Ocupy...

Brooke was in a bad, bad mood, and the impending thunderstorms matched her mood. Both she and her mother were feeling extremely crabby since they had been told of the possible swine flu epidemic, considering that they had visited the clinic only 2 weeks before to get vaccinations. Luckily nothing had happened to either of them yet, meaning they were probably safe from the sickness. But recently they had been at each others throats, especially since Brooks started asking about her father, and Veronica refused to listen to any questions. I hope she gets sick and dies! though Brooke angrily. She threw the back door to Castle Apartments open down by the street level and was surprised by a megaphone in her face, talking about "Occupy BLAH BLAH" when it all dissolved into mush from her anger. What the hell?? "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!", she screamed, and immediately turned a deep magenta and ran towards Sherwood Park. As she ran, she heard strange metallic noises coming from Castle Apartments, like a robot was struggling to break free from the basement, matching Brooke's feeling to break free of that horrid building. Flushed men in suits and ties with women in long skirts with hideous shoes called something after her about a new church on , but Brooke continued sprinting. Why did I just do that? I don't curse. Why am I sooooo moody? Brooke had started becoming more and more dramatic recently, giving her fear that she would one day end up like her mother, a stressed adult whose main vice seemed to be yelling at other people for their own inadequacies. As she ran, a new smell different from the rain took over her nose-a whiff of something.. electric-like. Then a faint haze caught her attention in the corner of her eye. Panting, she turned towards the smoke. Oh No! That's the direction of Forever 21! Brooke felt her dreams of actually having a responsibility die with the ashes of the building floating above the city. Goddamn today is not my day.

She turned around and dejectedly began a mindless, numbed walk around the city until someone, specifically a cute boy named James Tyler from 6th period, stopped her in front of Ray's Liquor. "Hey Brooke. Wow, I've never seen you outside of school. How are you?" He smiled, and offered her his cup. "You look thirsty. How have you been? Enjoying the block party?" Brooke smiled, took his cup, and gulped what turned out to not be water. Spluttering, she asked "Wh-wha-what did you just give me? That sure as hell wasn't water." Again, with the cursing. What's wrong with me? Just because I'm talking to my crush doesn't mean I have to curse. "Haha, of course its not water. Its peppermint schnapps, sprite, and something else, I don't really care what, all I know is that its a damn good drink. Isabella's Cafe has never carded anyone for anything, YOU could even get a drink from there. We usually just walk right in, even when they knew we were 13 they were still letting us buy. A customer's a customer, no matter their age." He smiled again, and suddenly she realized she indeed was in the middle of a block party.

Music was blasting, cute girls were on roller skates wearing cutoffs, and people everywhere seemed to be drunk and horny and happy. "Wow this is a good party. But there's no way I could get a drink from anywhere, I look too young. Plus I've never really been drunk before," said Brooke, and before she even finished the sentence one of the roller skating girls had come up to join their conversation. "Hi, I'm Clarissa, James's sister," she slurred, and was using James for support to stand. James whispered something to his sister, she smiled, then he said "Hey Brooke. Do you want this to be the funnest night of your life? Or are you chicken?" The obviousness of his challenge was impossible to ignore. If I don't say 'Yes', I'll be boring. And I'm pissed as hell. And I want to have an awesome night. What the fuck? I'll say yes, weighed Brooke before blurting out "No way am I chicken!" 25 minutes later Clarissa arrived back at the party from her house with a newer, sluttier girl to reintroduce to James and the rest of everyone "cool " at their school.

Brooke glanced down at her clothing-denim cutoffs so soft the were almost see-through, a black satin crop top that completely exposed her midriff unless she sat down, and some leather sandals. Add 10 pounds of makeup and she looked just like the senior Clarissa towing her back to the party. "WOW, you look hot!" said James in an approving voice. Really? I look like a slut. But everyones looking at me. Mostly in a good way. Hmmm. "Thanks babe. Wish me luck." And without thinking twice about her actions for once in her life, Brooke stalked over to Isabella's cafe (while swinging her hips as she walked so she knew she would draw attention to herself) and opened the door to begin the craziest night of her life.

Fast-forward a few hours, Brooke couldn't stand up strait or remember her last name. Brooke.... ? Hmm. She left the block party and stumbled past a few foreclosed houses in a part of town she had never even visited, tripping and landing face-first on an old couch on the curb. Multiple fliers flew around in the windy night from the impending offshore hurricane, one smacked her clean in the face as she drunkenly sat up from the couch. It read "New play coming to Sawmill Theater! Sign up to volunteer!" and nothing else. Idiots. That is not advertising, she thought before she puked on the green velour couch. What seemed like hours later, Brooke decided to get out of her own puke and go to Sherwood Park to sleep off the alcohol before she went home. I know I'm missing curfew but at least I won't show up drunk, on time. When she arrived there were people running from the forest, screaming something about UFO. Everyone knows those aren't real. Dumbasses. Brooke fell asleep under a tree and waited for morning.