Once I had given my few choice words to Sam, I looked over to see Brooklyn, lying on the snow covered ground, her eyes closed. I rushed over to her, my eyes wide. Holding her up slightly, I asked, "Brook, you okay?" She gave me no response, and I almost went into a full state of panic.
"I've already lost my mom and dad, I can't loose Brook too." I said to myself. Thank God that she was very light, because I knew I would have to carry her back to the school's hospital unit. I picked her up in the way that a groom would a bride, which in other words means bridal style, and started running, knowing that I had to get Brook to the hospital unit as soon as possible.
It felt as if the world was falling, burning, but the only thing that could keep my flame burning was Brooklyn. It almost felt like she was the gasoline to my spark. I found it slightly funny, considering the fact that I was only fourteen, yet it felt like I was in a movie, playing the hero. Except that Brook is not a damsel in distress, she's the hero that got hurt. Again.
Almost as soon as I got back to the school, people began to notice that something was wrong. A counselor by the name of David walked up to me. "What happened to her?" He asked. "Some perv at the coffee shop attacked her because he harassed her, and she reported it to the manger, hence the perv loosing his job."
David nodded, then shouted behind him, "We need a medic!" In a flash, two teenagers ran up to me, and put Brook on a stretcher. "Get her patched up, and check for a concussion and any physical injuries. Report to Dr.Reinson with your findings. The two teenagers were off as quickly as they came, and I just stood there like an idiot.
David must've seen my sad expression, because he said, "Listen kid, you did the right thing, bringing her back here." He smiled, and his blue eyes showed a mix of happiness and concern. His blond hair was sticking out from under his hat. He smiled down at me. "What're you staring at me for?" I asked, noticing that David was staring at me.
"I just find it sweet, how much you care for her." "You mean Brooklyn?" I asked, turning pink. "Listen, I hate to break it to ya, but we're just friends." David rolled his eyes. As he walked away, he patted me on the back and said, "Ya, and pigs fly."
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When She Was Put Back Together Again
Teen FictionBrooklyn. Poor, poor Brooklyn. After surviving a physically and emotionally abusive father, she has to try to regain control of her life. When her mom sends her off to a school for other kids dealing with similar trauma, she meets someone who maybe...
