Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

Monday morning, the most basic morning of the week. If Monday was a pair of shoes, it would be crocs, because its ugly. I'm not a Monday person, if you hadn't guessed.

As usual, I overslept and was running late. Today was especially bad, as I nearly forgot my backpack, and almost forgot my skateboard. To make absolutely everything worse, I seem to have developed a bad acne breakout, so trying to cover my face in concealer takes up my time in the mornings. Once I'd managed to get my shit together, I was out the door, but relying on Dad for a lift to school, as I'd never make it on time using my skateboard, no matter how fucking awesome it is.

"I'll be home at some time in the afternoon, I'm gonna board home to it'll take longer." I said, getting out of the car.

"Alright, but don't be too long, you'll have homework to do." He replied, putting on his sunglasses (the sun was a bitch this morning, and I'm melting (I must secretly be part of the Cullen clan)).

"I won't, I promise. I'll see you later." I closed the car door and ran up the steps to the school, with a measly 15 minutes left to get my books.

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Once I'd gotten to my locker, I noticed Ash sitting on the ground by his locker, texting on his phone. Oh boy, here we go. I pretended not to notice him and just go about with what I was doing, but he soon saw me, and I wanted to run away.

"Hey.." He said quietly, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"Hi.." I replied, not looking him in the eye. I don't need any grief from him, not now.

"About yesterday, I.."

"I don't want to bring it up, ok? Nor do I want to bring up the fact that you didn't call..I waited all day for a call for you to lie and say everything was fine. But it doesn't matter anymore. I'm running late, bye." I grabbed my bag and began to head off, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Before you get all catty about it, I just wanted to say it was fine. I know what happened between our parents, and I know we shouldn't be caught in the middle of it. We'll find a way to be together, I promise." I shook his arm off and headed down to the music room, sitting on one of the benches in the back.

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The day flew in, and Ash and I barely uttered a word to each other since our conversation, despite having all of the same classes. I just didn't feel up to talking to him since what happened yesterday, but whatever. I was just putting my books back in my locker when he came over to his, and I felt like everything was screwed.

"Look, I know things are a bit off between us right now, but if you change your mind about things, you know where to find me." He said simply, before grabbing his own board and heading off. I collapsed against my locker for a minute, resting my head in my hands. I sighed and closed my locker then, and set my board down to skate on home.

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It took me half an hour to board home, so I was more than relieved when I reached the front door. I put my keys in the door, letting myself in before just dropping to my knees on the floor, a complete mess.

"I take it you're tired?" Dad commented, coming out into the hall and leaning against the staircase, folding his arms.

"Tired isn't the word, man. I'm exhausted. Totally misguessed the amount of homework I'd get today, so my bag weighs a tonne and a half!" I breathed, trying to catch my breath. I was completely and utterly fit for bed.

"Well you'd better get started if you've that much. We ain't got all evening for you to do it."

"I would, if I could get back up."

"Quit complaining and just get up." He went back into the kitchen and I rolled my eyes, and attempted at getting back up. Five minutes later, I got up. And walked extremely slowly Ito the kitchen, before dumping my tonne and a half of books everywhere, along with my two art packs and my English lit stuff. Oh, the joys of school and homework.

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Later that night while I was in my room, my phone started buzzing with a text, and I noticed that it was from Ash. I read it three times over before it finally sunk in what he had to say. He wanted to break up with me, and he didn't even have the guts to say it to me in person.

I spent the remainder of the night in floods of tears sitting on my bedroom carpet, while Dad sat with me, trying his best to tell me that it'd all work out.

Thats not how I saw it.

Notes

Today fucking sucked like wtf -.-

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