Amber - Part 1

Amber's hair is black.  She just finished dying it to spite her parents for naming her in such a ridiculous manner.  Amber's parents are more than a little odd.  Before Amber, their only child, was born, they decided to make a concentrated effort to not think about any potential baby names ahead of time, opting to name their child the first thing they thought of when they saw him/her (also not knowing ahead of time the gender of their baby).  Amber supposes she should be grateful for that ugly tuft of orangish-red hair that showed up on her newborn head.  Otherwise, she might have had an even worse name like "Scream" or "Wrinkle".  Those are the things she associates with babies.

Amber doesn't really hate babies, though.  Mostly, she actually loves them, or at least once did, and is just bitter at her parents for never having another child.  Amber would have loved, she thought, to have a younger brother or sister.  Her parents decided she was wrong.  When Amber asked if she would ever have a sibling like the other kids in her fourth grade class (at that time it was just her and a very strange boy who still ate lots of paste who were only children), her parents smiled and said that they loved her too much for that.  In confusion, Amber said she wanted a younger brother or sister, but her parents patted her on the head and wandered off to make some weird organic dinner.  Turns out, they had decided that if they had another child, Amber would think they didn't love her enough.  Strangely, Amber decided they didn't love her enough because they ignored her request for them to at least consider giving her someone to play with other than the bratty girls at her school.

Amber's parents tend not to listen to anything she says.  Well, sometimes they listen, but then they promptly come up with a reason why Amber doesn't actually know what she wants.  They tell Amber that she is so good at art, particularly the darker variety (Amber has considered telling them it's because she channels her rage at them into her paintings), and that she should pursue that as a career.  Amber has decided that instead she will choose a subject she would like to be better at but did horribly in during high school.  For now, that seems to be Chemistry.  She's all signed up for the basic Chemistry course and another Chemistry elective in spite of technically being enrolled in the art school.

This is only Amber's second night away from home for college.  Her naturally blonde roommate is off whoring herself at some frat party that said roommate's older brother invited her to.  Amber's not bitter about not being invited along.  She would have said no anyway.  She's all too happy to sit her looking happily at her reflection as she reflects upon the fact that her parents would never let her do this.  She'd actually asked once before around her sophomore year of college and her parents forbid it saying that if she dyed her hair, she wouldn't be Amber anymore.  Amber is considering whether she should legally change her name to "Black" and claim she was just following their advice.  Amber is pretty sure 18 is old enough to get a legal name change.  Maybe after she's done with this smiling contentedly crap, she'll look that up on the internet.