Table for Five

Invisible to the Hollywood Shrine

So, since when was leaving your daughter in Chicago, all alone, considered good parenting?
Oh yeah, that's right. NEVER!
I bet your confused, huh? No need to worry, so was I.
So long story short, my parents decided that it was better for me to spend my teenage years in Chicago than New York, where I was born, were all my friends were, were I was home.
Now I'm stuck in a apartment in the middle of Illinois, where I know no one, except that one cute waiter. Ever since my parents left me here, four months ago, I've been going to this coffee shop down the road. I walk there every morning and get a caramel frappe, and at 6:00, that hot waiter comes in. I think his name is Brendon, yeah! Brendon... that's all I wake up for.
My parents made an agreement with this new high school I've been forced into. Apparently the deal is that I get to spend 4 of the months of school out of school, so I can get a feel for the city. Makes sense I guess, but I have made no friends. Maybe I'm friends with Brendon, he does say hello every morning... maybe he's forced too.

I woke up when my alarm went of, 5:30. Fun, first day of school, and I have to get up this early! I sighed and began to get out of bed. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower, I turned on the water and felt the glorious feeling of warm liquid falling in my skin. I stood there for a second, then I began shampoo the mop on my head that is called hair. This took longer than normal people because my hair is VERY curly.  I ran my fingers through my locks with conditioner then washed it all out once again. I turned the water nob off and stepped out of the shower, I reached for my towel and pulled it off its hanger. I dried myself off and tied my hair up in the towel. I walked back into the bedroom and scanned the room for my record player. I finally found it and placed a record on it, Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. What a great record. I hummed along to it as I styled my hair. I pulled out my abnormally large amount of make up, my brushes, and eyebrow comb. I moisturized my face and then applied pore decreasing cream and followed with foundation. I then covered my face in powder, now to my favorite part, MASCARA!!!!
I coated my eyelashes with the thick, black, liquid. I smiled at my reflection and turned back around to hind my new hoop earrings I had bought just for today. Because, today, was a special day, the day I finally got to go to school. I had set out my clothes the night before, I walked over to the chair I had draped them over. I picked up a new, bright pink tank top and some ripped up jeans (as seen in picture above). I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I shoved my phone into my pocket and closed the door behind me. I had woken up a little early so I could still stop by the coffee shop, just to see Brendon. I walked to the store and strode in casually.
"Good morning, Ms. Brooklyn!" Brendon called at me. I blushed and waved at him as I approached the register.
"Just the usual.." he smiled again and started on my drink.
"Today is the big day, huh?" He said attempting to start a conversation between us, no one else was there.
"Sure is! Oddly enough, I'm kind of excited." I replied in his direction. He wasn't looking at me, so I could look at him. His lips were so plump, his eyes fixed on preparing my drink. His hair framed his face and a few strands fell out of place, but he still looked so perfect.
"Okay Brooks, here you are!" I snapped out of my daze to see him coming towards me. I tightened up.
"That'll be $5." He stated, I handed him the money and took the drink in exchange.
"See ya tomorrow!" I called as I left the homey coffee shop.
I examined the cup he had handed me, my name written on it, and a little note.
Brooklyn-
Have fun today. I know you'll do great! <3
I smiled, he really did care about me. I started walking towards the Bart station to ride to school. I took a sip, mmmmmm... caramel.
Everyday I had the same thing, but everyday I loved it more and more, just like I loved Brendon more and more.
As I approached the train I shoved my headphones in my ears and sat down.
Pretty soon I had arrived at my stop, sooner than I had anticipated.
I took one last sip of my drink and thrusted the cup into a near by trash can. I took a deep breath and remembered Brendon's words.
You'll do great.
He's right! Lets do this!
As I strode into the campus I got a few looks, but nothing to judgmental. I entered the office and approached the desk,
"Hi. I'm the new student, Brooklyn Rinker, the one from New York?"
The woman smiled and gathered some papers.
"Here sweetheart, this is your schedule, here is just some fun information about your teachers, let me walk you to your class." She lifted off her chair and came around the desk. She was short, a little chubby, she had a round face and warm, loving eyes, like the dream grandma. I smiled as she signaled me to follow her. She even smelled like fresh baked cookies. She led me to a tan colored room with a blue door.
"This is your first period, Mr. Varraso's English class." She stated proudly. I thanked her and entered the room.
"Ah! Just in time!" A tall, middle aged man waved me over to stand next to him. He laid his hand on my shoulder, "Class, this is Brooklyn. She's new here, from New York right?" He asked me. I nodded, he smiled and told me I could take any seat I wanted. I scanned the classroom for a chair. None seemed to be open,
"Excuse me, Sir?" I asked this new teacher," there aren't any chairs open."
He furrowed his eyebrows,
"Here's one miss." A little man wearing a fedora patted on the seat next to him. I turned and nodded in Mr.Varraso's direction and started walking to the chair.
The boy smiled and waved, I waved back and focused on the lesson.
"Today we are learning about adjectives! Yaaaaaay."
The teacher through his hands in the air sarcastically. I smiled and took out my notebook titled English, in my mother's handwriting. I opened to the first page of my notebook and began to doodle was he spoke. It is just my way of taking notes, I can understand them, I can understand all the principles, all the rules, with just a few drawings. My old teachers said it was a gift. Everyone else began packing their thinks, so I followed suit. As I sipped up my bag I caught the short kid staring at me, I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"I like your drawings." He said, trying to break the awkwardness. I chuckled,
"It's just how I take notes."
He smiled again and nodded, as if saying, that's cool.
Off to my next class!
I stared down at my schedule,
2nd period- PE
Well fuck.