Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

A couple of weeks later, I'd settled in and everything was going great. I was introduced to the rest of Dad's friends and hit it off great, I'd redecorated my room full of band posters and painted the walls black. I literally couldn't ask for anything greater, except for my mom to still be alive and well, and to not have cancer.

Everything was fine, until school was brought up. Not many teenagers like school, and nobody likes being the new kid, especially when you've had a past like mine, or when you'd be called an "emo outcast". Thanks, but no thanks.

"It's not as bad as you're making it out to be." Dad said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Do you WANT me to go through what I went through again?" I replied, folding my arms across my chest.

"I keep telling you, all of those people who gave you a hard time aren't here, they're back in Denver."

"Not unless they transferred to piss me off, which with my luck, would happen."

"Oh give it up, you're going and that's final." He sighed and I huffed, grabbed my bag, and stomped out the door.

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I sulked the whole way to school, and finally went in after I'd gotten my shit sorted. If gotten to my locker, which was next to a cute guy, and made a mental note to always look acceptable.

"You new here?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I moved from Denver down here to live with my dad.." I replied quietly.

"I see. I'm Ash, by the way. I suppose you'd better get to know me since we've got lockers right next to each other."

"Im Amber Haner, it's nice to meet you."

"That surname sounds familiar, but I can't think of where'd I know it from..is it your mom's or dad's surname, if you don't mind me asking?"

"My uh..my mom died, and I was transferred down to my dad's place here. I've always used his last name for some reason, and not my mom's, despite not knowing who my father was."

"You never knew him?" I shook my head, and the topic was dropped. "You've got a lot of the classes that I have, you can hang with me. I like you a lot already."

"Thanks.." I blushed, and hid behind my bangs.

"You said your last name was Haner, right?" I nodded. "You're not by any chance related to Brian Haner, are you? As in, Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold."

"Yeah, I am. That's my dad.."

"That's so cool! I'm a big fan of the band." I smiled slightly and we headed down to our first class. Had I just made a friend, or is he being a nice person? I couldn't tell.

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I was sitting in the middle of history class, minding my own business and doing my assignment, when the teacher called out my name.

"Amber Haner?" He asked, rather loudly. I popped my head up, and he shot me a disgusted look.

"Is there a problem, sir?" I asked politely, as I promised Dad that I'd watch my sarcastic tongue.

"Yes, the problem is the big blue thing on your lip." He was referring to the blue lip stud I had on, and I was getting agitated.

"Im sorry, sir, but I have to constantly wear it, so that the piercing doesn't close up. I normally wear lip rings, but chose a stud instead, as it was a little less noticeable."

"You have to take it out immediately, and I'll confiscate it."

"But sir, it's not bothering anybody."

"It's bothering me. Hand it over or you're on detention."

"Im sorry, Mr. Gonzalez, I'm not taking it out."

"Alright then, detention it is." I grabbed my stuff and snatched the detention slip off of him, earning claps from the class for not letting him win.

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By 4pm, I was sitting outside the principals office, my tailbone resting against the end of the blue plastic chair. I didn't even do anything wrong, apart from doing something right. But even still, being at the principals office on your first day is never good, and Dad would so kill me when he got ahold of me.

"Well done." Dad walked up, slowly clapping and then sat down on the blue plastic chair that was next to mine. "What did you do?"

"That's the thing, I didn't do anything. The teacher asked me to take my lip stud out, and I wouldn't." I replied, fixing the lace on my sneaker.

"Then why're you here?"

"You're guess is as good as mine."

"Mr. Haner?" The principal called, and Dad and I went in and sat in her office. "I'm guessing you're aware as to wy Amber is here?"

"I am, and I just don't fully get why. She refused to take out a piercing, because it would've closed up. I don't think she should've gotten punished for that." He came to my defence, and I was greatful. I zoned out while they conflicted, and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep.

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Later on that night, I was told that my principal had given me another chance, but scre it up again, and I'm on straight sententious every lunch and for an hour after school for two months. That's a little extreme if you ask me, as I only stood up for what I believed in. I argued my point with Dad, but he just said to keep my mouth closed and my head down, or I might screw up.

Notes

Changing her name from Lily to Amber bc of the song Amber Lynn, and how much I like it

Im often asked to take my piercings out, it's so annoying

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