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Brooke knew Julie was freaking out, that’s what tends to happen when you were really close to someone. You know how they react in situations of distress or when they’re scared. Brooke had only seen her mildly afraid but she imagined that she felt just like most people felt, not that there was any way of knowing. When they were younger they were a lot more emotional, by now Julie had perfected this exterior of who she was. Breaking that seemed to be no option as she looked over at Brooke. Her blue eyes as hard as always under those pretty long lashes. Always so pretty, so pretty it hurt sometimes to look at Julie.

Brooke frowned and looked away, scared that her vulnerability was showing. Julie would always be a reflection of her old self and her old life. It was like a glance of her made Brooke’s heart ache for what used to be but as soon as Julie moved or spoke, the image was shattered. “Yeah, well. Welcome to being an adult. Everything hurts all the fucking time.” She snapped back at her.

Julie’s tears were pushing her too far as Brooke knew that it was just a show. “Stop it,” She stepped towards Julie, making sure she and only she could hear her words, “We both know it was no mistake and a lot of things have changed since then.” Her words caused her to flinch as she stepped back again, letting her pass to the toilet.

“Loved me? I doubt you ever felt anything like that, let alone for me.” Her words were spoken softly but the message was a hard-hitting one. Crossing her arms over her chest, Brooke stared out in the shop and pursed her lips as she waited.

Julie leaned against the wooden door, the small cubicle feeling like a prison, a single lamp hanging from the ceiling was all the light there was. Her previously twisted expression and tears gone from her face, all that was left was the beauty of her porcelain skin, immaculate, made holy by the tears that she pushed into her eyes and now rolled down her cheeks.

The pain on her belly was coming and going in gasps, too intense for a second before almost disappearing completely. Or maybe she just got used to that sudden burst of pain, only getting caught by surprise for that millisecond. She finally sat at the toilet, pulling her jeans and panties to her ankles. Her white panties were stained with blood, an almost perfect red stain. She sat for a while looking at it, how crimson it was against the whiteness of the fabric. Brooke’s words reverberated through her skull, echoing against her head’s walls in a crescendo of intensity. I doubt you ever felt anything like that.

Looking absently to her left, she was almost startled by another presence, before she realised she was still alone, it was only her reflection in the bathroom mirror: cracked in the middle and with dirt too inlaid, it was impossible to ever be clean again. She could almost smell the bleach and the cleaning products, see the ghostly imagine of an imagined woman scrubbing, trying to get it clean, to no avail. Julie approached, eyes fixed in her own reflection. It didn’t feel like her, not in this moment, at least, so eerily unfamiliar she was waiting for whoever it was on the other side of the mirror to not mimic her movements, to smile when she was only frowning, to say goodbye and walk off, to leave her staring at nothing at all.

Nothing of the sort happened. She smiled her practioned smile and was met with it on the other side of the mirror, the only difference being the fragment of a dozen Julies smiling back at her. She felt a rumbling sensation against her chest, before she realised what it was: the urge to laugh uncontrollably. Of course, she didn’t, mindful of the presence on the other side of the door, almost sure she would be silently trying to listen what was going on on her side – if Brooke thought she was crazy (or dangerous? or an awful person? she wasn’t sure), hearing her laugh hysterically would surely confirm that, and that was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she fought against that feeling, allowing her body to win just by smiling, the redness of tears still clouding her eyes. Love me? I doubt you ever felt anything like that. Could it be true? Could Brooke be right? Could she be an awful person?

Looking down again to her blood-stained panties, another urge washed over her: the want to smear all that blood all over her body, to see what it would look like to be covered in blood. Would she look like a monster then? Would it terrify her, to think of that blood as somebody else’s? Or would she enjoy it? Would it felt like control? Power? Or maybe love. After all, she didn’t know what love was supposed to feel.

Finally, she took her gaze out of the mirror. She cleaned herself, pushed her jeans and panties back up and flushed the toilet. Julie took a glance at the basin but decided against it, instead opening the door and walking out. Let the blood spill freely, let the filth engrain beneath her fingernails. If that’s how Brooke thought she was, so be it: she wasn’t afraid.

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Fear wasn’t something Julie was used to feeling: the blind control that she did exerted in her life was so committed, so perfect by now, she could almost be effortless in maintaining it. It didn’t take much, either: it was easy for a blonde girl with pale hair to stand out in many situations, but it was always with the same sentiment. So beautiful, so fragile. When she was old enough to understand what it meant, she was clever enough to know how to take advantage of it. And oh, she had. A perfectly curated image of perfection, but not too much – she wasn’t like Kelly Shah, for example, so perfect she stood out, enough to be admired. No, Julie was the exact amount of perfection to let other people trust her: after all, too much of something is a risk, too. So she was… ordinary, in many respects. She couldn’t afford to be fearful, especially not in front of Brooke.

“That’s too bad,” she assumed a truthfully sorrowful look, jeeringly exaggerated. “I’m hurt that you despise me so.” Her blue eyes became clearer and redder, an indication of tears that started to form behind her eyes. “Whatever you think you saw, you’re mistaken. You always had a wild imagination, it was one of the reasons why we were friends and I loved you so much.” Julie let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, letting the silence soak them in as more tears started to form in her eyes. “Memory is a tricky thing.” Finally, she turned her back on the brunette and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

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Studying Buddies ~ Heather & Brooke

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heather spent her free period in the library everyday. well, if one of her various clubs weren’t meeting at the moment. keeping up a perfect gpa was proving to be difficult as their senior year was reaching the midpoint, and she spent any extra time she had with her nose buried in a book. normally she would meet up with sam, and brooke to study - but the trio hadn’t met up lately so heather assumed that she was on her own. so when she saw brooke nestled in a small table in the corner she was pleasantly surprised.

“what aren’t i working on?” she questioned, a light giggle escaping her lips as she let her bag fall to the ground. she sat down next to the girl, and placed her chin on her fists, leaning over to peek at what brooke was writing. heather loved being around her fellow scholars. there was nothing more satisfying than being in the presence of someone that took their studies as seriously as she did.

Brooke flicked her pen back and forth between her fingers as she watched Heather. She always found it kind of odd that a girl as pretty as her was okay with keeping her company. Heather Wheeler was one of the few people who seemed to know everyone. Maybe that was due to the many clubs she participated in or maybe she just really did know everyone. Brooke enjoyed the studious trio she was a part of, it helped her focus and kept her grades up better than she sometimes could herself. Not that she would admit that out loud.

Her books and work lay open as Heather moved over to sit next to her. Brooke laughed at Heather’s comment. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” She moved her stuff over slightly to her side of the table. “I was just busy summarising what we have to learn for history and then about to start my notes on our English book report.” She shrugged as she turned to Heather again. “How was your day? Busy as ever I’m guessing.” Brooke asked, her tone warm.

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It was impossible to reach out to Brooke, she would always be met with sarcasm or downright arrogance. She was used to it by now, an attitude that, however painful, did not extend only to Julie, and in that she took some comfort. She held onto her belly, arms wrapped around them, putting pressure against her stomach, hoping it would stop hurting: or that some other hurt, one she could control, would take over.

Julie followed Brooke to the service’s bathroom, silence falling between the two. She was sure that, if she searched in the recesses of her mind, she would be able to find the exact memory that broke their friendship apart: it is spectral, now, shrouded in mist, locked in a place she doesn’t want to reach. She knows what it is, and looking into Brooke’s dark eyes, she knows the brunette did not forget, either. It was something that haunted her still, the idea that Brooke knew more than she should, that Julie had let her guard down enough for her to find anything at all. She knew what she was: she just did not dare to say it aloud. It was perhaps that very memory that drove her to create such a pristine image – who would people believe, anyway? The sweet girl that goes to church everyday or the goth kid with a constant frown on her face? Appearances were everything, and Julie understood that. She was almost grateful Brooke didn’t.

When they reached the back of the shop, Julie’s previously smiling face turned undaunted, a change so perfect she looked more marble statue than human. She snatched the pads away from Brooke, perhaps with more force than she intended to, and turned to her, her back against the old wooden door. “Look, Brooke… I don’t know why you dislike me-” she lied, “- but we were friends, once.” She softened her voice and looks, almost as quickly as she stoned them before. “I hope you can remember that.” A threat, a promise, a saying. It was up to Brooke to find out.

Brooke walked to the back of the shop and stopped at the door of the toilets. She pulled out a key and held it in her hand as she waited for Julie to catch up. Her dark eyes stayed on Julie the whole time. The appearance of Julie was so different than hers. If Brooke thought about her mother, she knew she always wanted her to grow her hair long again and wear the same clothes Julie wore. That was if her mom took a second to glance at her and worry about her appearance. Brooke glanced down at the floor for a second, tapping her foot impatiently.

The reason why Brooke and Julie could never be friends again was burned in her brain as if it had happened yesterday. Brooke knew that a lot of parents trusted their children to Julie and she took care of them, nobody questioned it. That was just one of the ways how Devil’s Knot worked. It was just a split second but she had seen Julie, the real Julie. The Julie that lurks under that pretty blonde hair and perfect skin. Under those sickly, sweet smiles and kind but pointed words. It scared Brooke but more than anything she knew it unnerved Julie. It was never something that she would tell anyone but if there was a moment that the world needed to know about the real Julie West, she would tell whoever was asking.

The moment Julie’s face fell into a blank canvas stare, Brooke felt her heart skip a beat. She watched her with her eyes narrowed. The snatch hadn’t been anything crazy but it was a crack. A crack of that perfect exterior. Brooke let out a laugh, dry and short, as her dark eyes fixed on Julie’s. “Oh no, I don’t dislike you,” Brooke said, her words filled with venom, “I despise you. You make my skin crawl.”

“Don’t lie to me.” She snapped. “I know you, Julie. I’ve seen you.” Brooke turned to the toilet door and unlocked it, yanking the door open hard. “And we will never be friends again.” Stepping forward to her, she repeated Julie’s last words back at her.

“I hope you can remember that.” Whatever Julie had been trying to convey in her message, Brooke wasn’t having any of it and matched it in tone. “I’ll be waiting here until you’re done.” She replied, curtly.

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Julie waved in a general direction, a sign for yeah sure, that’s fine. She remembered the first time she felt the pain of what felt like needles against her belly, the wetness in her panties, running home ashamed of what it could be, why something so strange was happening to her. The first thing she did, after coming up with an excuse to run home, away from middle school, was get down on her knees in front of the cross and pray. The words ‘sorry’ were repeated over and over, followed by ‘please help me’. Needless to say the Wests were not the biggest fans of sexual education, so, when her mother got home and saw her daughter like this, the explanation was short but the words ‘natural’ and ‘normal’ soothed her. Now, however, she didn’t think there was anything ‘normal’ about it: it felt like punish instead, all this pain. Shouldn’t she be rewarded for being a good girl? To keep her legs closed, like the bible told her to? “Can I use your bathroom?” She suspected she couldn’t make it home in time.

Maybe it was because the pain she was feeling at that moment was superior to everything else that bothered her, but when she saw her, memories of happier times swarmed her and she wondered why she and Brooke ever stopped being friends. “Thank you. You basically saved my life.” She smiled and allowed herself to look into Brooke’s eyes. Julie knew Brooke didn’t like her and while she could vaguely remember the argument that lead to their friendship breaking off, the idea of someone disliking her was unsettling. Everyone liked Julie, that’s just how she wanted it to be: and while Brooke’s place in the small societal bubble of Devil’s Knot wasn’t big enough to be influential (most people didn’t like her, anyway), it still bothered her. “Do you remember that time when we were playing at your house and I cut myself? I was bleeding so much, trying so hard not to cry but you ran all the way here to buy me bandage.”

Brooke rolled her eyes as she started to walk to the back of the shop where storage was kept. It took her a few minutes to find the box with all the pads in it, grabbing multiple different packs of sizes Brooke returned back to the shop. As she walked in, Julie was still stood exactly where she’d been when Brooke had left. Her curtain of long blonde hair and pale outfit took her back to a memory. Where Julie and Brooke had been best friends. Brooke kept her dark brown, almost black hair in two plaits while Julie’s was loose or in bows. They were two opposite sides of the same coin, or at least that’s what Brooke used to think. Now it was hard to even bear the sight of Julie, not only because Brooke didn’t want to forgive her but also because all the memories hurt.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll have to come with you because only employees have a key.” Brooke replied, deadpan. Even though there was still something between them, when it came to periods and female related problems Brooke would always help a girl out. Brooke rolled her eyes again at Julie’s comment about saving her life. Julie’s blue eyes stood out as she looked back with her brown ones. Everything between them seemed to be a contrast. At the mention of a memory of theirs, Brooke felt herself getting angry again which caused her to snap at Julie.

“Yeah, I remember.” She replied, stepping away from the registry. “Come on, follow me. I’ll take you to the bathroom.” Brooke continued as she started to walk away without looking back.

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Devil in Dr Martens ~ Kevin & Brooke

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Kevin is aware of Brooke Youngblood in the same way he’s aware of all the other students on the social outskirts of the school, though Brooke has always seemed like her own intense brand of pariah. In all their years of school together he’s never really known what to make of her, choppy hair and a perpetually unsmiling expression that inspires some of the darkest rumors around school. Still, something about her always seems to him like she’s trying a little too hard to not fit in, to signal that she’s different from the rest of them. It’s better than the alternative– sucking up to the cheerleaders, doing everything it took to fade into the background of their school, whatever. But it still feels like some sort of pose, and he can’t be completely sure what kind of person Brooke really is underneath it.

He’s seen her around with Pete, at least, which bodes well for her. He probably wouldn’t be friends with someone who was a complete asshole, right? Still, as Brooke scowls at him from the sidewalk in front of the school, Kevin wonders what he did to make her look at him like this, as if he’d personally ruined her day. Damn, she must have a short fuse– or maybe it’s another pose? The angry girl, who doesn’t let others push her around, even if she’s the one to push them first? Whatever her deal is, it’s not his responsibility to figure it out this early in the morning, so he steps aside and gestures for her to go ahead like some chauffeur in an old-timey movie. Better to bow out gracefully than get riled up over a stupid piece of sidewalk, and learn the hard way whether the girl’s as tough as she looks.

“No problem, riot girl. Be my guest.” He shrugs his backpack on higher on his shoulders, and knows he should probably stop there, but he can’t help himself. “In a hurry to get to Calculus today? Or do you know something I don’t?”

It was almost impossible to not know who Kevin Shah is, mainly due to his sister being one of the most popular people in the entire school. Kevin kept more to the outskirts of the school and the people that mingled there. Brooke had seen him around, I mean they had all grown up together so it was everyone had learned about everyone after ten years. Despite that, they never interacted much. There always had been something that held Brooke back, maybe the theory she had that him being so handsome, he surely must be trouble too.

His gesture caused her frown to fray away as one corner of her mouth lifted. It wasn’t that Brooke was an angry person, though to most other people it did seem like that - she knew that much, but she just never smiled much. The smooth complexion of her face tended to remain a solid mask which it was hard to identify what she was feeling at all. The old-timey ness of his gesture seemed to suit neither for them which caused her to smile. Naturally, it was also the reason why she knew she had to respond in turn, dropping into a tiny curtsey.

“Thanks.” The nickname seemed oddly familiar for someone she barely spoke to but Brooke let that one slide this time. Walking towards the entrance of the school, she paused as she heard him speak up again. “Yeah, I actually have an AP test I need to pass and a hedonistic ritual to perform beforehand to ensure it. Got a problem with that?”

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It didn’t matter what was happening. When Pete hung out with Brooke, things always felt better. Sure, he was an introvert, quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t shy or some shrinking violet. He liked to get out of the house either with his pitbull Billie in tow or with a friend or two. He needed to get his mind off… well, everything. The beeping and whizzing electronic sounds of the arcade machines were the perfect distracting soundtrack for a Sunday afternoon.

“Do you know that kid Elias that works here?” Pete asked, sticking a few quarters in the Mortal Kombat machine. It was a casual question, and that was exactly what it sounded like, but Pete was kind of curious what Brooke made of Elias. She was kind of a social pariah too. People read way too much into her make-up and fashion sense. “I talked to him in the library the other day. He’s actually pretty cool.”

The character select screen popped up, and Pete flicked between them a little before settling on Raiden, waiting for Brooke to pick her fighter. “I wonder if they’ll ever get Mortal Kombat 2 in here. It’s only been… what, two years since it came out?” He chuckled. This town always seemed so behind on everything.

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Brooke’s dark fringe hung over her eyes as she looked down at her Docs. They were thoroughly worn but still surprisingly black of colour. They had become a staple of her outfit. She thought back to the moment she’d found them. Taking an afternoon off never hurt nobody, so she had taken one afternoon off work a year ago. She took Pete with her the next town over to scurry around thrift shops. There, in a corner of a shop that no one else had seemed to been in for years, Brooke found the steal of the century. Underneath all that leather and dark eyeshadow was a girl who just wanted to find the pair of shoes of her dreams and that’s what had happened that day.

A cheeky smirk slid onto her lips as she saw Pete walking towards her. Turning on her heels, they entered the arcade. Being around Pete was unlike being around anyone else, Brooke didn’t have to think about what she wore, what her life was like at home or her grades. All her worries melted away and they just spent hours laughing and talking. Sunday afternoons together were the highlights of her week. Shaking her head, Brooke replied to him.

“Um... I don’t know him, but I’ve seen him around...” She rolled her brown eyes towards him, “He seems pretty interesting, right?” Brooke continued, sticking her tongue out as she focused on the game. When Pete mentioned him speaking to Elias, she hit pause on their game.

“I’m sorry what?” Crossing her arms over her chest and her eyebrows raised, Brooke looked very surprised at her best friend. “Just so I’m clear, you - Pete Silverman - voluntarily talked to another human being?” She pressed play again so she wouldn’t make him too uncomfortable. Brooke shrugged before she spoke, “Honestly, I think he seems cool and like us, and those two things are enough for me to want to get to know someone better.”

It had been some time since she played in the arcade. Brooke had figured out a way to play most of the games. It kept her entertained and her brain sharp, the only time it had gone too far was when she accidentally beat the high score on Frogger. Thankfully it had been under another name because Brooke never did it to win, just to figure out how to win the game was enough. Brooke moved around the screen and picked one character, not knowing who they were.

“Well, if this horrible sixties music that they always play in the background here is any indication, I think we have many years to wait before that happens.” She chuckled with him.

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Piggly Wiggly was the only place in town you could go to if you were looking for any last minute purchases you may have forgotten from your trip to Lansing and the big supermarkets there. The Wests usually did their groceries on saturdays, mother and father driving there as promptly as to church on sundays; it was almost the same ritual, perhaps just as holy. However, they had missed something: her mother usually asked if Julie or Homer needed anything. Julie was not expecting to wake up with her panties stained red this morning so when, after she showered, she couldn’t find anything to stop the bleeding, she let go of a sigh and a muted curse, got dressed and walked to the store.

It was still early, the sun just shyly radiating from between the clouds and the streets mostly empty, for the truckers that passed by and the early birds already taking their breakfast at the café. Julie walked to the store and pushed the door open, the bell at the door ringing with her presence. She walked hurriedly to the aisle she knew it would have what she needed, only to not find anything. Replacing stock, a handwritten sign said. Fucking h- she thought to herself, mentally cutting herself off for saying something so profane. It didn’t give her much choice.

She walked to the cashier, knowing her day was about to get a lot worse. “Good morning,” she shoved the unpleasantness rising in her throat like bile down and put on her best smile. “I really need some tampons.” She said, matter-of-factly. What was the point in sugar coating it? The owner, who was around, turned red and hurriedly walked out, murmuring something about you girls can handle it. Julie looked in the direction of Brooke Youngblood and smiled, a forced, half-ironic smile. “There aren’t any on the shelves.”

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Brooke had only just started her shift. She’d been helping at the shelves, more accurately she’d been looking at products that she considered trying. Different colours of eyeshadows and some mascara. After her admiring, she’d helped a few people out. A young couple who were doing their daily shopping and a few children come in to buy some sweets. The door opened again and in walked Julie West. Brooke felt a heat spread through her veins that was mainly reserved for Julie. A disdain, a wave of anger that burned so hot that in years it hadn’t simmered down.

Brooke had expected to make some kind of getaway before Julie arrived at the register, alas she wasn’t so lucky. Her brown eyes and dark eyeshadow darkened her scowl even more as Julie suddenly appeared in front of her. Brooke smiled in a way that made it seem as unpleasant as she could. Not a good morning anymore... “Okay, well,” Brooke moved to stand up so she could leave the till. Rolling her eyes at the sight of everyone else’s discomfort, mainly the men. “I can get you some if you like from the back. What size would that be?”

Brooke looked her once up and down. “An extra-large is the biggest size we carry. Is that big enough?”

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“ Other people will call me a rebel, but I just feel like I'm living my life and doing what I want to do. Sometimes people call that rebellion, especially when you're a woman.” - Joan Jett

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Devil in Dr Martens ~ Kevin & Brooke

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The growling sound of the engine of her Chevy Impala sounded as Brooke pulled into the school parking lot. Few of the other students looked up as the engine idled for a second before she cut it off. Most people recognised the noise so clearly that they knew Brooke had arrived before she could get out of the car. The matte black colour of it, mainly due to the age of the vehicle and levels of dirt, was like a shark swimming around in a tank with coloured fish. Brooke grabbed her bag and pushed the car door open.

Today she was sporting black denim jeans, the bottoms were cut off, and she wore a purple and navy plaid flannel shirt along with her signature black Doc Martens. Shrugging into her puffer coat, her dark eyes scanned the crowd. She couldn’t see anyone of her usual group, though that were only two people out of the whole school. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she walked towards the school. Just as she was about to enter the building, someone caught her eye. He was walking towards the entrance of the school as well. His hair caught her attention, more so the fact that it could give hers a run for its money with its length and shampoo ad worthy volume, the hidden depths of chocolate brown catching the morning light. Brooke’s eyelids shimmered purple under the sunlight as she watched him. Looking down at her boots, she pushed all thoughts away in her mind. She was just going to focus on her school work and work so she could the get the hell out of here. As Brooke looked up, she realised too late that she was getting in very close proximity to the guy she’d just been watching.

“Hey! Watch out where you’re going!” Her long bob swished around as she met his eyes. Her tone was rough and unforgiving, mostly to cover up her embarrassment.

“There’s enough space for everyone on this sidewalk, no need to take mine.”

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Hey, well if you’ve made it to this point you’re here to find out exactly who my friend is and who my enemy. Ironically enough, sometimes people can be both. As a disclaimer, I want to dispell all the rumours that I wear black because my soul was taken from me. Nor do I bother with any witchy activities after school, unless you count studying, working or browsing videotapes. Anyway, moving on. Welcome to my connections! Enjoy or go suck a lemon, I don’t care.

Deborah Davies - So, this little girl is a real firecracker. Normally people don’t want to hang out with me because I’m trouble but whatever I say she just looks at me like I’m the most fun person she knows. She’s a good kid and I do actually enjoy hanging out with her. She sometimes seems a little lonely and I know I am too so we make a good team. It’s loads of fun to do whatever we want though and have a tiny partner in crime by my side.

Stan Meyer - Well, it’s common knowledge that the English teacher is a real hottie. With all his airs of mystery and wanting you to get involved in literature like he’s freaking Mark Twain reborn. Though I’m stuck with him every week or whenever I piss someone off. Soooo I see him quite a lot haha. This is because he’s my mentor and he’s trying to keep me on the straight and narrow. We’ll see how long that will last. (He’s actually a really good listener though)

Kevin Shah - Obviously my shallow teenage life isn’t complete without a crush so here comes Kev. His eyes are so dreamy and he’s so cool. I like that he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. Never mind that Kelly runs the cheerleading squad like a sergeant, I can just see Kev roll his eyes in the corner. So far we haven’t really had much of a chance to talk but one day we will. Until then I’ll just be dreaming of all our long car rides and us making fun of people...

Pete Silverman - If you ever need to know anything about me, then ask this guy. Ever since our years in kindergarten together, he has been the only person that has been there for me. Since those years, we’ve changed quite a bit but we haven’t changed towards each other. We go for long drives together and eat dinners together, laughing at the rest of the world and sometimes at each other. The mushy stuff isn’t really my thing but if there is one person I’d get mushy about it would be this guy. Thanks for always being there for me and you’re most welcome that I call you out on your bullshit haha.

Julie West - The worst person that has ever graced this planet, or at least in this stain of a town called Devils Knot. When I think about her, my eyes permanently are rolling as my lips are curled in disgust. DO NOT GET CLOSE. She might seem all nice on the outside and everyone one lets her do what she wants but I know Julie West. Maybe one day we can talk and make up. When hell freezes over most likely...

Heather Wheeler - As the cliche goes “the enemies of my enemies are my friends”, so how did it end up becoming “the friend of my enemy is my friend”? She’s actually really nice and doesn’t have her head stuck in the clouds as the rest does. Also, Heather is a really smart girl which is why we study a lot together. We’re not friends but I don’t hate her either. Maybe friends one day?

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Studying Buddies ~ Heather & Brooke

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Brooke’s dark eyes scanned the school library as she slowly winded down the isles of books. The library was used by a few very loyal students. Most of the students spent their time outside of school, Brooke was not one of them. Her notebooks felt heavy in her arms, but that didn’t stop her gait, full of confidence and striding towards a corner table she always sat at. The notebooks hit the table with a loud thud as Brooke dropped her bag next to them. Stretching her arms upwards, she felt the muscles pull as they then relaxed just a fraction. It was enough to set her at ease, well maybe a cigarette would have helped more, but it was a habit that she only occasionally indulged in. Right now wasn’t one of those times.

Pulling the chair back, she sat down. Pen in her hand, Brooke started to work. The coolness of the pen was a small reminder to keep her attention to her work. Along with the highlighters that she used to apply to the text, the colours screaming her name. Her eyes scanned the pages as she heard a chair being pulled back nearby. Her eyes lifted up for a second as she caught a glimpse of who it was. A smile slipped onto her lips as she turned the page, speaking up at the same time. “Hey, nerd. Fancy seeing you here. What are you working on this time?”

#{convo:heather}#{heather wheeler}#studying buddies #ch:1 #chapter one: gone

What were you doing last Saturday afternoon?

Brooke’s dark eyeshadow had a beautiful navy shimmer to it. Instead of looking like someone had given her two nice shiners, it somehow made her gaze more direct. Like you couldn’t help but notice her eyes.

“Well, if you really need to know, I was working the entire day at Piggly Wiggly. I am a cashier there. And there’s another guy who stocks shelves.” Brooke replied, talking fast because she was annoyed. It was clear that everyone wanted to find the Goode kid but did they really have to go banging on everyone’s doors to give their alibi’s? It was time they got something done instead of sitting on their growing butts.

“There were a lot of customers, as usual, that day. I see people that I know and some people that I know less. It is Devil’s Knot after all.” Her smile and tone conveyed her feelings of dislike towards this little town that most people felt quite comfortable in. “Children buying sweets, mothers doing a grocery run, guys buying some beers, girls buying new glossy magazines. It was business as usual.”

Brooke rolled her eyes. “After that, I just spent my time driving around and stuff.” She paused as the thought about what she did after that. “After that, I went out for dinner at the diner. I also went to the Videoport, flicking through videotapes. You see, I am a law-abiding citizen and would never do anything to raise trouble.” She replied, her mirth visible in the upturn of her lips and the shine in her dark eyes.

“Around midnight, I drove back home and went to bed. That’s it.” Her eyes met whoever was asking the questions. “Look, I know you guys want answers but I’m telling you right now, I know I’m not always the kindest, but I wouldn’t ever want to hurt a young boy. I’m mad at the world, not at a child.”

#dktask1:2 #dktask #alibi

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THE RESOLUTE

Age: Eighteen Occupation: High School Senior; cashier, Piggly Wiggly Personality: Rational, straight-forward, honest; sensitive, cold, judgmental. Faceclaim: Devery Jacobs

Spotting Brooke isn’t exactly difficult. With her heavily made-up eyes, blunt-cut bangs, dark clothes, deadpan tone of voice, and unsmiling expression, she strikes a discordant note against all those spaghetti straps and acid wash jeans. Brooke has, needless to say, garnered a reputation in a town as small as Devil’s Knot. Some people say she’s occult, which is just fucking offensive. Brooke is very clever. Her antisocial behaviour means people think she’s a rebel (partly true), but for the most part she’s studying or working. Brooke has a complicated inner life that is made simple through hard work and dedication. She can usually be found in the library prepping for her AP classes. Brooke has been the reigning Frogger champion at the arcade for over a year. No one has guessed she’s behind the alias of the high score, and she plans to keep it that way. Brooke has an extremely conventional home life. White picket fences, apple pie, cable television. It’s so generic it makes her want to barf. Or cry. She can never quite decide. Brooke despairs for people who can’t see how hollow this life is, here in the middle of buttfuck Michigan. She wishes something could grab Devil’s Knot by the shoulders and shake.

PETE SILVERMAN → Best friend. Spend most of their time together, platonic soulmates. JULIE WEST → Ex-childhood friend, classmate. Loathes with the passion of a thousand suns. KEVIN SHAH → Classmate. Barely knows, intrigued by, the two resident oddballs. SAM YAMAOKA, HEATHER WHEELER → Classmates, they study together, a strange trio. KELLY SHAH, MILTON FREE, HOMER WEST, CONNIE ROMANO → The popular kids. Avoid at all costs. ELIAS DEERE → Classmate, intrigued by, empathizes with him.

Brooke is OPEN

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