Chance✔️

Chapter 4: Brooklyn

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"Ash, hurry up!" I shout her over. It's time! Last period has just ended and it's 3 o clock. And it's Tuesday. You know what that means!

Crime Club!

Honestly I can't wait. This is seriously my dream. Ashlyn says it's her dream too. Now this is the best of both worlds. All we would have been doing if we went home would be getting shouted at or doing something really boring. It's not easy being a foster kid, you know. I love Ashlyn though. I'm not scared to say my feelings anymore so I'm sorry if I keep repeating it Brooke, but we both know you love that girl whether she loves you back or not.

I really want to date her. I've known her about 2 weeks now and she's just omg- She's just amazing all-round. I've never met anyone like her to be honest.

School said we could bring our own clothes in to go to Crime Club and I've packed some clothes for me and some for Ashlyn just in case, you know, she forgets or something. I'm an over-thinker and an extremely prepared person. I'm also nice so packing extra clothes could fit into all of those categories, I guess. But all week I've not been able to stop thinking about what Ashlyn will wear (as long as she doesn't forget to pack clothes of course) because her style just seems so immaculate like even with her uniform. She pulls it off so well. Ashlyn wears her tie to the perfect length, unbuttons the top button, wears a black headband on her black hair, has black bracelets around her wrist, her skirt rolled up, black knee socks rolled down to her ankles and wears the most ambrosial perfume I have ever smelled. Ash is just the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. There's no other way about it.

"Hi Brooke!" She puffs a lot.
She's just ran from English. Crime club is in the hall and English is on the complete opposite side of the school.
Oh. My. God. Her clothes- she must've gotten changed at the end of dinner. I wondered where she had gone. Ash is wearing a black oversized hoodie, black and white converse, a black scrunchie to hold up her high ponytail, those bracelets she usually wears, black ripped jeans and navy blue socks. Yes, I took attention to every. single. little detail. She's absolutely gorgeous and her style is just everything. The mascara and the clear lip gloss along with the outfit just finishes everything off.

"So what we doing today then, do you know?"
"Aha not yet Ash." I pause for a minute in awe of her appearance. "We'll have to wait 'til we get in. You seem puffed out!"
"I am Brooke, trust me. I love you sista!"

She runs and jumps into my arms, giving me a huge hug. I can't help but blush and smile. This makes me extremely happ-

"Do you think we should go in now?"
"Sure, come on Ash. I love you more by the way!"
"No you don't, come on. Race you!"

Gently placing her down, I realise that maybe she loves me too. She said 'sista' though, basically meaning best friend. I still feel loved, however, something I've never really felt by anyone-ever.

Ashlyn and I enter the hall and there are Crofley's Crime Club workers, teachers and one police officer. Wow, this isn't even the real thing but yet they have a police officer! As soon as I entered the room I felt a sense of warmth. I felt that maybe this could lead to something bigger than it first seems. Possibly New Zealand. That's the other side of the world, Brooke. Thousands of miles away. Woah. I wonder why the information about New Zealand was on the back of the leaflet. Do they not want anyone to know? Well why not? New Zealand is a trip of a lifetime and when you can possibly move there because of some little club at school, I think that should be spoken about!

But if Ash and I keep it secretive, maybe we'll have more chance of winning...

Ash turns her head and looks at me. Her hazel eyes spark a fire in my heart and make me blush and smile- again. I told you I'm in love with this girl. I think I am anyway. She gives me a cheeky smile back and her dimples slowly move upwards. She softly moved her curly black hair to the side of her face and tightened her ponytail. This is when I knew stuff was about to go down. When a girl tightens her ponytail, you know that's it. Slowly, she steps forward and gives her name in at the front desk in the hall. Then I realised, 'shoot, it's my turn next.' I zoned out for a minute there.