"My name. It's Amber," I said, turning around. The girl slowly turned around too, a smile on her face. I felt something suddenly tug 

inside my chest and I swallowed. What is wrong with me today?

     "Amber...but, I'm sorry for asking this, but isn't it a little girly?" Krystal asked, looking sheepish.

     I almost smiled at that. "I'm a girl," I said, monotonously. I enjoyed the sight of Krytal's face going red.

     "Oh, oh I'm-I'm sorry, I just thought-."

     "It's fine everyone thinks that," I said, reaching up to touch my short, blonde hair. The fact that I was tall,  well built, and had the

fashion sense of a guy easily caused people to think that I was a boy. Krystal, for some reason, was staring intently at me, and I tried my

best to look anywhere but her eyes.

     "Well, I'll go now. It was nice meeting you Amber," Krystal said with a smile, and she walked away, leaving me to stare after her. I

stood there for a few moments before I sat down against the tree, dopping my backpack on the ground. What was wrong with me? No.

Was it her? My conversation with her had been the longest I've had in a while, and I couldn't understand why I even talked to a random

human girl. I shook my head aand pushed the girl out of my mind.

     School was finally over and I walked towards the school's parking lot as fast as I could. I hate being around humans. Wasting my time

at a place that didn't even benefit me. If the law allowed it, I would get into any college and pass with flying colors, but unfortunately, I

was stuck at this stupid high school for the rest of the year. I unlocked my red convertible ferrari and climbed in, buckling in my seat belt.

Putting the key in the ignition, I backed out and left the campus.

     Driving is my favorite past time. Being able to go anywhere I want gives me a sense of freedom I don't get to feel often. I leaned

against the car seat, one hand on the wheel, wind combing through my hair as I drove. Suddenly, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a

familiar figure. The area I was driving through was a pretty deserted area and I slowed down to look at the figure. It was Krystal. She was

walking down the sidewalk, hands in her pockets and earphones in her ears. She was listening to Sam Smith's "I'm Not the Only One". I

could easily hear it from the safe distance of my car. A small smile crept onto my lips but I shook my head and berated myse