Scarred // michael clifford

Welcome to Hell

//why is fetus michael beautiful? oh yeah cause it's michael freaking clifford//
•Brooklynn's POV•

"Gwen are you almost here?" I yelled through the phone.

Gwenith Marie Patrick, aka my best friend in the entire universe. She was short, brown hair cut into a simple bob, and green eyes resembling emeralds. For her small frame she surely was filled to perfection, as all of the male population thought so.

We met in 4th grade. When my friends all talked behind my back and said I was a horrible friend. I sat alone on the swing set, tears in my eyes and the Gwen came up to me and gave me a lollipop and wanted to be my friend. We were inseparable since.

"Calm down I just pulled up in your driveway." She replied.
I took a final glance in the mirror. My hair looked decent. I liked the lavender with my blonde. I adjusted my red flannel and high waisted black jeans.

A familiar beep of her convertible and I was out the door. I threw my bag in, not bothering to open the door and jumped in.

"I swear if you dent my baby one day I'm going to cut your legs off." She threatened.

"I'm so scared." I said sarcastically. She glared at me as if I offended her. "Gwen you are the smallest person I know. I'm pretty sure I could take you."

"I don't know. I've been taking those kick-boxing classes and I could easily take your ass."

I laughed. Probably too much. I clutched my stomach because I couldn't stop.

"You're so mean!" She groaned. After putting the car in reverse, we were headed off to the last place I wanted to go.

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"Welcome to hell." Gwen said as she put the car into park.

I chuckled, but sighed knowing I was here.

"It's not too late! We can ditch this place and be free." I suggested, getting overly anxious.

"Come on Brookie. It's senior year. 180 days until were set free and aren't tied down." She turned her car off and grabbed her backpack from the back.

"I've lived 12 years my life at school. I'm over it." I rolled my eyes walking to the guidance office.

"Name please." The lady with small rimmed glasses who seemed as bummed that summer was over as every student in this school.

"Brooklynn Young."

"BROOKE?!" A screech came from across the hall.

I turned to see Jessie. Fuck no.
Jessica Thompson. Captain of the pep squad. She believed everyone was her friend and that everyone liked her. Well I despised her. Her overly high pitched voice and fake nails, hair, nose, and boobs just annoyed the shit out of me. She thought of us as friends. Ha no.

"Jessie." I groaned. She ran up to me as fast as her 6 in heels could take her. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I stood there awkwardly.

"It's so good to see you! Oh my god your hair. Its so cute! We should've hung out over summer. Why didn't you answer your phone?" She said as twirling her fingers through my hair.

I pushed her hands away. "I don't like you." I said plainly, but with all honesty.

She giggled, "You're too funny Brooke." She playfully pushed me, "well I'll see you later." She did the lame air kiss thing on both the sides of my cheeks.

I looked at Gwen, who was laughing. I fake gagged, which caused her to laugh more.

"Lemme see your schedule." She said as snatching it out of my hands. "Ap Calculus, English, Economics, and Science." She said looking over both. "Ooh! We have English and Science together! But your smart but has to be in Ap Calculus whilst I'm still in Geometry."

"Sorry, math is just my thing." I grinned as grabbing my schedule back. "At least I have you for half my day."

We walked off to my locker. Our school is very weird, we have one locker for the four years were stuck in high school. Mine had the same drawing of a penis inside my locker because Gwen thought it was hilarious.

"Hehe it's still there." She pointed out whilst laughing.

"You're so immature." I laughed along with her. I threw my supplies in and shut my locker.

"So how was your last few days of summer? Sorry we couldn't hang my parents decided it would be a great time to ground me." Gwen said.

"Gwenith, you stole 3 bottles of vodka and brought it over to a guy's house, who is 26." I rolled my eyes.

"At least your parents don't care what you do."

"It's not as great as it seems.." I looked down at my feet.

"I'm sorry Brooke, I-I didn't mean it." She apologized.

"It's fine." I said. "Well here's my first class. Bye Gwen."

"Text me during."

"Always." I faked a smile and walked in.

//Hope you guys liked it. It's been awhile I know. I'm sorry. But I hope it was worth it:) Ily<3//

-Julia