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Brooke: "Okay. Thanks." She lies down on his bed and tries to relax.
Brooke: She attempts a smile. "Thanks."
Brooke: "I don't know." She sighs and looks around. "But I do have a splitting headache." She rubs her forehead.
I am such a noob.
Brooke: "I don't know, I wasn't there long enough. But the boy swung an axe into a tree then acted like nothing was wrong." She shrugs.
Brooke: She nods. "Yes."
Brooke: "I don't know their names... But one was holding an axe. They seemed quite angry, I think."
Brooke: "Okay." She stands slowly and follows Saxon into his room.
Brooke: "Yeah, true." She sighs and bangs the back of her head against the wall.
Brooke: She shakes her head, then sits down, her back against the wall. "Those guys are... S-scary."
Brooke: "You honestly thought I'd be able to sleep?" She raises an eyebrow.
Brooke: She walks slowly back to her dorm, images of Markal swinging the axe replaying in her mind. She shudders with fear as she walks down the...
Brooke: "Yeah... F-fine..." She stands up slowly and walks away, doing her slow, loud breathing.
SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE POTTERHEADSSS!
If they say soldiers are a waste of life, then they are a waste of life.
️ No.
Brooke: She stares as they walk away, remembering Markal holding an axe, and the sight of the school destroyed.
So I just found this on the Internet: "One day, it will happen. I will hear it on the radio driving home, or see it on the news. A newsreader...
Brooke: "T-to know what is h-happening." She stutters, slightly intimidated by the girl and the boy.
Brooke: Her eyes widen in fear and she stumbles backwards clumsily.