"Dude! What's your problem, huh?"
Jack was standing there, watching in agony as Amber shrugged when one of the hottest girls in school tried to talk to her.
"I'm not a lesbian, Jack. I'm not intrested in talking to her."
"So what makes you think that means you can act like that?"
At this point Amber had shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. The snow was covering the ground harder, enveloping the old elementary schoolyard in white. Amber's short pixie cut hair even had little white crystals on it, no matter how much she ran her hand through it. Even though Amber was covered up head to toe in layers of clothing, Jack was wearing a t-shirt and shorts in the cold.
Jack had grown up in Denver, Colorado. He was an expert skiier and almost never went outside in temperatures above 90 degrees.
"All pissy like that. You know, you are a girl, too."
Amber's mother, Desiree, had been cooking when her daughter stormed into the house. Her hair was up in a ponytail, an apron around her waist. She really didn't need to stand there above the boiling water, but the heat coming from the pot felt good.
"Hey kiddo. Come here and read that pamphlet on the counter." She told her.
Without a word, Amber obeyed, setting down the backpack she was carrying. Her hands picked up the smooth paper while her eyes looked it over.
"Hollendale school for girls? What's this about?"
Her mother turned from the stove in one swift movement. Her face was soft, and comforting.
"I'm thinking of sending you there."
Amber looked at her mother in shock. What? She knew that Amber didn't get along well with girls!
"I think that it'd be good for you to make friends with some girls, Amber. You can't just talk to guys."
"So you think it's best to do that by forcing me?" Amber's cheeks grew red. Her eyes swelled, but no tears came through. She was stronger than that.