Brooklyn

Picture day | nineteen

i woke up on my living room couch, my mom towering over me,"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up,"Like you care."

"I'm a week clean." She spoke, sitting next to me,"I feel so dead but alive at the same time."

I looked up at her. She looked different. healthier, cleaner... happier. I gave a small smile,"Really? that's- wow! that's amazing!"

"thank you, baby. now tell me why i walked in and saw my daughter with tears stained on her cheeks."

I sighed remembering everything that happened last night. Shrugging my shoulders i replied,"I screwed up.. and i can't blame anyone for it."

The rest of the day was spent telling my mom everything. It was so good to have someone that wasn't disappointing me.

When i finally finished catching her up on what she missed she grinned. "Make him want you."

i raised an eyebrow,"What?"

"Make him want you and when he does, break his heart. He doesn't care, right? So why should you?" she kissed my forehead,"Whatever you decide to do, i'm here for you. I'll be upstairs watching tv. come join if you want. good night."

I thought long and hard about what she said. Yes, i know what you are thinking.. 'Brooklyn you screwed up, Not him so why are you trying to get revenge?' well, if i truly liked someone it wouldn't go away in six days, let me tell you that.

I jogged to my room and went straight to my closet. I scanned around for anything i could find. I picked out (the pic above) . I put it out onto my bed and decided on just mascara

The Next Morning. (3rd p.o.v)

Brooklyn woke up early on Monday and took a quick shower, using her coconut scented body wash and shampoo. When she got out she dried her hair and put on the outfit she picked up last night. she sat at her makeup counter and started on it. she didn't go to dramatic on her look. She curled her already curly hair, and did a half up-half down ponytail. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her bag and phone and made her way downstairs. She promised Debbie she would walk with her so she walked over and tried opening the door. it was locked. So she knocked on the door.

Carl opened it and looked at her, But she ignored him and pushed past him, going up the stairs to Debbie's room.

"Wow! you look really good for picture day!" Debbie squeals, looking Brooklyn up and down.

"Picture day?" Brooke laughed,"I forgot about picture day."

"Then why are you all dressed up.. or should i say dressed down?" Debbie raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes,"I can't just look good because i want to look good? Damn, why you always on my case?"

"Whatever you say," Debbie uncrosses her arms and grabs her bag," Let's go. wouldn't want to be late."

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Word count: 510
date: 08/05/17
time: 01:51 am

sorry this is taking me so long to write, i'm planning other stories! also my friend picked out that outfit thing so excuse it LOL