"But..." she protested. Her mother wasn't Jewish, and neither of her parents could care less about anything labeled religion. She definitely needed to lie down. The world had gone nutty.
She let this new friend of hers guide her away to the nurse's office. The nurse couldn't find anything wrong with her, so she called her mother. Amber didn't particularly want to see anything else of this world. She wanted to crawl into bed until this nightmare was over.
Meanwhile, there were many things Amber was blissfully unaware of...or not thinking of. One, foremost, was that the wish she'd made had something to do with bullying. She was too caught up in an alternate life to think about it. Secondly...if she hadn't become a cheerleader, who had? There were a variety of girls who showed up to try out, and without her there, someone else would be a cheerleader. The new bully and the new cheerleader were not necessarily the same person.
Amber, instead of thinking of these things, laid down in the nurse's office and curled up into a small ball. Sarah Taylor, her friend, didn't know why, if Amber had gotten some weird amnesia, she seemed put off by her life. In Sarah's opinion, she had a good life. Several friends, good grades, a lot of activities she was involved in, and loving parents. There were plenty of kids at school who were the products of divorce, who were failing...even ones who would jump into bed at the drop of a hat.
Some people teased Amber because she was different. Sarah really didn't care. Aside from Amber not being available on some days, it never effected their friendship.
