Meet Amber an average teen. Well if you call a socially awkward nerd normal..... She's your typical nerd the round glasses always A's and well no friends. Except she owns a motorcycle and can beat you up. Will she always love food? Yes. Meet Ambers'...
After I had left him I felt a tinsy, bitsy bad. So that was fun... His voice is so beautiful. If only his personality matched. Then I would really like him. Not like like I like him now. He's ok. How am I supposed to spend the year with him. Maybe his 'gang' will be nice. Maybe? After a while Douche left. I'm not happy with him. I was in a jam! As a potato that's hard. Jam and potato do not mix. No offence if you like that combo. I fling onto my bed. It's so squishy! Like a giant marshmallow! Speaking which, where my loves? I crawl off the cloud heaven. Haha found them. You know chubby rabbit? I'm the boss at it. I start. My records like 50 something. When my cheeks beat a chipmunks I hear a knock. Grr!
I know it's Douche. Who else knocks on a persons window at 9:00. I open the window ready to yell. I look down and punched the person. Right between the eyes. I quickly grabbed their wrists. I don't want to cause a death. Unless it's Douches.
"(Beaver) Damn, Amber. That hurt!" I look at a pained Brooklyn.
Macaroon!
"Uh sorry Brook. It's just you don't expect a well, person at their window."
"Yeah I don't expect to die with a punch. Guess we are even." She rubs her nose.
"Sorry." I squeak.
"I mean your cool to hangout with, but we can hang another way."
"Oh yeah." I haul her up.
"Ooh look at your guns!"
I laugh. "Look at yours!"
"I can't, their nonexistent." She laughs while shrugging.
I laugh. "So why'd you come?"
"So ya know how it's Friday?"
No. "Yes?"
"Let's go PARTY!" She screams.
"Yeah um..."
"Lets go!"
"In this?" I point t my outfit.
"Heck nah."
"So now what?"
She rolled her eyes. She grabbed my hand. She then walked into my closet room. It's the size of my room.
"Now darling we find you a bomb outfit!" At bomb she snapped her finger.
"Huh?"
"Become educated, party girls look hot." She pointed to herself.
"I guess your not a party girl." I tease.
She gasps. "Let's just find you an outfit."
I'm not going to like this. 8 million outfits later... Brook finally thought I looked like a 'bomb party girl'. Fun. When I looked in the mirror I gasped. I look like a girl who wants to hookup! What did she do!
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