A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for the reviews. Some of you have been saying that you
don't think that Lucy and Kevin would be so mean. Well, I agree if it was
actually the tv show, but this is how they are in my story. They're really
strict and stuff. Don't worry. They won't go wacko or anything. LoL. Hope
that you enjoy this chapter, and please keep reviewing!
The next month went by slowly. Brooke had forgotten how horrible it was to be grounded. No phone! No TV! And her parents had realized that she had been using the internet, so now there was none of that either. Life was not good. But finally, the month was up, and Brooke was free. She filled the weekend with trips to the mall with her friends and other out side of home activities.
But soon it was Monday again. As if she knew that Brooke had just been set free, her science teacher assigned a research project. No one was very happy about being given it, as anyone can imagine, but Brooke was the most upset. A whole month of being imprisoned, and now this.
After school, Brooke went to her room and sat on the bed. She reached over and picked up her phone. After dialing her best friend's number, she leaned back and listened the the loud ringing on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rachel, it's Brooke."
"Brooke-Brooke--Hmm, Brooke who?" Asked her friend jokingly.
"Brooke Kinkirk!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know a Brooke Kinkirk." She said. Brooke could practically see the gleam in her friend's eye as she said these words.
"Sure."
"Just kidding. You know I love you!"
"Mmmhmm, whatever you say." Brooke said, pretending to be hurt.
"Oh come on. You're fine!" Brooke laughed
"So maybe you're right. What's up?" She said.
"Nothing really. My brother isn't home for once in his life. It's amazingly quiet." Rachel said with a calm in her voice.
"It's never quiet over here!" Brooke exclaimed. Rachel laughed.
"Yeah, it must be rare."
"That's the understatement of the century!" Brooke cried with a giggle.
"True, true." Rachel agreed.
Suddenly, there was a loud, sharp knock on the door and Joseph burst into the room.
"Brooke! Get off the phone!" He yelled.
"Hold on." She said to her friend. Then she looked up at her brother. "Why should I?" She asked.
"Because everyone else in this home has a life too! You can't keep the line tied up! Some of us need to make calls, and people will be trying to reach us." He said angrily.
"So in other words, you want to call Lindsey?" She asked. Lindsey was Joseph's girlfriend of 2 years.
"AND other people!" Joe said after a minute.
"Sure, big bro. Whatever you say."
"Good. Now hang up." He said.
"Not a chance." Brooke said calmly, and resumed her conversation with Rachel, ignoring everything that Joe was saying. Finally, he left the room, frustrated. Not too long after that happened, Melissa came into the room and flopped down on her bed across from Brooke. She demanded the phone as well, but Brooke still refused. She was determined to keep the phone and talk to Rachel. After all, she had it first! Melissa left and didn't return to fight more, so Brooke was happy. Quickly, 2 hours passed, and Brooke was still chatting with Rachel. Finally, Lucy came into the room.
"Brooke, you've been on the phone for two and a half hours now. It's time to get off." She said.
"No way." She answered, thinking that her mother was her older sister.
"Excuse me?" Lucy asked.
"For those who are hard of hearing, I said no!" Brooke said, raising her voice, still thinking that she was speaking to Melissa. Lucy grabbed the phone from Brooke.
"Brooke has to go now. She'll see you at school tomorrow. Good bye." She said into it, then hung up.
"You are so--" She stopped speaking when she turned around and saw that it was her MOTHER standing behind her. She gaped at her, not knowing what to say.
"Finish your sentence." Lucy said. Brooke said nothing. "OK then, guess you choose not to." She continued. "You'll be staying in this room for the rest of the night, leaving only for the bathroom." She said.
"But" Brooke stammered, "I thought that you were Melissa!" Lucy stared at her daughter for a second and then whispered fiercely
"Are you implying that you would speak to your older sister like that? You have a lot of things to learn, Brooke Elizabeth Kinkirk, and I suggest you start with manners, otherwise you'll be much tanner, and not in a way that you want."
Brooke winced. She knew what her mother meant. In other words, if she didn't start to be nicer, she would be slapped. This may not sound bad to most, but no one wants to be slapped by Lucy Kinkirk.
The next month went by slowly. Brooke had forgotten how horrible it was to be grounded. No phone! No TV! And her parents had realized that she had been using the internet, so now there was none of that either. Life was not good. But finally, the month was up, and Brooke was free. She filled the weekend with trips to the mall with her friends and other out side of home activities.
But soon it was Monday again. As if she knew that Brooke had just been set free, her science teacher assigned a research project. No one was very happy about being given it, as anyone can imagine, but Brooke was the most upset. A whole month of being imprisoned, and now this.
After school, Brooke went to her room and sat on the bed. She reached over and picked up her phone. After dialing her best friend's number, she leaned back and listened the the loud ringing on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rachel, it's Brooke."
"Brooke-Brooke--Hmm, Brooke who?" Asked her friend jokingly.
"Brooke Kinkirk!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know a Brooke Kinkirk." She said. Brooke could practically see the gleam in her friend's eye as she said these words.
"Sure."
"Just kidding. You know I love you!"
"Mmmhmm, whatever you say." Brooke said, pretending to be hurt.
"Oh come on. You're fine!" Brooke laughed
"So maybe you're right. What's up?" She said.
"Nothing really. My brother isn't home for once in his life. It's amazingly quiet." Rachel said with a calm in her voice.
"It's never quiet over here!" Brooke exclaimed. Rachel laughed.
"Yeah, it must be rare."
"That's the understatement of the century!" Brooke cried with a giggle.
"True, true." Rachel agreed.
Suddenly, there was a loud, sharp knock on the door and Joseph burst into the room.
"Brooke! Get off the phone!" He yelled.
"Hold on." She said to her friend. Then she looked up at her brother. "Why should I?" She asked.
"Because everyone else in this home has a life too! You can't keep the line tied up! Some of us need to make calls, and people will be trying to reach us." He said angrily.
"So in other words, you want to call Lindsey?" She asked. Lindsey was Joseph's girlfriend of 2 years.
"AND other people!" Joe said after a minute.
"Sure, big bro. Whatever you say."
"Good. Now hang up." He said.
"Not a chance." Brooke said calmly, and resumed her conversation with Rachel, ignoring everything that Joe was saying. Finally, he left the room, frustrated. Not too long after that happened, Melissa came into the room and flopped down on her bed across from Brooke. She demanded the phone as well, but Brooke still refused. She was determined to keep the phone and talk to Rachel. After all, she had it first! Melissa left and didn't return to fight more, so Brooke was happy. Quickly, 2 hours passed, and Brooke was still chatting with Rachel. Finally, Lucy came into the room.
"Brooke, you've been on the phone for two and a half hours now. It's time to get off." She said.
"No way." She answered, thinking that her mother was her older sister.
"Excuse me?" Lucy asked.
"For those who are hard of hearing, I said no!" Brooke said, raising her voice, still thinking that she was speaking to Melissa. Lucy grabbed the phone from Brooke.
"Brooke has to go now. She'll see you at school tomorrow. Good bye." She said into it, then hung up.
"You are so--" She stopped speaking when she turned around and saw that it was her MOTHER standing behind her. She gaped at her, not knowing what to say.
"Finish your sentence." Lucy said. Brooke said nothing. "OK then, guess you choose not to." She continued. "You'll be staying in this room for the rest of the night, leaving only for the bathroom." She said.
"But" Brooke stammered, "I thought that you were Melissa!" Lucy stared at her daughter for a second and then whispered fiercely
"Are you implying that you would speak to your older sister like that? You have a lot of things to learn, Brooke Elizabeth Kinkirk, and I suggest you start with manners, otherwise you'll be much tanner, and not in a way that you want."
Brooke winced. She knew what her mother meant. In other words, if she didn't start to be nicer, she would be slapped. This may not sound bad to most, but no one wants to be slapped by Lucy Kinkirk.