Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

Today is the day that I've been SOOOO excited for - the day I get my braces! (Note the high sarcasm there) It's not going down well back home, and I've been complaining and sulking non stop. I'm an awfully stroppy child, just saying. School wrapped up, so I wasn't missing anything, but it still sucked an great deal.

"My teeth aren't even that bad." I mumbled, continuing to sulk in the car. I've been exiled to the back seat, as Matt was up front with Dad. I think it was just an excuse so he wouldn't have to listen to me.

"Just shut up about it, Amber. You're driving me up the wall!" Dad replied, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. I'm not a favourite lately.

"No, I won't shut up about it, because I don't want to get them put on, simple as that. My teeth aren't even crooked, so I don't see the point."

"The dentist said you'd a slight overbite, and they'll only be on you for a year and a half at the most."

"Get them in pink or something." Matt piped up, and I flicked him on the shoulder.

"Who's side are you on, Matt?"

"I'm just saying, you're making it out to be a bigger deal than it actually is. You'll look fine with them, don't get hyped up about it." That's just his way of saying he's on Dad's side. Really feeling the love here right now. We arrived at the dentist and I was literally dragged out of the car, and huffed the whole way in.

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We walked in and gave my name, and headed over to the waiting area. The three of us got an awful lot of weird looks from the other people there, probably because of Dad and Matt's tattoos and my piercings (a septum piercing is on the cards now, I'm delighted with myself) and some old lady gave us the most disapproving look I swear I nearly collapsed laughing.

We sat down, and I tried to look as bored as I could, with the hopes they might just get sick of my attitude and abandon my orthodontic procedure and go home. It didn't work, and if I "don't get my shit together and stop complaining" I'm grounded. Fascinating.

I was eventually called up, and begrudgingly went in, still with a chronic bitch face (this must be what Jared Padalecki's character feels like on Supernatural). I kept tapping my finger nails against the side of the chair, and because I'd gotten acrylic nails put on and they were longer, they made this really screechy tapping noise, and I really hit both Dad and Matt's nerves. I'm such a fantastic child, I swear.

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Sometime later, I was done, and yes, I took Matt's advice and got my braces done in pink. I'm still not very impressed with the whole situation though, and I hate the braces. My mouth feels all weird and I have to wait a few hours before I can put my lip studs back in, so Dad's keeping hold of it for me, because he's positive that I'll lose it. My teeth really hurt, and my mouth's numb, so my complaining has gone off the scale.

"I just wanna go home now." I whined, putting in my earphones. Music is the only source of happiness I'm getting right now.

"You'll have to hold on a little while longer, I told you we're going to Wal-Mart." Dad sighed, and I huffed again.

"But my mouth is KILLING ME!" Oh hang on, here come the tears. This is how bad the pain is.

"Well there's nothing I can do about it, I'm afraid. Just hang in there."

"You can stay in the car with me, and Brian can just go into Wal-Mart." Matt said, tilting the mirror so he could see me.

"Good idea, 'cause I sure as hell ain't getting out." I slumped against the back window, and put my hands over my face. And to think, this pain is going to continue for a year and a half!

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An hour later, I was sitting at home stretched out on the couch watching old re-runs of Sam And Cat, while Dad and Matt sat on the two-seater by the window, doing something on the computer. This is literally the first time all day that I haven't been whining and complaining, and I think they're just happy that they're getting a bit of peace and quiet from me to do whatever it is that they're doing. I just hope they don't get too comfortable with it, because it's not going to last that long, believe me.

Matt went home at about nine o'clock, and whatever the hell it was they were doing on the computer, they seemed satisfied with it when they were done. I never found out what it was.

I was alone in the living room watching tv in my pyjamas, when I noticed a few photo frames on the shelf above the tv, and I'd never noticed them before. They were of Dad and some lady that I'd never met, and she was extremely pretty. Among those photos, was a picture of Dad ad Mom from high-school, and they looked so happy. I just wish I hadn't come along and ruined it for them, because maybe if I wasn't there, they could've had a little more time together before Mom died..

"Who's that?" I asked Dad when he came into the living room and sat next to me on the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. I pointed over at the photos, and he sighed a little.

"That's my ex-wife Michelle, we divorced earlier on this year, just before you came. It was a mutual decision though, and we're still great friends." He replied, flicking through the channels looking for something to watch.

"Oh..I see. She's really pretty."

"Yeah, she is. Any ideas on what you want to watch?" He dropped the subject, so I sensed it was still a bit touchy. I didn't open my mouth about it again.

"I'm not fussed, whatever you want to watch." We flicked through the channels for a while longer, and ended up watching Bee Movie, though I didn't make it to the ending, because I fell asleep. That orthodontic trip tired me out, and even thinking about it tired me out!

Notes

I assure you guys, I have nothing against Michelle, I just wanted to change the storyline a bit, and have her and Brian divorced instead of married, that's all. But I swear to god I don't have a problem with her, I love her and I think she's really pretty! I'm sorry please don't hate me! I seriously had a bad fear that I'd get hate for this :(

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