Why? That is the question Amber asked as she's literally thrown out of bed. Why was she born a freak? Why was she still alive? Why wasn't she accepted as she was?
Amber had a special power. She could see the spirits of the dead that had not yet been able to pass on to the next life. She could talk to them and help them pass on. She could be affected by them. If a spirit was evil it could easily ruin her day. She didn't have any trouble controlling the evil spirits though. Something about her caused them fear.
"Get up, brat," a woman, her mother, demanded.
"I'm not a brat," she muttered as she glared at the woman.
Her mother smiled widely. "That, my dear, is where you are wrong. You are whatever I say you are, and I say you a brat," she told Amber her voice dripping venom.
Amber backed off rapidly as her tone of voice made her fearful. "S-s-sorry..."
"You better be, brat."
"S-s-so what are today's plans..."
"We have six families coming wanting to hear from their deseased family members. I want you to tell them exactly what they want to hear."
"But most of the time there isn't even a spirit with them."
"I don't care, Brat."
"Why do you keep me when it's clear you don't like me?"
"Money," her mother responded clearly not feeling slightly bad about it at all.

this is just a little teaser to the next story i might work on. depending on how well its recieved i might continue it. so if you like it let me know. i will give it two months to get about 15 views. if it doesnt get that many then ill discontinue this. wooo