Day 1
"30 days", a reckless voice emerged, putting all calmness of the area to rest. Brooke's eyes flickered to the rigid beat of the presume radio, her mind being clouded to the brim in utter confusion and loss.
"You have 30 days to fall in love", the voice continued, making sure to stand its ground compared to the teenager it was currently conversing with. "30 days or you die"
A face of concern twisted its way upon the blonde's face at the mention of death, her satin shirt being no match for the polished finger nails she was about to pick the material with in worry. She had none to little information on how she got into this peculiar situation, but boy oh boy was it sure the sticky tone to get into.
30 days? Was that all? Brooke laid there in wait, her stomach growling in raw anxiety as if it was a mighty dog at meal time. This sudden urge for romance prickled at her softly kept skin, the mere idea of romance over death intertwining itself with the commotion it already was proceeding to cause. It was not a good feeling, any person with pure anxiety could confirm this for you if needed. The thought lurked on and on, never leaving the familiar Losht's mind. It was all she could think about, but she couldn't sit here and count the minutes she had left to live. She needed to rise up and discuss a plan upon her peers if she had a will to live on, but by now, Brooke was on the verge. She wasn't sure what she longed for anymore, and hope surely was not on the list.
But no matter how she felt on the matter at hand, she had to keep trying. She may have lacked a will to go further on with her current lifestyle, but she swore to herself she would keep trying, whatever the cause may be. There was an unbreakable force pulling her onwards, somewhere, somehow calling out to her in a way only wise men of the west could hear. Her heart ached for a more fulfilling life, and that is something she was sure to claim.
Her lanky fingers flew across a well known phone screen in a urgent, but delicate matter. Her movements were graceful, as if she had practiced the ways of typing many times before. Her pulp lip came into contact with her teeth after she sent the message, nervousness clinging to her sides in a hasty manner.
The previously mentioned text message, of course, was directed at no other than Chloe Valentine herself, Brooke's best friend since the age of three. The two had such a close bond Infact, that the two seem inseparable to those who know only so much about them. And yes, they almost got to the point where they were constantly around each other, fussing over whatever the latest celebrity article was. It was somewhat embedded as a routine for the girls, but her directed text message had nothing to do with such topic. Oh no, what she was trying to converse about was much more significant.
An alarm rang through the quite house at that moment, urging at all those near it to proceed into their daily tasks. It was the alarm, Brooke forgot to turn it off once she awoke five hours ago. Light cracked into the dimly lit room without care, the rustic look of the scenery mingling well with the vibrant smell of the breeze, leaving a sweet, almost like Halloween candy, taste in the girl's mouth.
Brooke couldn't help but smile. Of course, she had possibly just experienced one of the most dreadful moments in her whole lifespan, but that didn't stop the soft smile that worked away upon her lips from forming.
Two minutes had passed, no text messages. The smile she formerly been proud to call her own faded yet again into the atmosphere of the morning, the sulking feeling once more aggressively overcoming her interior. Her guts twisted and turned within, but that didn't stop her from getting her daily chores done.
Her feet danced with ease upon the wooden ground, the noise of pitter patter lifting her spirits ever so gradually. Her body melted into the warm embrace of her casual attire whilst she put it on, an imagery of the Mirror shouting compliments towards her shining brightly into Brooke's mind with determination. She absolutely adored her faithful jacket, and she was not afraid to admit it. Brooke still remained the same size as four years ago, so in short terms, she had owned the article of clothing since she was around 11 years old.
She chuckled at the thought, but she had to remain focused. Her heart sunk when she did, however. She didn't wish to focus on reality right now, because if she did, all the memories of what had happened earlier that day would come crashing down upon her decrepit self like a flooded bank, and that she wasn't quite in the mood for. Not now, not ever, to be exact.
But no matter what happe- The Lohst was brutally interrupted from her scheme of thoughts with the sound of a horn. The bus. She couldn't be late, not after the news she received today. She had to plan fast, an in order to do that she needed to be at school today, even if she despised the place and would kill to leave.
Today was going to be a long day.
Time skip
Lohst could feel the flush overwhelming her face, she had known this day would come, but she never thought it would come so soon. She had dreamt of falling in love slowly and peacefully, with some dude named Alex from target possibly. But it appears as if that imagery was swept under the mat as she was introduced to her new state of life. The state of life in which she had only 30 days to find the love of her life. Only thirty days. She felt herself, yet again, picking at the material that her shirt was sewn with. Brooke ever so longed to stop, but ever since the age of five, it was sort of like a nervous habitat of hers. She always did it when she was anxious, and anyone close enough to Brooke could confirm that statement without hesitation. It was apart of her, whether it be for the better or worse.
Her darkly shaded orbs made their way from left to right, repeatedly viewing the area around her in hopes she would find something useful to her current state. But alas, she was gifted nothing but a few glances of mundane faces in this search. Her shoes clicked against the floor, pining it where it stood. The alinements of her heels made do with the little room they had to work-- due to the incoming students-- forward and strived on nether less.
Brooke pondered on the never ceasing topic, who would I fall for in such a little amount of time?, although the answer was unclear, the voice that beckoned for her arrival wasn't.
"Brooke!" A sharp voice arose from the crowd, followed by the sound of the source opening her locker in a casual manner.
Brooke grinned gingerly from ear to ear upon the other's apparel. It was Chloe, the girl Brooke had been waiting to hear back from ever since she sent that text message. Her eyes fluttered to a widened stance on her complexion, revealing how happy she truly was to see Chloe, though that was often or not no secret, because most everyone knew how much Brooke whole heartedly adored The Valentine. Her brown locks fell upon her shoulders without care, but still managed to look ever so grateful as they laid upon said shoulders. Her almond eyes showed confidence and pride within them, something Brooke could only dream to have. Her features were no test, and any boy would want to rock her boat, anytime, anywhere. The color creme brightly displayed her usual joyfulness, and sometimes stuck-upness, and you better believe Brooke most definitely took pride in both the personality and looks of her best friend 24/7.
"I got your text message", The beautiful brunette spoke up, continuing her previous sentence.
Brooke cocked an eyebrow, shifting her weight to her left heel in the process of expecting Brooke's answer.
Somewhere in between the lines of Brooke's action set off a nerve of Chloe's, her facial expression twisted into distorted look of pure anger, but the smile she forced on said otherwise. Brooke could tell, by being her closest friend for the longest time, that she wanted to yell right then and there. She wanted to scream and drown in a pool of her own pity. Her eyes told her story, and soon her story would be revealed to Brooke as well.
"So I heard you loved Jake"
