☼two weeks later☼
"Brookelyn Mckenzie Parker!" I hear Brendon yell from outside my door.
I groan and slowly open my eyes. The clock on my nightstand read 6:30 am. Why is he yelling for me this early?
I get up and open my door to see Brendon fully dressed and hair slicked back. I gave him a confused look.
"Did mom not tell you we start school today?" he asks, noticing my confused face.
Shit. I totally forgot. "Ugh, I'll be ready in 30," I groan once more and close the door.
I walk over to my closet and grab a t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. I take a quick shower and get dressed. I put on makeup and put my hair in a messy pony tail. When I walk out of my room, I slide on my vans and grab my backpack. I see Brendon sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee with my mom.
"Look whose finally up!" my mom says with a laugh.
I roll my eyes and laugh, grabbing an apple. "So, mom," I start, "are you going to drive us to school or..?"
"Oh right! Grandma is picking you guys up in about 5 minutes to take you to school because I have a job interview at 8:30 in downtown LA," she replies.
"Oooh for what?" Brendon chimes in.
"A law firm that I interned at when I used to live out here."
"You used to live in Los Angeles?" I ask, my mouth dropping.
"Yeah whe-," my mom's phone cuts her off. "Hello? Ok they'll be down in a moment." She gives Brendon and me the look to leave and we obey. We walk downstairs and meet our grandma in the parking garage.
"I call shotgun!" Brendon yells and hops in the front seat. I roll my eyes and get in the back.
"Hey nana!" I greet my grandmother.
"Hey honey, you look beautiful!" she compliments. I literally look like shit but ok grandma.
"Thanks," I laugh and we were off to school.
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About 15 minutes later we get to school. Brendon and I get our schedules and walk off in different directions. Since Brendon is a senior and I am a sophomore, we don't really have any classes together except lunch if you want to count that as a class.
I walk my way over to my first hour to see I have Child Development . I walk in and instantly feel awkward. Everyone is talking to each other or on their phone. I quickly sit down and pull out my phone. I scroll through twitter and instagram and start to get FOMO (feeling of missing out) when I see that everyone in Miami still has a few more days of summer.
I put my phone away when I notice class is about to start. The bell rings and the teacher, Mrs. Anderson, starts to hand out the syllabus. A few minutes into the class, a girl walks in trying to catch her breathe. Mrs. Anderson stops talking and looks at her.
"Sorry Mrs. A, I slept in," the girl says and hands her a pass.
"Oh how nice of you to join us Sam, please take a seat," Mrs. Anderson makes a gesture towards the seats. Sam takes a seat behind me and Mrs. A continues explaining the rest of the semester.
I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Hey new kid," I hear a whisper from behind me. I turn around and see Sam smiling at me. "Can I borrow a pencil?"
"Uh, sure," I say and give her a pencil.
"Thanks. What's your name?" she asks.
"Brooke, how bout you?"
"Sam," she smiles and I turn around.
