Forever Yours
"Julia...how I miss you so..."
Brooklyn looked down at the picture of him and Julia. The two smiling faces stared back at him. Brooklyn closed his eyes, remembering what happened.
Brooklyn and Julia were driving down main street listening to 3 day's grace. They had just gone to a concert, and were driving back to Brooklyn's house. Brooklyn had had one drink and wasn't taking any chances at driving. They went into an intersection. Brooklyn looked over at Julia.
"Julia, look out!" He yelled
Coming in the opposite direction, was a drunken driver running a red light, heading straight for them. Julia looked at Brooklyn, terrified. Then it all went blank.
Brooklyn snapped back to reality with a gasp.
"Damn flashbacks!" he whispered
Brooklyn looked out his bedroom window. It was pouring rain, no birds flew in the sky, no children played in the parks, everything was wet and dreary. Brooklyn sighed.
"I hate it here. If you were here...Gah! I promised myself I wouldn't do this!"
Brooklyn groaned and flopped down on his bed.
"Don't criticize yourself. It's normal to morn over a loved one."
"Yeah if your a weak sap!"
"Will you two kindly shut up!" Brooklyn yelled
Brooklyn's darker and lighter side quieted down.
"Brooklyn? Who are you talking to?" His mother called
"Uh...no one mom!" He called
"Then come down stairs. Your father and I have something to tell you."
Brooklyn sighed, and dragged himself down stairs. He came into the kitchen and sat down in front of his parents.
"What is it?" He asked
"Well, your father and I have decided to move to Moscow. It will get us away from all this rain." His mom replied
Brooklyn just stared at them. His expression didn't change, he didn't move, he didn't say anything. He just sat there looking at his parents. He got up and left the kitchen.
"I'm worried about him, Harold. Ever since the accident, he hasn't been his cheerful self. Do you think we did the right thing moving him?" Brooklyn's mother asked
"Yes, Elise. He needs to get away from here, and try to forget about that circus bimbo." Harold said
Brooklyn listened to his father's harsh words echo up to his room. His gritted his teeth, trying desperately to stop himself from saying a snappy comment that might get him into trouble. He grabbed a picture of him and his dad when he was a little kid. He tearfully started to tare it up into as many pieces as he could, cursing his dad the whole time.
"What's wrong?" his lighter side asked
"Didn't you hear? His dad just called Julia a bimbo!" his darker side replied
"Just this once, could you both stay out of this?" Brooklyn asked
His light side obediently shut up, but his dark side had other plans.
"You're just gonna let your dad say that about your girl friend?"
"What does it matter? She's not here to care what he says. No go away."
"I can't believe you!"
Brooklyn's dark side obeyed, fuming to himself. Brooklyn sighed and looked back out the window.
"Course I won't be saying that when you two are my only friends, again."
Brooklyn looked over at the clock. 10:30. His dad was gonna be on his back about staying up to late soon. Brooklyn sighed, grabbed his PJ's, and went into the washroom. He came out in black silk PJ's.
"Why me."
"What school am I going to?" Brooklyn asked
"Panther Pride Jr. High school. It looked like a wonderful place." Elise replied
"Oh, okay."
Brooklyn looked out the car window at the snowy streets of Moscow. He started looking for his school. His parents pulled up to a large stone building.
"It's a Boarding School?" He yelled
"Brooklyn keep your voice down. Your inside a vehicle, not at a football game." Harold replied
Brooklyn glared daggers at his dad while stepping out of the car. His father handed him his suit case. His mother came and gave him a slip of paper.
"It's the number of our new house. Call if you feel lonely or just need to talk." She said
Brooklyn kissed his mom on the cheek, and said good-bye. He watched as the car drove away. As soon as it turned the corner, he flashed the middle finger up at them.
"Jackass's, sending me off to a boarding school." Brooklyn thought to himself
"Don't talk about your parents like that!"
"He can say whatever he damn well wants to!"
"Shut up!"
All the boys outside just stood and stared at Brooklyn, some giggled under their hand. Brooklyn blushed crimson and tried as casually as he could to walk inside the school. He slowly made his way to the principle's office on the top floor, going up at least ten flights of stairs.
"Stupid huff school. Hasn't it puff ever heard of a wheez damn elevator?" Brooklyn mumbled
Brooklyn passed some older teens talking. One with blue hair tied back in a pony tail pushed Brooklyn down to the floor. Brooklyn glared up at him. He just adjusted his ball cap and went back to talking with his friends. Brooklyn growled and continued his way up the stairs, finally making it to the top with his suit case. He looked around and noticed everything was labeled in Russian.
"Great. This is all I need. I can't read Russian!" Brooklyn thought
"Ask someone for help."
Brooklyn sighed and looked around. He went up to a teen with black spiky hair and a long pony tail that trailed along his back.
"Excuse me? Can you show me where the Principle's office is?" He asked
"Oh sure. It's that one right there." The boy pointed to a large oak door with gold paneling
"Great. Thanks!"
Brooklyn went over and knocked on the door. A blonde secretary in a white dress answered it.
"Hello? Can I help you?" She asked
"Hi. I'm Brooklyn Kingston. I'm a new student here."
"Oh! Mr. Kingston! Glad you finally arrived. Mr. Dickinson has been very anxious to meet you."
The secretary led Brooklyn into a different room. There sat a pudgy old man in a black suit. He had snow white hair and a cheerful smile on his face. Brooklyn looked past the smile and found a stern old man who wasn't persuade very easily.
"Oh great." Brooklyn thought to himself
"Ah, Mr. Kingston. I was wondering when you'd arrive. I have prepared a room and a seat for you at every class. Your room number is 77. Now, off you go." He explained
Brooklyn nodded, took a map from the side table, and set off to find his room, which was on the bottom floor.
"Screw walking. I'm grinding down!"
Brooklyn jumped up and the railing and started sliding down. All the boys stared at him as he made his way down. He got to the bottom and skidded to a stop, jumped off, and continued to find his way to his room. He finally found it in one of the long hallways. He turned the door knob and walked in. A boy with red hair that stuck up in the shape of the devil's horns was changing and still had no shirt on. Brooklyn blushed a bit as the teen's violet eyes met his jade green ones.
"Hi, I'm Tala." He greeted
"I'm Brooklyn. Nice to meet you." Brooklyn said, the redness fading from his cheeks
"Heh, looks like I'll have to move some of my stuff to make room for you."
The red head looked at the second bed that was covered with CD's, comics, pictures, and lots of junk. Brooklyn grinned at Tala. He was messier than he was. Tala started to clean off the second bed and Brooklyn went and put his toiletry items in the bathroom. When he came out Tala had dumped all his stuff on the floor and was making the bed. Brooklyn went and laid down on his newly made bed.
"They couldn't afford comfy beds?" Brooklyn asked while rolling
"You get used to it. So where do you come from?" Tala asked lying down on his bed
"Vancouver, Canada."
"Oh."
"This kid's pretty cool. Just look at that hair style!"
"Can it!" Brooklyn whispered
"You say something?" Tala asked
"No."
Brooklyn rolled over as Tala went and shut off the light. He went and laid down onhis bad again.
"Sweet dreams, Brooklyn." Tala said
"Night Tala." He replied
A/N: Well, That's Chapter one. Longest chapter I've every writen. Was it good, bad, terrible, fantastic, or needs improvement? R&R please!