As Brooke walked towards Castle Apartments from her weekly trek to Sherwood Forest, her stomach grumbled. She had felt alone since her time apart from her school "friends", but their influence was not the best. My life is better without them. But gee, I wish I still had SOMEONE to talk to, she thought gloomily as she shuffled down Popular Avenue. Her hunger pangs continued, and she made a split-second decision to walk down to Casa D' Waffles, which was in a corner of town she hadn't been to since December. Brooke knew her old friends still hung around there, but her fear of awkward situations and seeing everyone again made her wary of stepping into their territory. Still, it was March, and they didn't show up there until much later a night. It was only 8 o'clock, after all, but as dark as twilight.
When she placed her hand on the worn door handle of the restaurant, mouth watering with the anticipation of a fresh waffle, Brooke noticed one of her old friends loitering outside the strip club. She quickly ducked inside, ate her waffle, and hurried on her way home before anyone recognized her. Brooke walked quickly across town with her head down towards Castle Apartments until flash of color caught her eyes, and when she looked up she nearly ran into the woman in front of her.
The woman was wearing a black sequined mini dress that had come down to expose her red lacy bra, with a thin sweater that seemed out of place for this windy March night. Geez honey its not spring yet. Put some pants on, Brooke thought. Her hair had vomit on the tips, her shoulder had a bleeding gash, and she looked to be in her early 20's. She had many shopping bags but her purse was only a small clutch in her hand, which Brooke knew from her past wild-child experience would probably not contain an ID, only money, lipgloss, and a cell phone. Surprisingly, the clothes on her body and in the bags looked well-used, as though the woman had only a few items to wear, like she had no other possessions. Sequins were missing in areas where they would have rubbed off, and her body smelt unkempt.
Brooke tapped on her shoulder and asked “M’am? Need help?” The woman didn’t answer and continued to stare up at the apartments in a drunken daze. A sharpie mark on her left forearm read "peeeetrtaa," which didn't make much sense at all, and from the stench of alcohol on her body and the stamp on her right hand made it obvious that this woman had been at Isabella’s Cafe.
Brooke decided to go through her purse to find an ID, because obviously no one could help this woman until they knew her name, whatever it was. When she gently took her clutch to begin investigation, the woman awoke with a start. "Wha-wha-whats going on?" She attempted to look around then, then woozily asked "Who are you?" The woman dropped her bags and began massaging her temples, while Brooke caught the majority of her bags before they hit the ground and spilled everything. She started to respond calmly, when the woman screamed "Why do you have my purse??? And my bags?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Why did you hurt me?"
Brooke backed away slowly, unsure of how to react. She was trying to help! As the lady, whoever "peeeetrtaa" was, kept on screaming, Brooke turned and ran. Whatever, I didn't do anything, I'm going home, she thought as she jogged inside the front door of Castle Apartments.
Only when Brooke arrived inside her apartment did she realize that she was still holding the unknown girl's clutch, and 2 of her bags. Oh shit.
When she placed her hand on the worn door handle of the restaurant, mouth watering with the anticipation of a fresh waffle, Brooke noticed one of her old friends loitering outside the strip club. She quickly ducked inside, ate her waffle, and hurried on her way home before anyone recognized her. Brooke walked quickly across town with her head down towards Castle Apartments until flash of color caught her eyes, and when she looked up she nearly ran into the woman in front of her.
The woman was wearing a black sequined mini dress that had come down to expose her red lacy bra, with a thin sweater that seemed out of place for this windy March night. Geez honey its not spring yet. Put some pants on, Brooke thought. Her hair had vomit on the tips, her shoulder had a bleeding gash, and she looked to be in her early 20's. She had many shopping bags but her purse was only a small clutch in her hand, which Brooke knew from her past wild-child experience would probably not contain an ID, only money, lipgloss, and a cell phone. Surprisingly, the clothes on her body and in the bags looked well-used, as though the woman had only a few items to wear, like she had no other possessions. Sequins were missing in areas where they would have rubbed off, and her body smelt unkempt.
Brooke tapped on her shoulder and asked “M’am? Need help?” The woman didn’t answer and continued to stare up at the apartments in a drunken daze. A sharpie mark on her left forearm read "peeeetrtaa," which didn't make much sense at all, and from the stench of alcohol on her body and the stamp on her right hand made it obvious that this woman had been at Isabella’s Cafe.
Brooke decided to go through her purse to find an ID, because obviously no one could help this woman until they knew her name, whatever it was. When she gently took her clutch to begin investigation, the woman awoke with a start. "Wha-wha-whats going on?" She attempted to look around then, then woozily asked "Who are you?" The woman dropped her bags and began massaging her temples, while Brooke caught the majority of her bags before they hit the ground and spilled everything. She started to respond calmly, when the woman screamed "Why do you have my purse??? And my bags?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Why did you hurt me?"
Brooke backed away slowly, unsure of how to react. She was trying to help! As the lady, whoever "peeeetrtaa" was, kept on screaming, Brooke turned and ran. Whatever, I didn't do anything, I'm going home, she thought as she jogged inside the front door of Castle Apartments.
Only when Brooke arrived inside her apartment did she realize that she was still holding the unknown girl's clutch, and 2 of her bags. Oh shit.
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