Brooke's Point Of View Chapter 1
As I walked into the door of the place that was supposed to be called home and threw my bag down on the ground then went upstairs to my room but when I got up there I heard my parents crashing things around in their open doored bedroom, I knocked on the wall beside the door hinge.
"Is everything alright up here or what?" I asked somewhat caring.
"Everything fine we are just ready to go on a trip that's all."
"Really where too this time?"
"The country club camp-out. I thought I told you about how we're going, but I guess you weren't listening as usual."
"No, I remember just fine, I thought you were going on a business trip for three weeks."
"Well we were but then we decided it would be fun to have some family bonding with you."
"But why? You never cared before, all you guys did was throw money at my face and then leave. I mean who does that?"
"Do not talk to your mother like that young lady. You are our daughter and we want what's best for you and that is going on a camp-out with us. Do you understand Brooke?"
"Yes I understand, so when do we leave for Hell?"
"Brooke Penelope Davis if you ever use language like that I will wash your mouth out with soap, and to answer your question we are leaving early tomorrow mourning."
I figured it's easier to just agree with them so then there is no arguing because to tell you the truth I can't stand arguing. After awhile a left their room and went to my room too pack all of my junk for tomorrow mourning. I was actually kind of excited about going on a camp-out, you know sleeping underneath the stars or if you prefer a tent, making smores, and just relaxing like you have no care in life. I finally finished packing after three hours and all I had was five suitcases, a little carry on bag, my purse, and a pillow because there is no way you could make me sleep on a dirty pillow or no pillow at all.