-1Hey! This is my second fanfic! I just want to thank Charlie for helping me, she knows who she is! So read up and try to enjoy please tell me how I'm doing and review! Here goes. Oh yeah you lot might not like this chapter 'cause it's just to do with the family that will be in the story if you get my drift.

If I understood, I wouldn't be asking you!

Chapter 1

Brooke saw this coming. She knew that her friend, Maria wouldn't ask her round her place, it just wasn't in Maria's nature. Brooke knew Maria had something planned.

Maria Castellino was, unusual. In fact her whole family dominated the weird scale. Her mother, Estelle Castellino was a judge. This may not seem unusual but her personality told a whole different story. Being a judge, people expect her to be serious and direct, but Estelle wouldn't be able to stand such a person. Bowling was her favourite sport and she would never say no to a round of bingo. Her hair was dark brown and short, which made her look serious. But her eyes were dark brown and made everyone she looked at feel warm and safe, except the steely eyed killers. She always wore a smile that never left except from when she was in court. Estelle was a large woman, but that didn't put her down, she didn't give a toss, and her skin was a chocolate brown just slightly lighter than her hair. She was like an Auntie to Brooke. Next, there came Tyrall Castellino, Maria's father. He was tall and was very muscular. But he had to be, he was a bouncer at the local club 'Remix'. He acted all tough and like he could never be harmed. Only Brooke, Maria and Estelle knew the truth. He was a big softy. As soon as he got home he would take a shower and come downstairs in the latest edition of the 'Spongebob Squarepants' clothing. If you tickled him, he'd brake down in fits of laughter. He had a shaved head, it was so shiny. Once Maria put sunglasses on and began teasing him about how she couldn't see and about how blinding the light was. Obviously after that they attacked each other, and didn't stop till Brooke told them they were in a public place. Tyrall was pretty much like Estelle, his skin was a chocolaty colour and his deep dark brown eyes were devilish but safe.

But Maria was different. Her long wavy chocolate curls swung in the breeze, her eyes, a lighter brown than her parents. Her personality was fascinating. She was, well, to put it nicely, a maniac. But she was loveable. She could put a smile on anyone's face. She was also pretty and wasn't skinny, she was curvy.

Brooke thought she was not as pretty as Maria, everyone knew she was wrong they were the two prettiest girls in school. But Brooke was completely different. But they were best friends. She had electric blue eyes, that could catch anyone's attention, her hair was curly, not like Maria's occasional curl, but not like an afro either. They were rightly placed. They were highlighted, but not by chemicals by the sun, her natural hair colour was golden brown, but no tone in her hair was the same. Brooke's personality was unique. She was bouncy, energetic and maybe a little psycho. She had to make everyone feel better, she didn't try she had to. If she ever wanted to grieve or had a mood swing, she'd do it in her own time, in her own space, so no one could see her cry or be angry. She was white and sometimes got some stick for being friends with a black person. But that was by some twenty year old, loners. It didn't bother her a bit. One thing was true and that was their friendship nothing would change that.

The only reason Brooke knew her way to Maria's house was because Maria had accidentally taken Brooke's skateboard home with her, after a day out in the town. Reluctantly Brooke went and picked it up. She didn't even get a peak inside. Maria just came to the door and forced it upon her, said a quick goodbye and closed the door. It was over in a flash. Maria's house was near the bottom of a hill, near the end of the row of houses, 'Lazy Hill Road' it was called. Obviously the hill was going to be playing a part in Maria's game she was planning for them. It also probably included pain. Either way Brooke didn't mind, being a speed skateboarder, she inflicted a lot of pain on herself. She loved skateboarding but only speed skateboarding. Tricks just wasn't her thing. The feeling of speed, danger and the rapid feeling of adrenalin running through her veins passed through her every time she stood on her board.

Finally she had arrived. The tall red painted door stood in front of her with the gold plated numbers, five and zero. Fifty. Raising her hand to knock, she heard her name being called. Turning her head to the right she saw Maria jumping up and down at the top of the hill, waving her hands around like a lunatic. "Brooke, Brooke! Get up here now! You took long enough getting here!" A smirk found it's way onto Brooke's face, she just knew it had something to do with that damn hill!

So, some of you might know me from my story 'Monday', if you haven't heard of that story you should seriously go and check it out! So constructive criticism is encouraged. I can't wait to see what you think! Please review!

Melxx