Page 8 of Pages of Amber
Amber hurried into the corridor without looking back. She collapsed against the wall of lockers a safe distance away from the classroom, her hand pressed against her fluttering chest. That was one heck of a disaster. Tension had built up in her neck over the past two days that she couldn’t wait to stretch out at ballet practice. A sigh left her.
Working with Noah?
Her teacher questioning her grades?
What was happening?
Her phone buzzed in her hand, distracting her. A buzz, she realized, would have been handy a few moments ago to sell her act. Too late now, she rolled her eyes. The messages came in a stream from their group chat.
BEVERLY
Amber!
You have to let us know if you’re dying in a ditch somewhere or already dead. Give me something here.
LEXI
I don’t think she’d be able to say much if she was dead.
BEVERLY
Not the time for jokes, Lexi.
She could be in trouble.
We have no idea why Mr. Loughrey called her back.
LEXI
Hello.
‘Dead men don’t talk?’
BEVERLY
The book or the movie?
LEXI
What the…?
Look, I’m pretty sure she isn’t in trouble.
Maybe Mr. L wanted to welcome her back to school or something.
AMBER
He did.
But there was another surprise waiting for me.
BEVERLY
There you are!
I’ve been panicking.
You weren’t answering and Lexi mysteriously disappeared from my side in the hallway.
