My Story Blog

Chapter 1

 

Brooke Gonzalez sat up in her bed and pulled on her clothes. It was the second day of school and she needed to make an entrance. Yesterday didn’t go well; first, Brooke’s friend Amber broke her mom’s favorite cheetah print heels on the edge of a locker (I know, what the hell?), and then Tess slipped on the waxed floor in her flats and fell on her butt. Brooke stayed perfect and strutted in the halls, trying to ignore the fatality of her friends.

  “Brooke, Vatina is coming up with your breakfast.” Mrs. Gonzalez said through Brooke’s door. 

  “Ugh,” Brooke groaned back through the door. “Ugh, whatever.”

  “Brooke, your eggs and whole wheat pancakes!” Vat came inside.

  “Knock, Vat!” Brooke screeched at her face.

  “Sorry, Brooke.” Vat bowed quickly and left.

  “Whatever.” Brooke rolled her eyes. She ate one bite them shoved the plate onto the floor, ignoring the mess.

  She brushed her teeth then pulled on her flip-flops.

  “’Morning, Brooke.” her mother said in her Spanish-accent.

  “’Morning,” Brooke said dully. “I seriously don’t approve of the school bus. We deserve to have a high-class double-decker. I simply don’t understand why Dad can’t drive me school either.”

  “Brooke, there’s no need to even go to school in a bus! You can just walk on the dirt-road! So bus, or no bus, your choice, pequeña estimada.” Mrs. Gonzalez said.

  “Mom, please don’t call me little dear. I’m not little any more.” Brooke groaned and grabbed her book-bag.

  “Hmm…¿Joven mujer? Mi hija? Can I call you any of those?” Brooke’s mother asked.

  “How about Brooke?” Brooke asked and stepped out of the door.

  “¡Adiós, el caramelo!” Mrs. Gonzalez called.

  “Mom, you did not just call me caramel! Ugh, oh well, bye.” Brooke blew a kiss to her mother and strutted onto the bus.

  The bus driver politely tipped his hat at Brooke then shut the doors.

  “Move!” Brooke barked at a classmate she didn’t like.

  “Good morning?” the kid moved to the next seat behind.

  “Yeah, whatever. I so care.” Brooke was amazed how her accent sounded so California-ish instead of Mexican. Brooke didn’t even live in California. She lived in New Mexico, where the dirt roads and little one stories houses were. Brooke was considered rich, with a cozy two-story house, one maid, and a single mother. Amber and Tess had big one-stories.

  “Brooke!” Amber squealed.

  “Amber, hey.” Brooke smiled politely at her friend. Amber got too excited over things.

  “You look great. Nice jeans.” Amber toned her voice down a bit and settled down next to her friend.

  “Well of course they look nice, they’re on me, duh!” Brooke rolled her eyes.

  “My bad!” Amber sarcastically hit herself in the head.

  “Whatever,” Brooke yawned. She turned her super dark brown haired head to the window to see her friend Tess walking out of her house quickly to catch the bus. “Omigod, Tess is wearing her tennis shoes again!”

  “God, does she have to be such a tom-boy?” Amber agreed.

  “I don’t know, but I’ll scold her for that.” Brooke glared as the doors opened. They needed to make a good entrance looking as beautiful as possible, yet casual. Tennis shoes were way too casual.

  “Hey guys.” Tess fell down on the seat across from Brooke’s and Amber’s.

  “Tess, I can’t believe you wore tennis shoes. You could have at least worn fancy Vans!” Brooke said.

  “I couldn’t find my Vans. My madre mala made me wear these ‘cause we were in such a hurry. I was lucky to even be ready to catch the bus.” Tess was known for using insults in Spanish as she just did, calling her mother evil.

  Brooke rolled her eyes and then threw a you-better-look-nicer-next time look at Tess.

  “Well, sorry for having strict parents.” Tess brought up her book-bag and began searching in it.

  “You’d think strict parents would have their kids dress nicely, don’t you think?” Amber put in.

  “Shut up, Amber.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Girls, calm down. Don’t make your cheeks all read before we make our entrance.” Brooke wiped her palms on her typical blue jeans.

  Amber and Tess both rolled their eyes at the same time. Brooke was always harsh and mean, but her weak side was imperfection. Brooke needed everything perfect and beautiful, and if it wasn’t, it would be held on Brooke for the rest of the year.

  “We’re almost there.” Brooke pointed out.

  “Don’t get so worked up about that stuff. It’s stupid. Everyone knows we dominate and they obey us,” Tess said.

  “Yeah, and you’re always perfect anyway.” Amber threw in.

  “Thanks, guys, you’re right. Those losers won’t ever get the chance to dominate until were gone.” Brooke nodded.

  “No problem.” Amber shook her head.

  “Well, it’s time for your ‘big entrance.’ ” Tess put quotes around ‘big entrance.’

  “Ha, ha,” Brooke smiled sarcastically. “Okay, girls. Let’s dominate!”

  “The Domination has arrived.” Tess and Amber nod.