๑ ๑ ๑ (1 of september) I was at the train. Again. "Ugh, it's that girl again..." "No wonder she doesen't have any friends..." "Any friends? And what am I?" I raised my head. There she was. Brooke. The annoying guys looked at her. "And who the heck are you?" "Brooke Lewis. Someone who is not stupid enough to make fun of someone for not having parents. You guys are pathetic, really." Then, she turned leaving those guys annoyed, sat in my cabin and closed the door. We were silent for a couple of minutes. "They're always like that?" She asked. She really seemed to care about me. "Yeah. Since the first day." Another short silence. "What I said before... it's true. They're totally pathetic. They don't understand what is losing a parent." "I guess that's why I always preferred Half-Blood Camp. There people understand what's not having a parent. Well, and I have friends there." "Then," Said Brooke strongly "I'll be your best friend here! And I'll help you to make more friends! And, and!..." I started laughing. I love it when Brooke starts talking like that. She stops talking and looks at me while I keep laughing. Then we both start laughing. And we don't stop. It's great.
ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Pᴏʀ Qᴜᴇ Tᴇ Vᴀꜱ ? ♬ Jᴇᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ 1:23 ───ㅇ───── 3:03
