Math ? Ughhhh.

[Brooklyn]

Brook sat down, her brown hair flouncing as she did. Not alot of people recognized her. She was pretty, tan, and had beautiful grey eyes.. but.. nobody really took notice of her. She wasn't really new.. not by much. She'd came to this school last year..

She leaned back in her chair, pulling her green math book from under her chair, getting out two pieces of notebook paper and a pencil. She wrote her name neatly on the papers, her handwriting as neat as could be.
She looked it over.

Brooklyn Cartwright , January 30th

Looked about right. She looked up at the teacher with a sigh.
" I hate math. "she muttered under her breath.

" Psst. Brook. " Brook turned her head to her left.
" Yes .. ? "

[ Feel free to be that person. ]

[Peyton]

Peyton was sitting in the seat next to Brooke. He had recognized her from last year and was relieved to see her. "How was your summer Brooke?" he asked politely. He wondered if she remembered him from last year. It was hardly the same person though with all that had happened. He sighed and tugged at his dark hair before smoothing down his red and black plaid shirt. He quickly scribbled some answers on his paper when the teacher walked by and sighed in relief when she didn't even glance at him. All of the teachers thought he was crazy know and it made him depressed to think that these teachers knew so little about him and judged him through what they heard.

[If you go back and read through Peyton had a problem with steroids last year and had to go to rehab for a couple months of school and over the summer]

[Brooklyn]

_{" Oh, Hi Peyton. Well, My summer was okay. A lot of swimming ! "
Her soft voice was a whisper, knowing how strict these teachers were. A true pain-in-the-butt.
" How was yours ? I.. Haven't seen you for a while.. "
She thought of the .. problem .. he'd had, and her soft peony lips drew into a sympathetic smile.}

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[Peyton]

Peyton shuddered at the memory of his summer. He had spent the whole time in a treatment facility; the only person to visit him had been his little brother Logan, even though he treated him horribly. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors. I spent the summer at a treatment facility in California, while my father ran around the state for his political campaign. My brother was the only person who visited me. My girlfriend, Courtney, had dumped me while I was sick, but now that I'm better we are back together,' he didn't know why he had told her all of this. Brooke seemed like she could be trusted and he hoped she hand't heard the heart break or betrayl in his tone at the mention of his father and Courtney. He wanted to get over his bitterness towards them, but he just couldn't because they only like him when he's the perfect straight A, star athelte. But when he got sick it was like they ahd given up on him.

[Brooklyn]

_{Brook took out a lip gloss, and dapped a little on her finger. She glided it over her lips, and stared at him intently.
" She dumped you ? While you already didn't feel happy ? What a jerk ! " Brook gasped,placing her hands over her mouth.
Today was early release, meaning school would end in about half an hour.
" Hey, do you want to go somewhere after school to hang out ? Catch a movie, go to the park, club, mall, beach ? I'm free and i'd be totally bored after school today. "
She gave puppy eyes and puffed her lower lip as big as she could.
" Pleeeeease ? "
She pushed her shoulders forward , squishing her chest, and tilited her head.
She probably looked like the most ditzy puppy ever.}

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