Brooke chapter 2
I put on the ugly uniform and quickly curled my golden blonde hair. I walked to school barely making it in time. It took me about 20 minutes to find my first class. It would have been easier if it wasn't for the dumb accents these people had. It was the middle of the school year so all of those dumb clicks had already formed. The teacher, Mr. Costello, stood before us telling us to get out a pencil. I rummaged through my bag when I saw a figure standing over me. I looked up and glanced at her. She was short with long brown hair and lovely blue eyes. She had the 'kiss up' smile on. She batted her eyelashes and said
"Hi! I'm Harmony!"
"I'm Brooke..." I replied confused at what was happening.
"So you're the American!" Harmony squeaked
I nodded. Was it some big deal that an American was here? I still Hadn't gotten out a pencil. Harmony smiled and added
"If you need anything just come to me!"
She walked off. She kinda bugged me. Harmony had this certain bounce to her step. She was the stereotypical preppy school girl. Figures. Out of the corner of my eye I see him. This gorgeous boy with a gleaming smile and perfect boy band curls. He laughed and the group of girls that surrounded him did too. Oh now I see it. He was the guy every girl wanted here.
