Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

Amelia collared me again on Tuesday at lunch. I'd done a good job of avoiding her all day, yet she still found a way to find me. It's only been this week that she's been picking on me, and I'm lost as to why. It's clear that she never liked me, but she never bothered me about it.

"Wow, I'm surprised you haven't told your emo daddy about me yet, or that he's not up giving out to the principal." She faked a sweet voice, but there was spite entwined in it.

"Just fuck off Amelia, I don't know what you want." I sighed, and opened my locker.

"You know what you did, Haner. You know full well what I'm on about. And until then, I'm going to make your life a living hell. Oh, and one more small thing; you've gone fat. Lay off the food, it's better that way." She stalked off and left me standing at my locker, dumbfounded.

But I guess she was right. I had gained weight since I moved here. When I first made it here, I was literally a skeleton. Now, I've gained a stomach, and have a little more meat on my thighs. My stomach isn't flat (though its not huge), my thighs touch, my hip-bones no longer jut out..I thought it was okay, and even when I had my doubts and my self-conscious days, Dad always assured me that I was beautiful the way that I was, and I shouldn't think otherwise.

I opened my locker to find a blade inside. Somebody, who knows what I struggle with, shoved a blade inside my locker, hoping it would trigger me. It worked, and I shoved it inside my rubbery phone case, and made my way to the bathrooms. Guess who won't be attending her last three classes of school?

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I sat in the bathroom for two hours, crying and dragging that blade across my wrists. I was just beginning to get better, and come out of a relapse, only to slip back into it again. When the bell rung to signal that school was over, I couldn't have gotten out of that shit-hole faster.

Dad pulled up in his nice Jeep to where he always picks me up, and as soon as he saw me, he parked the car and got out, coming over to where I was standing. Great, I had him worried. Again.

"What happened, are you ok?" He asked pulling me into a hug even though we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Oh, yeah. I just wasn't feeling good, and I spent the last three classes puking in the bathroom." I lied. This was the first huge lie that I'd told him, and I didn't feel good about it. At all.

"You do actually look a bit washed out, I think we'd better get you home before you puke again."

"Sure.." He grabbed my backpack and threw it in the back of the car, before we got in and drove home.

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The remainder of the evening was spent with me lying down on the couch, while Dad fussed over me when he wasn't on the phone to the band's tour manager. The band are going on tour again next March for two months, so they're trying to sort everything out and such.

He was really believing the lie that I was sick, so maybe it'll keep him off my case for a bit. I mean, I hate lying to him, and I hate lying in general, but maybe this will keep him off the fact that I'm getting bullied at school. He doesn't need to know about it, he's got other things to worry about. Who knows, maybe Amelia will get bored of bullying me after a week or so, and then she might leave me alone...

Notes

Bit shorter than usual, but I think this is an okay subplot..?

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