Riot Girl
"One more strike, that's all Im giving you!" My Mom hollered in my face.
"What? Why, I did nothing wrong!" I screamed back equally as loud.
"Brooke, Im sorry, but I consider calling your math teacher a whore, and throwing a blackboard duster at her head, something wrong!"
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, "The bitch asked for it."
"I mean it this time Brooke, Im sick of being called at work to come and pick you up because once again, you've been suspended! It is embarrassing!"
"Oh yeah, coz its all about you."
"No Brooke, usually, its all about you!"
I scoffed loudly, "Whatever! The only time you acknowledge my existence is when Im in trouble!"
"Is that what this all is, a call for help?" She asked, seriously.
I laughed out loud, "Puh-lease! I am not that fricken pathetic!"
"Watch the language, young lady."
"Fricken isn't a swear word!"
"Don't argue with me Brooke!"
"Well quit being such a bitch," I said folding my arms across my chest.
"Get to your room, now!" She screamed, her face turning an unnatural shade of red.
"Good, at least I don't have to talk to you up there!" I said storming up the stairs and slamming my door shut.
Seriously, my Mom is just so unreasonable sometimes. I mean she acts like every little thing that goes wrong is my fault, I mean, its not like I get in trouble on purpose. Well, okay I admit sometimes I do, just coz, you know, school can get boring. But not everything is purposeful, I mean, I swear Mrs. Taylor, like totally has it in for me. She's like jealous or something. She always picks on me, and its coz of her stupid self, that Im in trouble, once again, which incase you haven't already figured out, isn't a rare occurrence for me.
So heres what happened right, Im in Math, minding my business, you know, having a little private convo with some guy on the football team about last weekends party, and she's all,
'Brooke, is there a problem?'
And I was like, 'Uh, apart from you interrupting me…no,'
'Get out,'
'No,'
'Get out, now!' She screamed at me
I stood up and started walking towards the door, coz seriously she looked like her head was gonna blow up if she yelled any louder. 'Chill out, Im going' I said.
'You do NOT get to tell me what to do you, spoiled, immature little girl!' She screamed. Totally uncalled for, right?
Anyways the next thing I know, Id called her a whore, picked up the blackboard duster and hurled it at her head. Bulls eye, right between the eyes. I get sent to the principal, my mom got called and I got suspended for three days, the usual. I don't know why, but getting into trouble really doesn't faze me. I mean I get told all the time that's its like, bad for my college transcript or whatever, but I just….I don't know, whatever.
So now Im gonna be stuck at home until Thursday, when I have to go back to school and have a lovely little meeting with Mrs. Taylor so I can apologize. I can't wait.
So its been three days since the 'situation,' as Im forced to refer to it as, seeing as my mom doesn't let me talk about when I get in trouble, she thinks I do it on purpose so I can have bragging rights. Pathetic, I know.
I just got out of that stupid meeting with that stupid teacher, who totally denied what she said to me by the way. Anyways I was standing by my locker when my best friend, Riana walked up and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey girl, we missed you these past few days, how was ya break?" She said, tucking a piece of her golden hair behind her ear.
"Uh you know how it goes, totally boring," I replied, frowning.
"Well tonight, we're all gonna go down to the fair that's in town, you know, get drunk, have fun, whatever. You up for it?"
"Hell yes! I haven't been out in three days," I whined.
"Kay, well meet at mine yeah, Chris is gonna drive us,"
"Chris?"
"My boyfriend," Riana smiled dreamily.
"What happened to Ben?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Oh God, he is old news, Chook, " She said, I smiled at her use of my dreaded nickname. "Anyway, have to get to class, my place, 8ish, be there Brooke." And in a flourish she was gone.
Old news? I laughed to myself. Old news for Riana is like….last week. I mean, I love her coz she's my friend and all, but in all honesty, she's kind of a hoe.
I stumbled through a crowd of random people, trying to find where everyone in my group had gone too. I cant even remember how I lost them, I mean one minute their all around me, next, their gone. We'd been at this carnival for what, ten minutes, and I was already drunk, and alone. Go figure. I dropped my water bottle I had so cleverly filled with vodka and OJ and bent down to pick it up, standing back up I finally saw Riana and the rest of our 'crew', how ghetto right? But they're all pretty cool. I walked over to her, trying not to draw attention to my current state of uh, intoxication.
Finally reaching the group, I noticed there was a whole lot of random teenagers surrounding Riana. Oh surprise, she was in the middle of a screaming match with some random skank.
I pushed through the onlookers and took stand beside my friend, looking the other girl dead in the eye. She looked me up and down before scoffing.
"Look bitch, do you have a problem with my friend?" I asked her.
Her face twisted into an even uglier scowl, "Yeah, and now I have one with you too, slut."
Oh hell no, if its one thing Brooke Davis isn't, it's a slut. This bitch is gone!
"Honey, if I where you, Id back the hell up," I tried to tell her, calmly.
"What are ya gonna do, hoe?" Okay, that's it, she called me a slut, and a hoe, and the bitch disserved what was coming to her.
"BITCH!" I screamed as I smacked her across the face, she gasp in surprise and before she had a chance to react Id tackled her to the ground and started laying into her, I cant really remember what happed during the fight, I never usually can, and Ive been in a fair few fights. Apparently the adrenaline makes you sort of, blackout or whatever. Its not that Im a violent person, I just believe in sticking up for myself.
Next thing I know somebody has a hold of my waist and is pulling me up off the poor girl, not realizing it was a dreaded authority figure, I lunged back at the girl, who in return punches me smack bang in the cheek, it didn't really hurt though. I manage to grab a handful of her hair and Im about to give her the old left right goodnight when Im tackled to the floor by two security officers. They got here fast. By now a bit of a crowd has formed around us, oh great, publicity.
"Uh Ew! Get off me you perve!" I yelled trying to struggle free of the beefy guy who had me not so gently pinned to the grass. Another female officer comes along and roughly pulls me off the ground. And the next thing I know Im being shoved into the back of a cop car, and being driven to the address I was forced to give them: My home, that would now be known as hell.
I sat in my room as my Mom discussed what had happened with the two police officers that escorted me home. She didn't say a single word to me when she opened the door, she just pointed upstairs, and that was when I knew I was in big trouble. Or maybe she just didn't want to embarrass herself by screaming at me whilst we had company. Either one.
I was absorbed in my thoughts when she slammed by bedroom door open with out even knocking. Um, invasion of privacy much, Gosh.
"Pack your bags Brooke." She simply said.
"What? Why?" Where was I going?
"I gave you a chance, and you screwed that up royally."
"But Mom…."
"Don't but Mom me," She said, as she began throwing clothes out of my closet onto my bed, "I said pack your bags, your going to live with your Dad."
"Um, who?" My parents had broken up before I was born, and I'd met him once in my sixteen years. A Dad is supposed to be a man you look up to an aspire to be like as a child. A role model. As far and I was concerned, I didn't have a Dad.
"Your Dad, Brooke." She rolled her eyes obviously.
"Sorry, correct me if Im wrong, but I don't have one…"
"Everybody had a father Brooke, stop being such a stubborn child!" She yelled.
"I am NOT living with that thing you call my father!" I yelled right back.
"You have no say in the matter."
"Yes I do! You can not force me to do something I don't want to. God, I would rather go….anywhere than live with that…that….Ew, I don't even know what to call him."
"Well..." My Mom started.
"Well what?" I urged.
"So you would rather go anywhere else, correct?"
"Um, hell yes!" I watched my Mom walk out of my room, only to return ten seconds later, with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Pack your bags, you leave in the morning, Ill wake you," She said, slamming my door closed.
I looked down at the brochure she had thrown on my bed, 'Lake Princeton Camp For Disorderly Teens.'
Oh you gotta be kidding me.
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