Brook was born with something very different from everyone else, her family loved and adored her for her extraordinary difference, she is the jewel of her family. Brook has rainbow colored eyes, no one knows about her exceptional secret, she is able to hide it with contact lenses and her favorite pair of sunglasses. Brook lives on the beach in Florida, the perfect spot for year round sunglass fashion and loves the sun. She doesn’t usually hangout with friends on the weekends until the first day of school when she meets a girl that she thought she could trust, but soon turns out to be her worst enemy.
Summer is finally over and school is starting; I’m not nervous at all. I wake up, get ready for school, put in my contacts, and slip on my most favorite sunglasses; normal routine. When I get to school, I go to the office to get my schedule and hurry to get to my first class. I look around to see all the familiar, nervous faces, some were reading others were talking. I sat down and ignored them all reading over my schedule over and over to memorize it. Then, a new girl comes and sits in the empty seat beside me.
“Hi,” she said in a cheery voice.
“ Hi,” I replied.
She was wearing bright summery colors and had blond curly hair. I was focused on the color of her eyes which I seem to do with everyone. She started asking me a bunch of questions about the school and Florida since she was new to the state. Then she asks me for my schedule so she could see if we had any of the same classes. We had the same lunch.
“I love your eyes, they are so blue!” she had told me which wasn’t going to be the first time either.
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We were at my house on Friday night having pizza and watching movies, like always. It b...
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...ld just tell me to back up and lay down. I went and sat and the top of the stairs and listened.
"Now lets back to our special report, that is blowing up all around the world, "The girl with rainbow eyes"." the reporter announced.
I could just imagine what was happening in front of the TV. My mom sitting so close to the TV, and her mouth wide open. I kept listening and I knew by now that there was a picture of me at the corner and with the quoting things from Hailey. Soon, they were going to blowing the video of the reporter at the house, with me and Hailey standing in front of the door.
After the report was over, I heard my mom coming around the corner. I got up and ran back to my bed. I hear her coming up the stairs and then she entered my room.
"Brook, how did people find out about your eyes and how did you get on the news?" my mom asked.
“Hailey” I snaped.
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