Awoken Chaos

Chapter 8

"Brooke, are you going to school?" Madison questioned as she opened the door to her daughter's bedroom. Brooke pulled the polka dotted cover over he head in answer. "Come on, B. If you aren't going to school then at least don't sleep all day."

Madison stepped through the doorway and noted that Brooke had indeed taken down her camera from her closet and had placed it on top of her white dresser. Madison pulled the covers back down from Brooke's face and she cringed at the sudden light shone in her morning face. Brooke huffed knowing she'd lost against her mother again, so she sat up straight in her bed. Still no words left her mouth.

"So now you aren't going to speak?" The hazel eyed woman asked. Brooke stared at her blankly. "Fine, then I guess I'll just go spend my day alone. I'll have to shop for a winter formal dress alone. And expensive shoes alone. And accessory shopping all by myself. And who knows what I'll do with my nails."

Brooke perked up as her mother began to speak to her as if she really was her mom. Madison didn't go shopping, at least she didn't do any that Brooke knew of. Brooke figured she'd just go dress shopping when Lydia and Allison went in a few weeks when everything at Macy's would be on sale.

"Maybe I can go get starbucks while I'm out too. Hmm, I guess I'll have to do my best. By myself." She teased on while standing up and walking closer and closer to Brooke's door. Finally, she sighed.

"You win. I'll go." Brooke said.

"That's my girl. Be ready in 10, okay? I'll be in the car." Madison stated before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

Brooke wondered why her mother was suddenly so interested in her school life, or rather her after-school life. Her mother knew that Brooke was exceptionally smart and she knew that Scott and Stiles were great friends to her, but it was different the way she acted that morning.

With a shake of her head, Brooke pushed the covers off of her and stepped out of bed onto the carpeted floor beneath her feet. Her eyes landed on the deep blue camera sitting on her dresser. Maybe that's why, Brooke thought, maybe Mom is bribing me so I'll go willingly into the business again. Sighing, Brooke decided to leave the 'why' alone and just get ready for it. Brooke needed the dress anyways.

When Brooke walked out of her room, she was wearing a plain green v-neck shirt and light toned jeans. Her socks were mismatched with a fox face on one and the other yellow and black striped. Brooke's favorite thing was to make her socks different, that and she never kept two same socks for long; one always disappeared.

Before walking out the front door, Albert Morrell stopped his daughter from leaving. He held up a box of brand new white and green running shoes. Brooke's eyes enlarged as she marveled in their beauty.

"Dad, their beautiful." Brooke spoke, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Early birthday present, they were on sale anyways." Albert shrugged. Brooke slipped them on without question. "Have a good day with your mother, Brookie."

Albert kissed Brooke on the forehead then held the door open for her as she walked out of their house. Brooke almost felt nauseous seeing her parents act so. . . alien. Brooke didn't even realize her Dad had come home. He usually spent the Fall and Winter months working jobs in Maine or sometimes Michigan. But she smiled on the outside to hide her questions and made her way to her waiting mother in her normal, regular car. Brooke half-expected to see a brand new one when she turned the corner, but sighed in relief seeing the family car she'd grown to love.

Brooke peered over at Stiles' house, Roscoe wasn't sitting in his parking space and the cruiser wasn't there either. Her smile faded into a straight line, so Brooke walked to the passenger side and sat next to her giddy mother. A chuckle left Brooke's mouth.