Brooke, feeling bored as she hung around on her couch, sighed at the thought of having to wait until her mother left to leave th house. She had faked sick so she could stay home and go out with out her mum or dad finding out where she was or why she was really skipping school.
Hearing the front door open, she layed back on the soft couch, hearing her mothers voice call out, "Bye, make sure to get lots of rest!" With a smile, Brooke didnt respond and listen carefully as the door closed bbehind her mother. Jumping to her feet, Brooke rushed to grab her cell phone and house keys, stuffing the phone into the pocket of her jeans and looping the keys around one of the belt loops. She was planning on looking for more earrings and belly button rings today, and maybe trying to pick out what tattoo she wanted so she could trick her parents into signing the papers.
Rushing out of her house, Brooke closed the door behind her and got into her father's car, waiting for him to come outside and drop her off at school. She had made sure that only her mother had thought she was sick and was staying home, so that made it easy to get a ride to school from her father, then just walk around for a little while.
"Okay," Brooke's gaze shot to the drivers side of the car as her father got into the silver SUV with a sigh, "How long do you plan staying in the classroom today?" A shrug was Brooke's only answer. She could tell he still wasnt happy about the last time she had skipped with her ex boyfriend to go on a walk. The day was burned into her memory for the rest of her life, the day she had been broken up with on what started out the best walk of her life.
As they drove, Brooke stayed quiet and didnt even look at her father as he tried to talk to her about whats right and whats wrong to do with her body. "... And that also means no tattoos, ever. Ricky may have some, but that doesnt mean you can go off and get them. Your mother and I think it isnt right to allow you to get any tattoos with what you've already done to your body, Brooke!" This whole talk only made her want to get one even more now. Maybe something like a rose would be cool? Naw, too over used.. As her mind drifted, and her father rambled on, Brooke stared out the SUV's window with a blank look on her face. She wished she could have her car back, so then she could take TIger out to the vet for his check-ups. She had gotten the car taken away when she was caught looking at different websites about tattoos.
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Sorry, this is the most I can do at the moment… I have to stop a fist fight, then do the dishes. Gabe will be in my next post. }}
by Zaldrīzes » Sun Feb 24, 2013 4:00 am 
