Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

Today was another scorcher, so Dad and I were down on the beach again. Or should I rephrase; I was down on the beach and Dad was "supervising" incase I did something stupid (in reality he was just sitting next to me reading Guitar World, but hownever). I've an awful habit of doing stupid stuff, whether it be hanging upside down on the monkey bars or walking along the edge of the pier, "Danger" is my middle name.

"So when were you planning on telling me you were due to get braces put on your teeth?" Dad asked, slapping my knee with the magazine.

"Never.." I muttered, taking off my sunglasses.

"Why? What's so bad about braces?"

"What's NOT bad about braces? I'll have these big metal things stuck to my teeth!"

"You're overreacting, you won't look any different. The ones you're getting aren't even that bad, anyways."

"How'd you find out?"

"I have my sources."

"Who?"

"I'm not saying who."

"Hmph." I put my sunglasses back on and turned my music up, listening to Katy Perry on full blast from my phone speaker. The thoughts of these braces are going to be the death of me.

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A while later, we took a walk along the pier (though I wasn't allowed to walk along the edge), and I spent a shitload of cash on new lip studs and earrings and gages (I have my ears stretched a slight bit, nothing too big). There was a PlugHub store there, so I bought literally every design of gages and plugs that they had: Jack Skellington, there were some ones with donuts and cookies and stuff like that, so I had a good rampage there.

"What kind of braces am I getting?" I asked Dad while we were standing outside the Starbucks. I whined and whined for a chocolate frappé, so he agreed that I could get one, so long as I shut up.

"Just the standard ones, nothing over the top. They said you could get them in pink though, if that's what you're into." He replied, checking his phone.

"When am I getting them?" I was slurping my frappé awfully loud in the hopes that it would wind him up, and it worked. He tapped my shoulder and told me to stop, but I kept it up.

"Next Thursday." I choked and almost spelt out my drink. I didn't realise it was this close!

"But I'll miss cheer leading, and we've a big game coming up!"

"Well that's tough, you'll have to skip practice. I'll explain it to the coach, she won't mind. You hardly ever miss it."

"Won't my lip rings affect the procedure?" He put his hands on my face and squished my cheeks together, like he does to annoy me.

"Stop trying to look for excuses." He kissed my forehead and we began the long walk home, while I was walking slow and sulking. I'm not an awfully big fan of the dentist, and getting bracelets is ten times worse. God save me.

Notes

Just a sort of filler for now, she'll be getting her braces in the next update :3

I kinda like Amber's character in a way, bc despite having a rockstar dad, she's the complete opposite, and is much more hipster/girly than grunge, but still listens to rock music.

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