Riiiinnnngggg!!
Riiiinnnngggg!!
Riiiiiinnnnngg!!!Thats the sound of the first bell to first block which was math. I hurry through the hall, struggling with the pile of books in my arms, running around students left and right. Dammit, im late, like soo late, i cant afford to get wrote up so close to graduation. I take off into almost a sprint when i see the narrow brown door ahead till i skid to a stop infront of it. I smooth down my hair and clothes, trying to look as if i didnt just a run a marathon to get here, softly opening the door i poke my head in. Mr.Grant waved me in looking over the top of his wire rimmed glasses, i slid in taking my seat by the door. Sorry...
Where are my manners? My name is Brooke.
Brooke Foster to be exact, im 18 years old, a senior at WestWood highschool. I am 5'7, and 140 lbs of beautiful all natural African- American. I have soft, puffy curls that reaches just below my shoulders, with smooth chestnut colored skin. I have stunning light brown eyes but they often get hidden by my thick framed dorky glasses but enough about me. Anyways, i am so excited because today is the last day of school, then the big finale....Graduation. Its tomarrow and i am so excited my palms are sweating already. Not to mention the biggest party of the year is going down after graduation, ive been planning this night down to a "T" since freshman year. I already have the perfect outfit, the perfect make up, even a timed scheduel. My parents are excited, my friends are excited, the whole damn town is excited. I live in Fort peirce, which is a small town with not a lot of excitement in it. I can literally name four parties throughout my whole childhood but im really not a party girl, id rather study for an upcoming test. If its one thing mom and dad taught me, its to take my education seriously, its the gate way to all your dreams, to your whole life. One day i hope to be a crime scene investigator, i want to solve some of the biggest cases in the world and i know im not gonna do that by partying day and night, now am i?
...... As i am sitting in class my best friend, Remy, waddles in about 30 minutes late, from the look on Mr.Grants face, i can tell hes pissed but knowing her, she could give zero fucks. He better be glad she even showed up at all, let me tell you a little bit about my girl remy. She is like my other half, or should i say ,my dangerous half. She does everything that i myself is to scared to do or that i wished i could do, we have been friends since the third grade and i wouldnt trade her for the world.
....... Mr.Grant stands up wiping his sweaty hands on his stiff pants "Alright class, as you know tomorrow is the big day that we have all been waiting for. I just want you all to know that i am very proud of each and everyone of you. I wish you all the very best in life from this day forth, full of success, porosperity, and happiness." The class ended quickly after his announcement, i linked arms with remy walking out of the class "Wow, who saw that coming? The whole year it seemed like he hated each and every one of us, like his job was pure torture". Remy laughed nodding her head "Okayy!! Now all of a sudden he "wished us all the best", absolutely laughable" they burst out laughing at her impression. Remy looked her in her eyes looking all of a sudden serious but then again serious for remy was laid-back to other people "Do you have your clothes ready for tomorrow night? Im not gonna lie i have no idea what im going to wear at all at this point. Im 5 minutes away from wearing my good ole trusty birthday suit" Brooke burst out laughing slapping her playfully on the arm "Nice try fucker, if you can ask my mom to pick us up from school and take us to the mall, i can help you find a proper outfit for tomorrow night, something classic remy style". She snorted "And whats that?", Brooke smirked "Bold and sexy of course". Remy shrugged smiling "Sounds perfect, thanks bestie". I shoot my mom a text and of course she says yes, my mom is always down for the mall and any excuse to shop. "She said okay, she will be here by 2 so after last period just meet me by the gym and ill call my mom and tell her where to get us." Remy nodded checking her phone for the time before hugging me and stolling to her next class like she didnt have a care in the world, that girl... I just laughed walking to my own class.
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Red Light
General FictionBrooke Foster was your average teenage highschool girl, with big hopes and dreams not to mention the ambition to back them up. Who has her whole life planned out from college to marriage to career, until graduation night when the biggest party of th...