*note* Warnings. Triggers mentions of self harm and anorexia*
Chapter one:
“$18.50 mam.” I faintly hear the cashier as I am staring into space.
“Oh, yes sorry!” I respond I as pull out my Nightmare Before Christmas wallet and hand him a twenty. “You can keep the rest.” I shout running out of the speedway. I sprint to the side of the building to grab my skateboard so I can get a running start to avoid being hit on the busy street. As I quickly dodge the speeding cars I hear a police siren while the cop car pulls into the closest place he can pull into and gestures me to come to him. I role my eyes and walk slowly towards him.
He pulls out his ticket book while asking me “Amber, how many tickets must I give you till you realize you shouldn't walk across the middle of the street?”
I reply simply with. “And how many tickets is it gonna take you to write till you realize I have the money to pay them without worry and I will just keep doing it?” As I take the ticket and shove it into to my bag and walk away.
Walking into my favorite park I pull out my camera. Well one of my three. I am snapping shots left and right of the trees and wildlife. I finally feel the giant grin on my face. I loved the park. It had a section the was just forest. The trees are always beautiful in the fall. That’s why I am here the most. With mom and dad always being gone at work I am able to come here whenever I want to. It was sheer bliss. Bzz bzz. I had a text from my best friend Jess. She was at home asking what I was doing. With a quick reply I go back to the forest. I end up at the waterfall. It was gorgeous as always. Putting my bag and camera on the bridge and slide under the wooden post on the bride and into the cold water. I breath in the smell of the water and hop from rock to rock. When I get as close to the waterfall as I can without getting wet I find a big rock to sit on and just sit there and sit there. My peace in quiet is suddenly interrupted by a tallish skinny boy leaning over my stuff on the bridge.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I scream at him whilst running across the rocks. I then notice he has head phones in and can not hear me. I finally reach the bridge as he looks down at me,pulls his headphones off and says in a cheery voice “Hello there I presume this is your stuff here.”
“Well you presume correctly then sir. This my stuff.” I answer while pulling myself on to the bridge
“You have quite the nice camera miss.” He exclaims in a just as cheery voice.
I look him over. He was kinda cute... “Ummm thank you. And you are?”
“James I just moved here from London a week ago. My father had his job moved. So me and my best friend Kingston came with him.
The next hour or two I sat on that bridge and talked to my new friend James. He was really really nice. We talked about Kingston he was 16 almost 17 and sounded kinda cool. We talked about him, James. He was my age, 17 we listened to the same music we both loved photography he played piano and guitar. I was impressed. He was amazing. Finally realizing how late it was I told him I had to leave but he refused to allow me to walk home by myself so we walked to his house because it was closer then mine. He drove me home and we said our goodbyes. I was a little sad about parting from him. But when I got home I was still happy to see my brother Terrance. He informed me that our parents where still gone and we had the house to ourselves. I grab my skateboard and ride it threw the house till I get to my room. I throw my bag on the ground and flop onto my bed. I didn't wanna sleep but I didn't want to be awake either. If I was a sleep the nightmares would come. And if I was awake I would have to see my parents. I don't see my parents a lot and when I do my dad is drunk and trying to hit one of us ,usually Terrance . My mother just trys to act like a normal mom. Like she isn't always gone and makes dinner. I hate it. When I hear something in the kitchen shatter. I race out there I can my see father is home. Terrance was punching him in the face repeatedly. I manage to pull him off and drag him kicking to my bed room.
