For the love of a daughter

It's only the beginning

"Brook wake up!" There was hammering at my door and Flics familiar voice traveled through the wood

"What the fuck do you want Flic?" I groaned sleepily, not even moving my head from under the pillow.

"Eve wants to see you in her office NOW." I muttered a string of curses under my breath until I heard Flic sigh and walk away, all it will be is to tell me I once again have been rejected from placement.

Anyway I really should tell you all who I am because, I suppose if you don't know who ad what I really am you proberly go and do something stupid like care about, then I'll just hurt you and you'll have a strong and mutual feeling of hete for me.

I'm Booklyn Penner but I prefer Brook, no last name just Brook I fell like a last name means I'm owned by someone and trust me that is the last godamn thing I want
I am just your usual fucked up kid in foster care, shitty family background or just shitty family in general and now I have deepseted issues or as my social workers describes them 'Quirks'. No.
My mum died when I was 3 and my dad couldn't cope so of to my Aunt's I went and things didn't go down to well there but hey ho they thought it was okay to abuse me in everyway shape and form, so it must have been right?

It's just as shit here as it was with my Aunt, the only difference is people notice little things, like me spending longer in the bathroom then anyone else. The smell of alcohol and weed on my clothes when I sneak out, there always seems to be someone around.

"Brook get the fuck up!" Flic had returned to my door and was now hammering away like there was no tomorrow 

"I'm up. I'm fucking up." I screamed back and I once again listened as she walked off, I threw the covers off and winced as I threw my legs off the bed and went over to my wardrobe and scanned the arrey of black and grey cloth, all long in the sleeve and leg mostly. Finnaly I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and black sweatshirt.

I put my glasses on and kept my hair in it's messy bun, avoiding the mirror I grabbed my phone and scrammed out the door. My shoulder collided with someone sending them toppeling to the floor, I offered my hand out for them but soon retracted it when I realised it was Lea.

"Watch where you're fucking going fatty." She spat before jumping off the floor and dusting of her overly pink outfit.

"Whatever." I snapped back rolling my eyes.

"Show me some respect freak." She snarled before shoving me into the wall, quickly I forced my self back up and slammed my fist into her face once again sending her flying to the floor. I bent down into her ear.

"Don't call me freak ever again okay." I hissed before getting up and flouncing down the stairs and to Eve's office, I didn't bother knocking instead I just threw the door open and flung my self down on the nearest available seat.

"What have I told you about knocking Brooklyn." Eve snapped, I just sat there slumped in the chair picking at my nails.

"Knocking is for people who give a shit." I said blandly to her.

"And what have I told you about cursing." She let out an exasperated sigh and set her glassing down on the table.

"Like I said I don't give a fuck." I narrowed my eyes at her while she just rolled her eyes.

"Anyway Brook, this is Demi, Demi this is Brook" I looked across to the sofa and there sat Demetria Devonne Lovato who may I add is even more beautiful in the flesh. She flashed me that award winning smile and I could feel my heart melt, well when I say heart I actually mean this tiny little lump of ice that supplies blood to my body it's not an actual heart, but I like to pretend it is in moments like this.