Enchanted Experiments

Chapter 4 - Brooke

I put on a pretty basic outfit; Lulumelon black leggings, a white long sleeve shirt, and platform white converse. It’s pretty much the dress code for my friend group, everyone expects you to wear something like that. Nothing happens if you don’t, just a few people talking about it.  I don’t mind though, in fact I’ve grown to like the outfits anyway. My mom is driving me to school right now, I always show up really early. Something to do with the sport coaches, I’m not really sure. I dabbed some lip gloss on me, and said “Goodbye, Mom! Love you.”, as I stepped out of the car door. “Bye Brooke! See you soon.”, she yelled. I tried not to focus on the fact that she hadn’t really said I love you.

It’s still early in the morning, the other girls will probably show up soon at the bathroom. It’s kind of a meet up spot, we all just talk there and take up the bathroom. I’m not really possessive of the bathroom but the rest of my friends are. They give rude stares to everyone who is trying to use the bathroom. We stay there until 7:50 then get to class. I’m not tired though, most people would, it’s really early to be awake but I go to sleep early so everything checks out. My mom wants to take care of me and makes sure I get 10 hours of sleep every night. I walk around in laps, the bathroom is actually kind of big. It’s bigger than most of the bathrooms in the school, it’s a bathroom for all the grade levels.

Soon, Harper came in. She had golden brown hair, it’s such a pretty color. She also wore black leggings, a hoodie, with ugs. I didn’t realize when, but I started jogging around the bathroom and greeted her, “Hi Harper!”, coming to a stop. I hugged her, and she hugged me back, smiling. It felt so warm to have a hug, I’m not sure why exactly , there’s something about hugs that I crave. “Hey Brooke!”she greeted, pulling away from me. She walked to the mirror and checked her reflection, staring harshly at her face. I saw nothing wrong with it, but of course women will always find the one that’s wrong about them. No matter how hard it is to search for them sometimes.

“Ugh, my skin is blemished.”, she frowned.

Instinctively, I said, “Girl your skin looks perfect. Don’t worry about it.”. I placed my hand on her shoulder comfortingly. She forced a smile towards me. She pulled away from the mirror, satisfied with judging herself, and sat down. Her posture seemed to ease up, and then her rant  started. “Okay, you will not believe what Alex said to me..”

I chimed in with an occasional follow-up question, trying to act my best to be interested. I am so tired of their constant complaints about each other, I feel terrible listening to everyone. Trying to act like I’m on everyone’s side but if I’m on Harper’s side, then I’m not on Alex’s side. But if I’m on Alex’s side, then I’m not on Harper’s side. She was only talking about Alex for 10 minutes because soon Kaitlyn came in. Harper quickly got quiet, thinking it was Alex. Kaitlyn had wavy hair, with highlights, and sleepy green eyes. She still looked pretty even when she was tired. As she walked into the bathroom, she offered us a half smile and went on her phone.

Then, Harper started ranting again. This time, she started walking around the bathroom, pacing herself aggressively. Stomping around, at this point yelling. I forgot what she was even mad about. Seriously, these children need to stop getting so mad about each other. “I’m so frickin tired of her I might just-”, she yelled. “Stop right there.”, I snapped. The bathroom got really quiet when she stopped talking and Kaitlyn looked up from her phone. I gave out an exasperated sigh. “Look, how about you calm down please? Take deep breaths and direct yourself.”, I ordered.

Whatever she wanted to say, she stopped, and held a bubble in her mouth, pouting. She finally breathed in, as I held on to her shoulders. Her eyebrows furrowed as she closed her eyes. I was glad for a moment of silence, as I guided her to sit down. She looked so much better and calmed down. Kaitlyn looked at me and smiled at me proudly, like a mother who smiles at her children. During this time, more people started to arrive. Me, Kaitlyn, and Harper are the early group. After 7:15, people start to arrive a lot more. I had steered Harper into stopping talking about Alex and instead we talked about what we would get tattooed. After much convincing on Harper’s side, I agreed that I would be matching with her with half of a volleyball. Deep down, we both knew it was never going to happen, but there is no harm of dreaming.