Wrong Number

Brooke sat down on Arthur's Bench. Thinking. Wondering. Was Ben right? Did everyone hate her? Maybe. A tear fell down her cheek; what had she done that was so awful? Ok, she wasn't the most perfectly behaved teenage girl, but then again the word "perfect" doesn't exist. It was cold, dark and had just started raining. Brooke tugged the sleeves of her jacket to cover her hands as she huddled on the bench pulling her hood up. It wasn't the nicest of weather, but in a strange way she was pleased, because the raindrops disguised her tears. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Are you okay?" – Brooke lifted her head to see her auntie standing a few metres away with a sympathetic look on her face.

"What do you care..." she spat back.

"Oh come on Brooke that's not fair. It's late, freezing and chucking it down; if I didn't care do you really think I'd be standing here now?"

She didn't know really how to answer that. Ronnie always had an answer, to anything and everything. Brooke thought the best way to reply was just a small, simple smile.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or are we just gonna be sitting here all night" Ronnie asked as she sat down next to her niece.

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Try me."

"I...I can't...I WON'T tell you..."

"Hmm, fair enough. But what if I told you I'd get us some chips each, you must be starving seen has all the food tonight has been sabotaged" Ronnie laughed.

"Well, I guess that could sway me" Brooke giggled.

"Here's a tenner. Two medium portions of chips with salt AND vinegar" Ronnie stated as she pulled out a ten pound note from her pocket and handed it to Brooke.

"Thanks, I'll be two ticks" Brooke smiled. "Oh, one thing though...don't suppose you could look after this for me? Ian gave me a right lecture last time for having it" she said giving Ronnie her mobile phone.

"Why's that?" she asked

"Someone called me and the ringtone made him completely freak and he burnt his hand on the chip fryer" Brooke laughed.

"Oh, so that's why he went round for weeks with it all bandaged up!?"

"Yeah, why else! You didn't think he just fancied dressing up like The Mummy did you?"

"Well you never know, he does have a bit of a screw loose! Now hurry up you, we'll be lucky to eat anything by next Christmas at this rate!"

Ronnie smiled to herself as she watched Brooke run across the square to the Chip Shop. Her attention was then drew to the phone she had in her hand, which kept ringing and ringing. She looked at the screen to see the words "Grandad calling" flash.

"Hello, Mark. It's your Dad. Look Brookes really misbehaving right now, I think the best thing is for you to come and fetch her. I've tried my best but she won't buy it..."

"Dad?"

"Veronica? What are you doing with Mark's phone?"

"This isn't Mark's, it's Brooke's phone"

"What?"

- You prolly realised I haven't updated in a while. Alot has been going on, which I will explain now - but please review because all your comments mean so much to me x
-You don't know this, but Brooke (the character in my fan-fic) was inspired and taken from my best friend Brooke. They were very alike :) Unfortunately, my friend passed away in hospital last week, whilst she was fighting for her life after a riding accident which affected both of us. Brooke was such an amazing person, and I'm proud to call her my best friend. Everything she done put a smile on my face, so this fan-fic is turning into more of a dedication to my lovely girl. Miss you B, life feels so strange without you :( all my lovee babee xxxxxxx