Brooklynn's P.O.V
"You're got to be kidding me!"
I turned to the brunette curiously, "What's with you?"
She glared at me and pointed to her algebra assignment, "When am I going to be using this in real life? I don't think I'll be trying to find the value of C anytime in real life!"
I shrugged at her, "Maybe one day, Hannah."
Hannah only deepened her glare, "You're not helping my point here, Brooke."
"I'm not trying to prove your point, I'm only saying you might use it one day."
"When the Hell will I use this in real life?"
"I don't know, technology jobs, construction, who knows." She slammed her head onto the table and groaned in annoyance.
Then, a familiar blonde walked into the room, raising an eyebrow at Hannah and I oddly. "Should I be worried?"
"No, Kayleigh, you really shouldn't." I said, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. Kayleigh nodded and watched as Hannah raised her head again, glaring at me before setting her chin on the table to make her head stay straight.
"I know where you live, Brooke."
I nodded, "Yeah, the room next door to mine." She deepened her frown before glaring at the homework in disgust.
The thing is, we all live together, since all of us are 18 and we're all really good friends, we decided we would get a home and pay the morgage together, which actually works out since our jobs pay pretty well and all of our parents have a small fortune. So, yeah. We got a home with 6 bedrooms, a studio, a decent kitchen, 4 1/2 bath, a living room, screening room, dining room, and more things I honestly can't think of. Oh yeah, and an indoor pool, but that was a bonus!
I heard someone walk into the kitchen but I didn't look up to see who it was, I was too busy cooking and making sure nothing burnt. I heard a familiar voice flood my ears, "Hey Brooke!" I smiled at my best friend, Josie, who sat with a content smile on her face.
"What's with you?" I said, a small laugh escaping during my question, I looked into her vibrant grey eyes and chuckled, "Let me guess, you finally finished you're homework?"
She frowned, "No!" Then she paused for a split second, "Well, yes, but that's not the point."
"What is the point, master?" I said, a mocking tone escaping my lips. That was our inside joke. She loved fantasy movies involving a ruler and their servents who are like close knit family. She also loved the Renaissance. So our joke was that she would pretend she was the ruler and I was her right hand... err... woman.
"The point is that the game is on in an hour!" She stated, her liquid steel eyes boaring into mine. "You have to get Kate to join us."
I inwardly rolled my eyes. We both know that she's probably writing stories and doesn't want to anyone to bother her. "What if I agree to get her to watch the game but still write?" She beamed and nodded, visually satisfied that she can get Kate to watch a football match. I took off my oven mitts and placed them next to the stove, "Stir this, and don't stop. Don't let it burn." Josie nodded and grabbed the wooden spoon out of my hand and began slowly stirring the sause as I walked out of the room.
I began making my way up the steps and walk down the stretch of a hallway and stopping at Kate's room. I knocked on the door, letting the sound of my knuckles hitting the wood echo into her room and waited. I heard a muffled 'Come in,' and I walked into the room. The rooms blue walls were decorated in drawings and I saw a familiar brunette haired girl sitting there at a wooden desk, head down and a pencil gripped in her hand.
"Kate?"
She jumped and turned to me, before sighing, realizing it was me. "Geez, Brooke, you scared me."
I shrugged, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." She rolled her royal blue eyes at me.
"You're method is scaring the crap out of me."
"Hense why I won't fix it."
She chuckled and turned in her chair to face me, "What is it?"
"Dinners almost ready and Josie asked if you wanted to watch football with us?"
She nodded, "Sure, I can watch it."
I smirked, "You have writer's block, don't you?"
"I'm out of ideas!" She exclaimed, gesturing to the notebook next to her.
I nodded and motioned for her to follow me downstairs. When we got down there, I took out the chicken from the oven and put some spaghetti with sause onto each plate before grabbing my own and walked out into the dining room. After the meal, all of us gathered in the screening room and watched the game, watching the white and black ball get passed back and forth between teams. This is my life, apart from school. This is the kind of life I enjoyed, apart from the resitant 'Bad Boys' at my school, who makes us like rejects. But I don't think any of us care, we're proud to be ourselves. And to be more honest.
The Lord only knows what life has ahead of us.
And I'm proud to say I can't wait to know what life has in store for us.
We just didn't know it would turn our world upside down.
