"Brock Enroll Hart!" Brock's mother called. "Yes mommy?" An eight year old Brock asked. "Come sit by me, I wanna talk to you." Brock's mother pated the couch cushion next to her and Brock bounced on the seat.
"What you wanna talk about momma?" Brock asked smiling at her. "Brock, I'm gonna give you some advice on life." Elizabeth said.
"Ok, I'm listening." Brock said. "Brock, you know life's not fair sometimes, and troubles will come, but they will pass." "Remember God will always be with you and so will I." "Don't ever cheat on your wife..." Elizabeth started laughing when she saw Brock stick out his toungue.
"You'll like them one day, you'll find a beautiful woman, who loves you and you'll love her." Elizabeth said. "No one will be as pretty as you." Brock said.
"Aww darling, you're to sweet to be from my bloodlines." "But, remember that be happy with what you have and never be angry from what you lack." "Ok?" Elizabeth asked.
"Ok." Brock hugged his mom and went upstairs to go to bed, tomorrow was a school day.
It was recess and Brock was sitting at a table when he saw two of the bullies picking on a little girl. "Shut up you hick!" "You couldn't sing, even if you tried!"
They threw stuff at her and then Brock heard crying. "Look Ronnie, we've made little red riding hood cry." "Yeah, good work brother." Ronnie said and they took off.
Brock saw the girl had either red hair or orange, he couldn't tell, but he knew she was crying. "Are you ok?" He asked putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Please don't hit me again!" She said with a very strange southern accent. "I promise, I am not the one that hit you, my name's Brock, not Ricky, or Ronnie." He said sitting in front of her.
"My name's Reba, I just moved here from Chokie." She said looking up at him. "Where's Chockie?" Brock asked.
"It's in Oklahoma." Reba said smiling. "Hey look, it's Brook and Rebba." Ricky said making fun of their names. "Leave her alone." Brock said.
Ronnie pulled at Reba's ponytail and Brock pushed him. "Hey, nobody does that to my brother!" Ricky said shoving Brock onto the ground.
No one saw Reba take off running and she came back with a teacheer, who was very angry. "Ronnie, Ricky, principal's office, right now!" She said pointing them toward the door.
"As for you Brock come with me." The teacher said smiling. "You too, Reba, right?" The teacher asked. "Yes ma'am." She answered back. "Oh, Reba by the way, I love to hear how you talk, it's cool." Brock said.
Reba blushed and they walked inside the teacher's classroom.
I know Brock is supposed to be 3 years older than Reba, but they're the same age in the story.