"Get out!" she screamed at me again. She reached for anything in her room that she could get her hands on to throw at me. She threw her books, softballs, her iPod, and even the alarm clock on her dresser. She aimed hangers at me like daggers until her hands came up empty.
I took a step towards her, trying to find the right words to tell her. I was beyond confused to her sudden anger and fury, but who understood a girl's mood swings anyway? When I got closer, Amber launched herself me with a yell and punched my stomach. For a human she had quite a punch, knocking my breath away when she hit just the right spot.
"Get out! Go away! Leave!" she kept chanting those words as at me over and over again, maybe hoping I would catch on. She ought to know I was too stubborn to listen to her.
"Amber
