted her head up; she began coughing from the pungent fumes floating around her head. A sudden wave of dizziness passed over her, causing her to reach out for the counter to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat as her heart began to pound in her chest. She blinked back her astoundment. "Whoa!" Were these side effects from the drug? She shuddered to think. Lifting her gaze from the floor, she was baffled to see the somewhat goofy-smile on Kimber's face.
"How was it?"
She hadn't even realized Kimber was speaking to her until the fumes passed. Leaning herself back against the wall, she sighed wearily and looked over at the expectantly blonde. "It was…weird."
Kimber shrugged her words off and stepped towards the sink, quickly stuffing the white envelope and straw back into her purse before anyone could see it. "It felt like that for me, the first time I tried it. The coughing will pass once you start to get use to it." She slung the strap of her purse over her left shoulder, a wry smile crossing her face. "You have to admit, it felt good, didn't it? If only for a second?"
She cleared her throat. In a way, she didn't want to agree with her, but another part of her was telling her otherwise. Another part of her wanted more. A light laugh escaped her. "A little, but just for a second."
Kimber smirked. "I told you, and don't you feel better now that you did?"
Amy couldn't stop herself from nodding, nor hold back the smile creeping over her lips. It was as if there was some entity in her body controlling her, forcing her to obey it. "Yeah, it was…nice. Suddenly, I don't even know why I was so upset in the first place."
"There's plenty more where that came from. If you ever want another hit, just give me a call." Kimber strutted past Amy and exited the ladies room. Amy followed her out.
"Hey!" Amy dashed after her, despite the dizziness she was still feeling. Kimber stopped in her tracks, and turned back around, staring at her expectantly. "You didn't even give me your number."
"Oh. Well it would be hard to get in touch with me then, wouldn't it?" Kimber laughed lightly, and reached back into her purse. She pulled out a notepad and pen, quickly taking down her number, ripping off the page and handing it over to Amy. "There you go. Look, I know I said I'd be your shopping partner, but I just remembered there's somewhere I need to be. Can we take a rain check on this?"
She nodded her head gently, shoving the piece of paper in her pocket. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll see you later."
Kimber nodded and flashed Amy a smile. "Well, it was really nice talking to you again Amy. Tell Christian I said 'Hi,' would you?" Amy nodded her head in regard, watching the woman turn on her heels and head off in the opposite direction, exchanging a brief wave.
Amy stood there, dumbfounded by what had just happened. Had she actually made friends with Kimber "Marilyn-Monroe-Wannabe" Henry? More importantly, what had happened to her since that coke inhalation? She wasn't lying when she said it felt weird. It did, but something inside of her was yearning for more. It was a bit scary. Was she losing her mind? What was happening to her? She tried as she might to shake these feelings and thoughts out of her head, but they would not go away. They were as audible as the chatter scattered across the food court. She strode back towards the escalators, deciding that she had had enough shopping for one day. She had just stepped onto the escalator when her cellular started to ring. Switching her shopping bags from one arm to the other, she reached for her phone and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Hello sweetheart, it's Christian."
"Oh. Hi d-Christian." For a moment, she almost called him "dad." It was yet another factor that she was not thinking straight. Just what does this shit do to you, besides making you feel queasy?
"Listen, I just wanted to give you a call to confirm, did you still want to go to Disneyworld?"
Disneyworld? Had she told him she wanted to go to Disneyworld? She couldn't recall at the moment. Of course, she wasn't entirely herself anyway. It took her a moment to find her voice. "Uh…Disneyworld?"
"That's what you told me last night at dinner. Are you all right? You sound a little…" His voice trailed off, but she knew what he was probably thinking.
She stepped off of the escalator and walked stiffly towards the JCPenny entrance. A weary sigh escaped her. "I'm fine." Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind. "Oh! Right. Disneyworld."
"You still want to go, don't you?"
Did she still want to go? To Disneyworld? She bit down on her bottom lip, Kimber's words echoing in her head, "You gotta go where the action is." A smile curled her lips. "You know what, I really appreciate you offering to take me and everything, but I'd rather go to Vegas. I've never been there either and I've always wanted to go." There was a pause on Christian's end, before she continued, "I mean, I know it's all the way across the country, but I really don't want to ruin your image by making you go to Disneyworld with me." She shrugged lightly, even though she knew he couldn't see it.
"Las Vegas sounds terrific, sweetheart. I didn't have a problem taking you to Disneyworld, as long as it made you happy, but if you would rather go to Vegas, I'll book us a flight in the next couple days and we'll go. Frankly, I've always dreamed of visiting Sin City myself."
She didn't have to be in his presence to imagine the grin already on Christian's face; she could hear it in his voice. "Seriously? You'd take me?"
"Sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you? Yes! I will take you. I'll be honest, I can talk a great deal of bullshit, but I get what I want. When you're my daughter, there will be no such bullshit between us. I can promise you that. If I say I will do something, I make you a guarantee that I will do it. I don't make any long-term commitments, but you shouldn't be afraid to ask me for anything. Chances are, I'll always say 'yes'…depending on the situation."
This time, a grin spread across her own face. "Thank you. That really means a lot to me. You know, to hear you say that." She sniffled, feeling as if she had some specks of coke left in her nostrils. Where was a Kleenex when she needed it?
"I didn't think it would make you cry."
She blinked at his remark. "Oh! I'm not crying. I just…its cold in here. I think I might be getting a cold, but it doesn't mean that I won't be able to go. It's nothing, don't worry about it."
"I hope not. I'd hate to see you get sick sweetheart. Listen, I'll give you a call within the next couple days when I've booked a flight. How's that sound?"
Amy picked up her pace as she made her way through the JCPenny store. "That sounds great." The two exchanged their good-byes and she hung up, placing her cellular back on her hip.
A smirk appeared on her face as she stepped out into the late afternoon sunlight. A breeze swept over her figure, causing a few strands of her auburn colored locks to sweep across her face. This would be a fun trip and she knew it. Of course Disneyworld would have been more exciting since she'd dreamt of going since she was little, but it was time for her to grow-up. It was time for her to become a woman. She might have dismissed Kimber Henry when she'd first met her, but first impressions are not always correct. Sometimes you had to take the time to really get to know someone before judging them. Kimber might have tempted her into snorting coke, but Amy did not care. In fact, she didn't care about anything right now. She hadn't felt so independent in her life. For the first time, she was going to get her life back on track, and no one was going to stand in her way.