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Brooke: She sits on the pavement outside her house, afraid to go inside. Alex: He sits beside his sister, not wanting to say anything incase he...
Brooke: "If I remember rightly, this is English Literature, is it not?" She leans forward. "And may I ask you this: why are you arguing with a...
Brooke: "Go ahead." She leans back and folds her arms, intending to say no more to her teacher.
Brooke: "Certainly, Sir." She put on a sarcastic voice, closing the book loudly.
Brooke: She sighs, then leans back in her chair. Alyssa: She comes into the room quietly and sits at the Ravenclaw table, acting like she wasn't...
Brooke: She smirks. "Cool." She puts her pencil behind her ear, then opens her book. "Now if you don't mind," she motions to her book. "I would...
Brooke: She shrugs. "I was busy."
Brooke: She takes her seat at the back of the class, determined to try and focus this time.
Brooke: She stands. "See ya," she says, barley above a whisper an leaves the room. When she enters her own, she changes into casual clothes:...
Brooke: "Yeah..." She says sleepily, then rubs her eyes, a thick layer of mascara coming off on the back of her hand.
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Brooke: She wakes slowly, and sits up, yawning. She looks around and realises that this isn't her bedroom, and then she remembers everything that...
Brooke: She eventually relaxes and falls asleep, her legs curled right up to her chest, her arms around them.
Brooke: She tosses and turns, still not fully asleep, but almost there. She sees once again in her Mind's Eye the image of Markal swinging the...
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Brooke: She smiles, and eventually falls asleep, thoughts of the last few hours swimming in her mind.
Brooke: She sighs, and begins to feel the pain in her head go away. "Thank you." She says, realising she didn't say it before.
Brooke: "Your room is very decorated, isn't it? I mean, mine is just plain, with a few photo frames here and there..." She trails off, realising...
Brooke: "That's cool. The only thing my grandmother taught me was how to make a paper airplane." She shrugs then looks around at his room.
Brooke: She sniffs the lavender oil, and is surprised by how strong it is.