WE ALL search for villains in our story. It's way easy to blame someone else for our mistakes, pointing the finger at someone who made our lives harder.And when it comes to choosing between ourselves or someone else, one day we are going to have to choose ourselves. The agreement with Chase Hart was like a deal with the devil.
Brooklyn couldn't do what Chase wanted, breaking Logan's heart wasn't the plan. But how could she not choose herself this time ? She was about to go to jail, so here she was with a broken heart again. So is Brooklyn Williams the villain in her own story?
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IT WAS weekend when the colleges open for the future students who want apply. Brooklyn could care less about the college today,not after all going on.
Brooklyn stumbled into the classroom, her sneakers echoing off the cold linoleum floor. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her. She was the only one who hadn't made it on time.
"I am late, sorry," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The professor's gaze remained on her, unyielding.
Ella Montgomery, her voice was calm and measured as she responded, "Brooklyn, please take a seat." The air thickened with a palpable tension, a stark contrast to the warm, welcoming atmosphere that had been cultivated earlier. The room was filled with rows of eager faces, all eager to soak in the wisdom of the seasoned educator, their anticipation hanging in the air like mist before dawn.
Her friend Hanna, who sat in the back, offered a reassuring smile. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes in the sea of judgmental stares. The class continued, but Brooklyn found it hard to focus, her thoughts racing like a river after a storm.
As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the session, the room erupted into a cacophony of zipping backpacks and shuffling chairs. Hanna was by her side in a heartbeat, her words cutting through the din. "Can you guys come over after school?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of urgency.
Spencer, the one with the golden touch for everything she did, had her plate full today. "I can't," she replied with a sigh. "I have a strategy session at the Brew. My mom hired some spin doctor to make me shiny and new again."
Brooklyn's eyes widened. "I am gonna pretend that I know what do you mean by that "
They walked in the school hall, the scent of floor cleaner and stale textbooks mingling with the faint hum of distant conversations. They stopped by Brooklyn's locker, a metal rectangle that had been the keeper of her secrets for the last three years. She punched in the combination, the familiar clicks echoing through the corridor.
