Amber

I was up before my sister and at the school before she was in my car. I explored the school and found all my classes easily. I slipped into first period and took a seat in the back of the class. Freshman students started filing in and I felt mortified. It didn't take long for the whispers of my identity to spread around the class. I already wished the day would end. I glanced down at the Twilight book on my desk and found myself wishing that I was with Peter. I grabbed the book off my desk and put it into my bag feeling embarrassed.

Why the hell was I wanting to be with Peter? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Alright class. Settle down. This isn't socializing time. Take a look at the syllabus on your desk, then we will get started." I skimmed it over and put it into my folder for this class.

•••

By lunchtime I was fed up with everyone. The entire 9nth grade class was getting on my nerves. I got my lunch and sat in the corner by myself. I didn't want to sit or talk to anyone. I was surprised when two boys came and sat with me. I looked up to find two of the only freshmen who didn't whisper about me.

"Hi, I'm Scott and that's Stiles. You are?" I smiled at them.

"I'm Amber Argent. It's nice to meet you both," they looked confused, "wait aren't you the twin sister of Allison? Why are you a Freshman and she's a Junior?"

I smiled at Stiles, "I got held back a lot. My parents moved a lot and I didn't have the support my sister had. You're welcome to sit here if you want."

"Why are you here sis?" I froze, looking down at my tray of food and found I wasn't all that hungry anymore.

I looked up at Allison. She was looking at me, Scott, and then back at me. I stood up feeling frustrated. I knew that look Allison was giving me. She liked Scott and it wasn't the first time we had boy problems just because we looked alike.

"I was done eating anyway." I smiled at Stiles who frowned at me.

I got up and walked away.

"She's dumb. You shouldn't hang around her." I stopped where I was standing.

What the hell is wrong with the my sister?

I spun around gripping my open milk and splashing it in Allison's face. I heard gasps from people around us.

"I'm not dumb, Allison. You know it's not my fault our parents moved all the time. I suffered because they couldn't stay in one fucking place for more than a month! Don't fucking call me dumb!" I dropped my tray on an empty spot on the table.

I spun around and stormed out of the cafeteria. I knew I would end up with detention, but I didn't care. I had three classes left, but I stormed out of school. I got into my car and drove to the hospital. I parked and just sat in my car. I don't know why I came here, but I would rather be here then to go home and have to explain what happened at school. I got out of my car and snuck around to the back door closest to Peter's room. I was able to slip in unnoticed. I saw he was in his wheelchair today. I walked over, pulling my brush from my bag. I gently brushed his hair again. After a while I put the brush away and just stood there. I let my hands rest on his shoulders. I felt a powerful urge to hug him, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck gently and let my head rest against his. Tears slipped down my face. I knew should've gone to my parents, but something told me to come here. That I would have someone who wouldn't mind if I cried on their shoulder. I closed my eyes tight and then suddenly I felt angry. So angry that it felt hard to breath. I pulled away from Peter and slipped to the floor. It was like I was seeing red. I heard footsteps coming near me.

"Amber," I tried taking deep breaths, "Amber, what's happening?"

It was Jessica and I couldn't answer her because I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt so angry and yet it felt like it was someone else's anger. I felt pain in my chest. It was like the anger was boiling over. Like someone had caused my anger to go into overdrive.

"Amber? Sweetie? What's wrong?" I gripped my shirt tighter.

"D-don't touch me. Please don't touch me." I couldn't handle all the anger I was feeling.

I just knew it wasn't mine. I was feeling someone else's anger. Then I felt worried and it seemed like was quickly replacing the anger that filled my body. I leaned my head back against the wall taking deep breaths. I could feel tears slipping down my face.

"Amber?" It was a male voice this time.

I looked around the room and noticed that Jennifer was gone. I looked at Peter surprised to find his eyes held life in them. I felt so much agony and anger and realized none of it was mine.

"What are you?" I looked up at him.

I didn't know what I was and I didn't have any idea what to say to him. I didn't know why I was feeling everything he was feeling. I shook my head. That's all I could do. I didn't know what I was, but I couldn't say that. If I spoke I would scream.

"Amber?" It was my Dad this time.

Peter was back to his comatose self that I thought maybe I had been hearing or seeing things. My dad walked over to me and went to reach out to hug me. I flinched away from him. I didn't want him to touch me.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I shook my head.

"I don't know. It's like I feel everyone else's emotions." I wrapped my arms around myself.

His jacket was wrapped around me. He picked me up and held me in his arms. I looked one last time at Peter. I was swarmed with the feeling of guilt. I whined and grit my teeth. By the time my father got me home I was barely able to stay awake.

"What is wrong with her now?" I whined hiding my face against my father's chest.

I felt the disappointment, anger, and disgust coming from my mother. I bit my lip, her emotions were overwhelming.

"Nothing. She's done nothing, why do you think she always does something wrong? If anyone has done something wrong, it's us. We have ignored Amber and supported Allison, especially you, Victoria. You are far more guilty of it than I am." I whined again.

My father was angry. His grip on me tightened and he walked past my mother.

"She needs to toughen up, Chris. You can't coddle her forever!" I grit my teeth, tears slipping down my face.

What had I done to my mother to make her hate me? What was happening to me?

I screamed, everything finally became too much. I felt my father's sadness, guilt, and love as he rested his cheek against my head.

"Sleep, Amber. Just go to sleep." I didn't remember anything else after that.