| It's called brooke jackson.
major. star. attitude.
i just want to dance!
“brooke, can you get out
already!” yelled my brother,
beckham. i have two of them, were
triplets. my other one is,
strangely, longmore.
i was sitting on the marble
bathroom counter brushing my teeth
looking through the summer teen
vogue.
i hopped off the counter to spit
and rinse dropping the magazine in
the bathroom trash. i read threw
it, put to test, and now it was
useless.
i opened the bathroom door.
“i hate you.”
we switched places. i was in the
doorway of one of the many of 5
bathrooms in our small celebrity
mansion and he was in the bathroom.
the one everyone loved.
“why?”
“you making me go to your dumb
dance recital.”
“oh, boo-hoo, you’re just mad
because you’re going to miss your
make-out session with kayla.”
“brooke get dressed. we have to
leave in an half and hour,” said
my mom, guilianne. “and your
friends should be here in five
minutes.”
“great, i’ll be downstairs.”
“why?” asked guilianne. the
bathroom door slammed closed and
locked.
“what is this? csi: pullman,
washington?” i snapped.
longmore screeched, “mom
where’s my axe cologne?!”
i rolled my eyes and headed
downstairs. our mansion looked a
lot like a ski lodge and i loved
it.
settling in the living room on the
white suede couch, putting my feet
on the light brown sheepskin rug, i
pulled out my phone. i mean since i
had a uniform and all i really
didn’t need help but i did need
help picking out an outfit to wear,
to pullman high and back.
brooke: how far r u guys?
lily: 10 minutes
brooke: gr8
ana: lily, shut ^. were really 2
minutes away stuck at a red light
brooke: i don’t need exclusive
d-tail.
rachel: ? do u need us 4 anyway?
brooke: i need u guys 2 help me
pick out an outfit 4 the way to
pullman and <.
ana: oh, well we r to helo!
brooke: ?
lily:?
rachel: ?
ana: help, sorry
brooke: oh
lily: oh
rachel: got it!
brooke: you’ve got _ on ur
chest!
ana: lol, but u do bj
brooke: thx
lily: were drving down ur street
now! lay-ter.
“who’s been using my shaving
cream?” hollered beckham.
“stick it up your butt crack!
i’m sure it needs a shaving
there!” i hollered back.
i looked out the window behind our
flat screen tv, there were my
friends walking up the porch
dresses in fancy dresses and
shoes.
the doorbell rang, i ran to get it
and welcomed my friends in with
opening arms then rushed them
upstairs were beckham opened the
door, half of his chin in shaving
cream.
we all bumped into each other at
the view then snickered except ana
who has a crush on my brother. i
think it’s disgusting. she
hasn’t seen him when she’s not
here.
“longmore!” called beckham.
my other brother, who i have to
admit he is hot, walked towards us,
in a towel. we’re only 14 and he
already has a hardcore 4-pack.
rachel and lily plus ana all have a
crush on him.
i walked behind all three of them
and pushed them down the hall,
working my abs, and slapped them
into my closet immediately. my
closet is half the size of a normal
school gym.
it was like hannah montana’s
closet only much bigger with a lot
more stylish clothes in it.
on the leather blue chair that was
placed in front of my computer and
my computer desk, were two outfits
i had suggested on getting there to
pullman high.
on my intercom, my mom announced,
“20 minutes till departure.”
ana ran her hands over the two
outfits and heralded, “it
doesn’t look like you need
help.”
i plumped in 2-seat brown couch,
blue and brown will go together if
you have the right shades, and
whined, “yeah but i don’t know
which outfit to chose. the puma
sweat suit black or the puma blue.
the girls examined it for a while.
“your right it is hard,”
admitted rachel.
“both colors look great on
you,” complimented lily.
“whatever, but i say
the…blue,” suggested ana.
“me, too,” agreed rachel and
lily at the same time.
“it brings out your platinum
blonde hair and brown eyes,”
scored ana. they all nodded in
agreement.
“besides i’m sure david levy
well like it,” assumed lily.
they oohed at me.
david was my crush ever since 4th
grade. he has, well looks like ryan
philippe. this means he looks hot!
our relation ship status is
friends. i had to look good, since
he was coming to the dance recital
to “cheer me on” which
translates into “check me out and
ask me out”, at least i hope.
after i changed into the outfit on
the way there. i came out the
closet bathroom to model it. i got
a 9.5, which was the perfect for
the status of friends. i left an
inch of stomach and back. i looked
better than reese witherspoon! i
gasped, those could be our nick
names. i calmed myself down. i was
getting way too excited and excused
those thoughts away.
“now for the outfit back or for a
date.”
i pulled out two outfits from one
of my computer drawers and held
them up.
“the red sunflower dress or the
purple mini skirt dress?”
“tough. i say…the purple,”
commented ana.
all of my friends were flipping
through old magazines rejecting the
models pose or clothing wear,
drawing an x in purple marker. i
hate these: said, whispered, and
humored,etc.
rachel: “elegant.”
lily: “simple.”
ana: “and sexy. brings out your
tan.”
on the intercom, they heard
beckham’s voice, “10 minutes
till departure.”
“hi charlie!” greeted rachel,
lily, and ana.
“hey angels, see you in 10
minutes!”
“but i can’t wait that long!”
flirted ana.
“neither than i, but hey
that’s business, baby.”
as i gathered my uniform and dress
together it hit me that i never
told her about kayla and beckham,
plus that they’ve been dating
since we were 11. i was careful
enough to hide it for 3-actually,
i’ve known them since preschool
but ana didn’t start liking him
until we reached age 4 and beckham
met kayla when he was 10 and they
were “friends”, so i guess you
can say 3 or 4 years, i’ve been
hiding it. i didn’t like this
feeling at all. i saw ana melt when
beckham said baby.
“bye, angels.”
“bye, charlie!”
once all my stuff was gathered on
my bed, i suggested, “ana, i
think you should totally go after
him.”
“really? i though you hate girls
going all over him.”
“well, not if their my best
friend and i trust them.”
ana smiled and went to search for
something that would say wow to
beckham. “cool, thanks, same to
you.”
“she’s not going to date your
sister,” alleged rachel.
i laughed.
then walked out into my bedroom to
look out my window that stretched
all through my long back wall.
i gasped quietly. i did not want
ana nor my other friends rushing to
window see what was wrong.
i saw kayla walk up. she walked up
in a jean-mini skirt, a green army
colored jacket with a white tank
top, grey cotton leggings and red
ballerina flats. beckham would
think she’s hot but what would
remove his eyes of off kayla and
her legs and onto ana and her green
eyes and red hair. beckham ran to
her and gave her a wet kiss. this
made my head hurt.
i ran back into my closet and
quickly pulled out my
“emergency” outfit.
i gave to ana, who still looking
for something. i threw it in her
arms and pushed her in the bathroom
and closed the door. hoping it
would do, i would have to try and
hide her from kayla even though i
knew she would probably find out
some time of the morning or night
or afternoon if i’m lucky with
david. i had to keep kayla away
from david even though i think
she’s solid with beckham. with
our birthday in 3 days on june 16
and this being the first day of
summer, something big was bound to
happen
i made sure we arrived to our limo
just after kayla , beckham,
longmore, and my mom got into to
there’s just to make sure that
kayla and ana didn’t see each
other.
as we walked down the long porch. i
looked for my driver, mike, to be
standing by our limo and he was. i
saw my mom’s already parked at
the end of the street waiting for
us.
i managed to stay at the back of
our walk holding my 2 changes of
clothes and pulled rachel and lily
behind ana who kept walking in her
amazing outfit that i picked out.
it was the hilary swank oscar dress
that was made just for me but cut
short above the knees about 2 ½
inches. trust me it showed, ana’s
mexican tan back, i’m
italian/portuguese and her black
high heeled ballerina shoes.
there’s nothing beckham loves
more than sexy, athletic legs and
smooth backs that he can see and
touch. i know my brothers.
i pulled back rachel and lily.
“you guys beckham has a
girlfriend. kayla. that’s why, we
had to come down late not because i
thought i had a pimple on my
face.”
“so, you’re trying to keep ana
away from kayla?” solicited
rachel, moving some sandy hair from
her blue eyes.
i nodded.
my mom’s limo beeped and so did
mine. ana beeped it cause her body
was stretched all they way to the
steering wheel.
we ran into to the car laughing.
once we were out of the complex, my
mom called me. now, i will go back
to the script thing.
me: “hi, mom.”
mom: “how come you guys were so
late getting downstairs?”
me: “i thought i had a pimple on
my face.”
mom: “that’s why you guys were
so late?”
me: “yep.”
mom: “well, that’s all i wanted
to know.”
me: “mmm-hmm.” i was switching
through channels on our little
screen tv and settled on “a baby
story.”
my friends (all at the same time)
and me: “i love this show!”
mom: “kayla wants to talk to
you.”
me: “she does?” i walked to a
different seat and sat my self on
the black leather facing the
window. i had to cover my ears so
kayla wouldn’t hear rachel, lily,
and ana cheering on the
mother-to-be.
kayla: “hi.”
me: “hello. what’s up.”
kayla: “i just wanted to wish you
good luck. bumblebee, stop!”
i turned the phone away from my ear
and retched. my friends were to
busy saying, “push!” to
notice.
me: “well, thanks.”
kayla: “i hope you break a leg
out there!”
my friends: “it’s a boy!”
i laughed and looked at the screen
and read, “michael oliver
santos.”
kayla: “what?”
me: “nothing, bye.”
i hung up and dropped my phone in
my purse then walked back over,
laying my head on the window
resting, thinking, i know this
weird, about david and i having a
baby and me screaming and moaning
in pain asking for epidural. i
laughed.
i fixed my make-up with my compact
mirror.
“so, i look fine.”
“you look like a 10!”
i smiled and dropped it in my
purse.
there was knock at the window
behind. we screamed, mike jumped,
and it was all funny the way it
happened.
david laughed.
i opened the door pushing david a
little further back. he pulled me
into a hug, i was so surprised my
cheeks were red. i moved onto the
sidewalk.
we were in a row of cars and limos
as i watched as students, parents,
and some of the girls in my dance
class waved to me and walked into
the high school. we were going to
be juniors by fall.
“i haven’t seen you since we
got of school.”
“yeah.”
yeah. i couldn’t believe myself.
all i could say was yeah.
i saw longmore getting out of the
car and grabbed david’s and
ana’s hand and ran with them up
the steps of pullman high with
rachel and lily struggling to keep
up behind us.
“brooke, i’m in heels not ugly
gym shoes.”
ana was the only wearing heels that
i knew besides my mom. we were
bumping into people but i yelled
sorry as we passed them. we were
almost there, just into the
building, run straight some more
then a turn left and we would be in
the auditorium. just where i needed
to head on to the stage and into
the dressing. i would have to tell
them to stay away from the other 4,
they probably would, i think and i
knew rachel and lily would do their
best to keep…wait if they sat
behind the other 4 then ana would
be staring at beckham all night
while he was kissing kayla “hot
legs.”
“brooke!”
i ran faster thinking it was my mom
or my brothers. i saw another pair
of feet running next to david.
i glanced still making sure i
wouldn’t trip, and it was one of
my classmates from dance, alicia
hudson, she’s not in my clique
but we’ve been best friends since
kindergarten. we’ve been close
ever since. rachel, lily, and ana
hate her, i don’t know why.
i wanted to stop and give her a hug
but we were in the school now,
running threw the empty cafeteria
that was getting set up for the
after party.
“hey…lici!”
can you believe i’m the only one
allowed to call her that besides
her parents?
“what… are…you
guys…doing?”
“running away,” held rachel
looking at her feet.
“from…who?” alicia was fast
running and was ahead of us.
“you,” replied ana in a cold
way.
she slowed to look at me. i
mouthed, “don’t pay attention
to them.”
turn and we were in the auditorium.
standing at the far back.
“rachel and lily, you know what
to do,” i believed.
they shook their heads yes. taking
ana to the front row of seats,
running again.
i faced david, who was
complimenting of how fast of a
runner.
“thanks.”
i scowled at her but i knew she
wouldn’t to that, she knew i
liked him. alicia stood by me.
“i’ll wait for you, over
there.”
she pointed by the stairs of the
stage were dancers were heading
into the dressing or rehearsal
room, which is the dressing room.
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ends
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