Nightmare Recurring

Chapter II: Recreation

By design God gave me feelings.
And by design they shall not kill.
But when the noises overwhelm me
I feel sure that they will.
Brooke wrote in her favorite quotes section of her journal. She writes down her favorite quotes as inspiration for her own music.

Music is my favorite medicine. It's more than that.. it's emotion itself. It's poetry; true art. One form of it at most. Life is filled with art. Music is one form I use to represent myself. No matter the genre, music will always be art. As long as words tell an inspiring message, it's art... and I love art. Most people just hear music, like they just hear people talking to them. I try my best not to hear, but to listen.
Everyone is different. We all see things differently. We have one quality difference from each other. Sometimes it's good to have friends who are different. I can remember some of my old friends and how I would always ask for help. They were never really able to help. We seek help when we're lost, but then you begin to realize that sometimes the only person who could help you is you.
She finished her thoughts before closing her journal.

Brooke was up early this morning. It was her big day. She already got the job but she still feels nervous. After all, she hasn't even met the manager yet. She was nervous; extremely. Writing in her journal calmed her. Writing down her thoughts helped the stress to relief.
Everyone has an opinion, but not everyone needs to hear it. She had been through this before; people not liking her. People using her own flaws against her. Then again, isn't that what everyone does?
"Good morning Miss Brooklyn, would you like to place an order for breakfast?" A voice came on speaker phone.
Brooke confusedly answered "No, thank you.."
"Alright Miss Brooklyn. Just dial 01 for anything. Have a wonderful day!" The voice said before hanging up.
"You too, thanks." she said knowing they couldn't hear.

The morning sky was beautiful in New York as well as it was at sunset.
She took a quick shower before her first day. She didn't think she'd have time to eat, so she just put her makeup on. She wanted to look good for her first day. Appearance is everything.
She rubbed her eyes.
She felt sick from being so nervous.
She knew she would be fine, it's what they would think of her that scared her.
Brooke is the kind of person who wants to be loved. She doesn't want anyone hating her or thinking of her badly. She knew not everyone will, but she still worried over first impressions.
"Good luck sweetie, you're gonna do great, they're gonna LOVE you!" Nona said as she hugged Brooke.
"Just not as much as I do." She told her.
"Thank you Nona, love you too. I'll try to be back early."
"No, stay out as long as you want sweetie. You're an adult now, I trust you. Love you, good luck. Now get going! You're going to be late!" Nona said gently shoving Brooke out the door of her apartment room.
"Bye ugly face!" Yelled Colly from the other room as she walked in.
"Colleen. That's not nice, darling. Brooklyn is beautiful. Say bye to her nicely."
"Sorry Nona. Bye pretty face." Colly told them.
"Bye Colly" Brooklyn said as she left.
"Wuz dat nicely, Nona?"
"Yes, very sweet. Thank you." Nona told her.
"An I toldyu twenny bill-eeyum times.. its COLLY. Caw-llleeeeee." She told Nona.
"Oh right, I'm sorry sweetie. Colly.. I'll remember, like cauliflower."
"Wut the. Wuts dat?"
"It's a vegetable" Nona told her.
"Vegibble? Ima flower." Colly said as she left to the bathroom.

The limo stopped at the front of the store's building. She was nervous. One move... one small but wrong move could ruin everything.
She walked into the store as she saw a girl yelling at some kids. They looked very young and suspicious.
"Get out, damn you. I've told you guys so many times. Get out and never come back, idiots." The girl told them. She had short hair cut like The Rachel. She looked like she dyed it a darkish red. It looked good on her. Brooke walked up to her with a smile.
"Hi I'm Brooke, today's my first day"
The girl looked at her in shock.
"Bye guys! Come back soon! Have a wonderful day..." She yelled back to them as they were leaving.
"Hi! I'm Samantha, you can call me Sam. It's so great to meet you, everyone's been talking about you!" She told Brooke.
"Really?"
"Yeah! We heard your grandma's like practically the richest woman in New York. What made you want to work here of all places? I mean you could've worked anywhere. You're grandma could've hooked you up." Sam said to her.
"I don't really know, I like clothes.. and helping people. I didn't really know any other good jobs I could've worked at, so I looked up clothing stores in New York and this seemed like the best place for me. I moved here from Florida.. just got here yesterday actually."
"Ohh that's cool. Well c'mon let me introduce you to our manager, Rachel. She's great, you're gonna love her." Sam told her as they walked through the 'employees only' door.
It was going great so far. Brooke fixed her hair in a ponytail. Her hair color is a light brown with blonde highlights. Natural waves.
After meeting some of the other employees and the store manager, the weight finally left her shoulders.