"Detroit? Are you for real?" 17 year old Brooke asked her father. "Yes Detroit, calm down, it's just like Toronto." He replied, he was in his den packing up his books, and computer. They were moving again.
"Yeah, right, except you know it's in The United States! I don't want to be a Yankee! I'm a proud Canadian!" Brooke yelled.
"Oh Brooke, it will be alright, besides you know I can't turn this down. And Americans aren't as bad as you think, I'm sure some of them are wonderful people." Brooke stared at her father in disbelief.
"Dad, why can't we just stay here? I like it here. I've made a few friends. Please not another move." She pleaded with her father.
"Honey, I can't do anything about it, I'm sorry. Why can't you be like your brothers? They are excited." He smiled widely. Brooke rolled her eyes.
"This is so unfair." She thought to her self.
Two days later they were in the car, off to Detroit. Brooke was the oldest child, and the only girl in her family. Her mom had left them when Brooke was 6, she moved to Italy and married a woman name Giovanna. They owned a bakery. Brooke didn't like to talk about it much. It was a little awkward to tell people your mom was a lesbian. Brooke's younger twin brothers were one year when she left. They never really dwelled on her memory. But Brooke's father, Frank did. They were high school sweethearts married at 18, parents by 19, and by 25 divorced. Now Frank was 36, and he was happy, and trying to put the past behind him. That's partly why he moved every few months. Also his job made him. He was a computer programmer who worked for Law firms. They were always asking to go to different places.
Brooke was starring out the window. She watched her newest home fly by. She was sad. She had only lived there for three months, she had barely settled in. She had made two friends. And they were good friends too. April and Mike, two great people, she would probably never see again. Oh well, add it to list of other friends she'd made and lost. Since Brooke was 12 she had lived all over Canada and even in Germany for a few months. Now off to Detroit. "Great, a bunch gangs. And they don't even have a good hockey team." She thought to herself. She looked at her brothers. They weren't sad, they could careless, they were 11 years old and watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, life was great for them. Brooke sighed.
They arrived at their new home. It was small house in a cozy neighbourhood. Brooke quite liked it actually. It was winter time, and there was tons of snow. Her brothers were building snowmen before they even got into the house. Brooke went upstairs into her room. The window faced the window of the house next door. A tall young man was standing there wearing no shirt, scratching his chest. Man was he sexy! He was built with light brown hair, and a tattoo on his shoulder. He had such a wide smile, and a smoke in his mouth. He picked up his guitar and shirt and left the room. Brooke just starred. "Maybe I will like it here." She said to herself. She brought up her boxes and started to unpack. The next day their was a knock on the door.
A kind looking woman was there. She looked to be about 50, she had white hair and blue eyes. She looked like the type of woman who could make anyone feel better. "Hello, my name is Evelyn Mercer. I'm your next door neighbour." She pointed to house with hott boy in it. Just then a young handsome black boy emerged, waved to Evelyn, then drove away. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I made some brownies." Evelyn smiled and handed the plate to Frank. "Well thank-you so much, that's very kind of you. I'm Frank Roberts, this is my daughter Brooke, and my son Wade and my other son Everett." All the children stood in the doorway. All three of them had blonde hair and green eyes, the twins had the same nose and smile, they looked like Frank, but Brooke looked like her mom. "Hello." They all said in unison. "Please come in." Frank asked politely. Evelyn came in and they sat down on the kitchen table, the twins ran off to play. But Brooke stayed, she was curious.
"I'm a foster parent, or I was. I've taken in many children and given them proper homes, and new start to get a better life. But four of them I adopted. My oldest Bobby, then Jeremiah, then Angel, then my youngest boy, Jack, they're great boys." Evelyn explained. Brooke wondered which one the boy in the window was. "Angel was the boy who got into the car earlier. He's 20. He wants to join the navy. Jeremiah is 23 and Bobby is 25. And Jack is 17." Frank smiled to Brooke. "The boys are 11 and Brooke here is 17 as well." Evelyn smiled widely. "Well she'll have to meet Jackie." Brooke's cell phone started to ring. "Excuse me, it was nice to meet you Ms. Mercer." Brooke excused herself. She went up stairs and answered her phone. It was April. She told April all about the boy, and the family next door. It was all so exciting, and she though Detroit would suck.
The next day Brooke went to school. It was an older high school and much bigger, and way more people. She was lost immediately. She walked down the halls trying to find her home room class, when she bumped into this tall boy, at first she was angry, but when she looked again it was the boy from next door. Wow did he have gorgeous crystal blue eyes. He stared at her. "Sorry" she said quickly and walked away. He looked very punk. He had jeans on with a black hoodie. He had his left ear pierced, and it looked like he had his tongue pierced too. Brooke watched him walk away. He wasn't the type Brooke would normally find attractive. She liked the athletic type, but there was something about him she just couldn't get out of her head.