Hi, My names Brooke. I should probably tell you a bit more about me. I'm 16 and I live in Atlanta. I've got 2 dogs and a Chinchilla. My Dogs names are Duke and Sasha. My Chinchilla's name is Luka. Duke is a German Shepherd and Sasha is a teacup yorkshire terrier. And today, is the day my life ends.
Today, my parents are dragging me to Los Angeles California. 'Why me' I thought as I dragged myself out of bed to go get dressed. Of course, my two dogs were right at the foot of my bed, waiting to greet me like they do every morning. There lucky. They don't have a single care in the world, and that includes were they go.
I went over and took Luka, my Chinchilla, out of her cage and put her on my shoulder. She loves it up there, and will stay firmly on my shoulder until I put her on my dresser so I can go get dressed.
"Hey Luka, what's up girly." I told her as I set her down on my shoulder and walked over to my dresser. She replyed with a little squeak in my ear that I assumed meant 'nothing much' in Chinchilla.
My bed, dresser, side table, my iHome, book shelfs, and mirror were the only things left in my room. Everything else was either already on the moving truck, or in millions of boxes that were piled as high as the ceiling. I went over, and turned on some music.
I then went over and looked in the mirror. From head to toe, you could tell I just woke up. My Black, purple, teal blue, and hot pink hair was a mess! My oversized Black Veil Brides T-shirt was all wrinkled. My fuzzy black slippers were all flattened. Plus, without my makeup, I looked like a 5'6 skinny, busty zombie with snakebites and a right nostral nose ring. I quickly put Luka on my dresser and ran to a box to get my clothes. I then went into my bathroom to change.
"What do you guys think?" I asked my pets as I came out of the bathroom, smiled, and did a 360 turn for them. Sasha started barking her adorble bark, Duke howled, and Luka started squeaking.
"haha I'll take that as a yes from the judges." I said and they stopped making noise. I was wearing my ripped jeans with black and red suspenders hanging down the sides (the only way I'll actually wear suspenders) I was wearing my white T-shirt that said "Fuck The World" In black and red letters under my crop vest. My hair was curled at the bottoms and my bangs were sweeping across my face. I was wearing my favorite head band that had a giant purple skull with a little breaking heart in it's mouth on the side. I was ready to go, except for my makeup.
as soon as I had finished my eyeshadow and was about to do my eyeliner, my mom walked in my room and sat on my bed. Even though Sasha was growling at her like my mom was trying to kill me. That dogs a fierce little brat, just like me.
"Brooke, could you please call off your little beast." My mom said looking cautiously at little Sasha.
"Mom, she's my dog. That's probably why she doesn't like you much." I said turning to my mom with my freshly finished makeup.
"Can you please lighten your makeup and take that jewlery out of your face." Here my mom goes again...
"No mom, I will not take out my piercings. and as for my makeup, this is alot lighter than I used to wear it. So calm down. Now what do you want." Me and my mom are complete opposites, and we always fight about the same stupid little things. For example, we fight about my makeup and piercings, my outfits, my hair, the fact that I can ride a motercycle and I want one of my own.
"Ugh, fine. I just came to tell you that some of your friends are here to say goodbye and that we leave in an hour and a half. Did you have breakfast yet?" My mom said.
"Ok, thanks mom. You can just send them up. As for breakfast, I got it covered." I said pointing to the mini fridge that still had to be moved out of my room.
