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As soon as it was 3:00 in the Midwest I called Dani and put her on speakerphone for myself and Matt.
"Okay Brooke, Matt we have to discuss what we are telling your parents," Dani said right off.
"Well we could tell them that your family is in the witness protection program so we create a whole new identity for you and we could get one of your vamp friends to pose as FBI," Matt exclaimed proudly.
"That is brilliant Matt," cried Dani.
"Wow Matt, even I have to admit that, that was pretty clever," I said. Matt was glowing with pride.
"So then on to my new name," Dani said moving on quickly.
"So I think that we should say your middle name is Dani that way you can still be called Dani and we'll give you some horrible first name like… like Angelica," I replied.
"Good I like it," Dani said then, "Cheerio mates I will see you in two days." With that Dani hung up and I turned off my own phone.
Dinner was an awkward occasion. Mom and Dad wanted to talk but there was nothing to talk about. Well except for the pet they promised us after having to leave our poor dog behind. I really missed her; she was so spunky and energetic that it was really hard not to miss her.
I just ate fairly quickly, and then used the homework excuse. I entered my room noticing it for the first time. My walls were a light orange color and my furniture was cherry wood. My full sized bed was in the corner by my window and I had a desk and a chest against the opposite wall. I couldn't wait till the moves got here tomorrow because my room still had no character it seamed empty.
Today was Saturday. It was pointless for us to go to school yesterday, but the parents insisted or more like commanded so I didn't have a choice. This morning I woke up alone found a note sitting by the phone saying that the rest of my family was out getting groceries and I quote, "Sorry that we didn't wake you up, the move has been hard on everyone." So with the charming note left by my parents I decided to run before I showered. I took off down the driveway and turned at the path I had found that first day. What? I was curious to who lived there.
Once I got to the clearing I stepped off the path and sat down on the cold wet ground. About two minutes later I head a screen door snap shut. I looked up to find Alice Cullen walking down the steps pacing and talking on a cell phone. Wait. What? . . . . . . What? Alice Cullen! The Cullens! I wondered why she hadn't seen, smelt, or heard me yet she must have been very much focused on something else. I tried to listen in.
"Edward you can not let this girl chase you away," Alice said while I asked myself if she was talking about me.
"No! Everything you love is here," Alice pleaded.
"You are being a coward!" Alice screeched into the phone then hung up almost snapping it in half. Then she walked inside. I got up slowly and then ran at a steady pace back to my house.
I got out of the bathroom, which had steam coming out of it, as the family arrived. Matt for reason looked really, really happy coming up the driveway.
"Brooke! Brooke! Come out! Come outside!" Matt shouted. I took the stairs two at a time going down. Quite an accomplishment if I say so myself. I sprinted out the door and over to Matt.
"What? Is something wrong?
"No Brooke come and look," my brother said exhaustedly. He half ran half skipped over to the back seat window and pointed. In the back there were two cages one was a cute brown and white puppy, and in the other a beautiful orange tabby kitten.
"Oh my God! Really?" I asked.
"Yes, both exactly what we wanted," Matt exclaimed. When we were both in elementary we had to write papers on our dream pets and that is exactly what our parents got us. I had no idea they remembered that I must have been in like third grade. Happy tears were forming in the corners of my eyes.
"Well are you two going to take them out of the car?" My bother and I jumped. We hadn't known that our parents had come up behind us. I eagerly jogged to the other door and took out the cage.
"What do you say?" I said to my cat, "Capers? What if I name you Capers? Huh?"
Around 10:00 am the movers had dropped off our worldly possessions. I immediately scavenged for the boxes saying Brooke on top. About six trips to my room later I had twelve boxes piled up on top of my bed.
The first thing I got out was my I-pod speaker. I turned it on and music flowed through out my room. I swear…Music is my boyfriend. I started with clothes. Once my closet was filled nice and neatly with the colorful swatches; I moved onto CDs. I some what collected them, right now I had about twenty-three because every time we went into a used or vintage store I usually found something good on the half price wrack. I had a bunch of white crates that I stacked together to make shelf-like-things and that was where I put my CDs and also my books. I was a fantasy sci-fi girl when it came to books. Next, were my stuffed animals, which before the move I gave most of them to goodwill, but all the ones I couldn't bare to part with I kept. For example; I have this dog I got him when I was two. He has been to Ireland and England. Now my little dog is gray instead of white and is missing patches of fur, but the extreme sentimental value remains.
My room was almost finished and I had skipped lunch but I'd have Cheetos later. The last thing I had to do was put up some butterflies. They were all over my walls in my old room but now I decided that I would only put up the yellow and orange butterflies instead of the whole rainbow of colors and no not real butterflies feather, cloth ones. And to finish my new room off I added the bulletin board of old photos from my old town.
I touched the pictures dreamily having flashbacks to memories these pictures held; our ice-cream sundae fight (my parents did not like that one at all), our sophomore prom, my old dog, the prank we pulled on the schools slut (one party she passed out and we used her make-up to make her look like a clown), our field trip to the St. Louis zoo, and my favorite a picture from our first day at middle school, 6th grade, we all had our arms on each others shoulders and smiling like nothing in the world could go wrong.
The tears in my eyes were forming again. I hung up the bulletin and left my room for something to eat.