Brooke.

is a lesbian. That just had to be said early on. I really feel that this small insignificant fact actually has a lot to do wit her oddness. I’ve known her 12 years. Of course we’ve only been friends for 9 years. Brooke is mean. When in elementary school, she would run down the hall and attack me. Yes, attack. Hit, push, kick, pull, whatever she wanted to do to inflict pain. While she did it to everyone, I swear i seemed to be her target. It’s like I wrote out on my forehead, “Come punch me. Please. I want to have a giant bruise, that is purple.”

When we became friends, she was still mean. In fact, she became worse. We had a class together for the first time too. No, two classes. Wait…3. That truly was too many for our first year of friendship. It’s amazing I made it out alive. The attack rate when to a sky high! My little mind couldn’t have imagined such purposefully inflicted pain between friends until I met her.
Brooke sat right behind me in our reading class. (Holy crap. We had 4 classes together.

Ridiculous!) Her favorite thing to do in this particular class, was pull my desk out from under me as I went to sit down. What Brooke didn’t know, is that she couldn’t upset me by doing this. That year I was the biggest klutz in the school. I was walking down the hall and lifted my arm to give someone a high five and managed to get my shirt caught on the door. Having a desk pulled out from under me was nothing. I laughed. It was hysterical. We had a couch in our reading class for our bums to be comfy while we took in words of wisdom from writers… of books. I would make sure to save her a seat, as a friendly gesture, she would put her feet all over me. I let her. Brooke didn’t really understand this at all. The concept of being nice was too much for her to handle.

We had athletics together and unfortunately were in the same locker room, my shoes went missing on nearly a daily basis. I got really comfortable walking about the halls barefoot. The guy was on one side of the building and our computer class right after was on the complete opposite side. Someone must have been dreaming this up when they made our schedules. Oh how entertaining to watch someone who just got punched in the arm walk barefoot down a crowded hallway to her next class. Laugh it up. I’d walk into the class and sit down at my computer and wait patiently for my shoes. There was no need in getting fussy, eventually she’d throw them at my head. Oh the abuse! Isn’t it beautiful? What a screwed up friendship.

Brooke is gorgeous. I’m not exaggerating either, she’s truly very beautiful. Her freckles make her really unique. She also had the most gorgeous, thick, healthy, dark brown hair. Amazingly, she never wore it down. How does someone with such fantastic hair NEVER wear it down? Well I still don’t understand but in that little Brooke head, it all makes since. It was always in a pony tail. A perfect one at that. No lumps, not a single one, perfect placing on the head, put up with a scrunchy. The single girly thing about her is the scrunchy. Brooke was so picky about her hair too. You’d think she’d be the last person who would want to sit on the bed and brush each others hair. Negative! Although, it wasn’t quite normal. She would lay across the bed and have her head positioned so that her hair would fall off. You had to spray it wet with water and then brush it with this oddly curved brush that formed to the head. Really I guess it’s a pretty awesome brush, since it forms to the head and gets every single little hair. Perfect for Miss. Picky Brooke. So not only did she commit a girlish act, she did it in the some odd way known to man. Leave it to Brooke.

Not only was she gorgeous, Brooke had a nice little figure to go along side that. She even had a ba-dunk-a-dunk! (White girl say what!?) Of course I gathered this from he ONE single time I saw her in jeans. Any other time you saw her she was in basketball attire. T-shirt, shorts, and shoes. All basketball. Seriously. All of it. Even in the winter. She would just add a long sleeved shirt underneath, and occasionally she would add basketball pants. Wow. What a difference that made. She hasn’t changed much over the years either. Except for the fact she cut off all her hair, got a gazillion piercings and just about as many tattoo’s. Oh Brooke!

I have 3 fond and predominant memories with Brooke. The rudest one is when she just happened to be at the skating rink at the same time as I and a couple of friends. She shoved to the ground the one of them down that wasn’t good at skating yet. I guess that’s not much of a surprise to anyone anymore though.

One day when we were in athletics; I jumped a hurdle in the grass, landed wrong, and screwed up my knee. Way to go me! Brooke came to my house after school that day to hang out after this glorious and hysterical fall. She decided she wanted to wrestle. Why on earth anyone would want to wrestle a cripple is beyond me. We wrestled though! I guess one thing I failed to mention is she was a 5’2 girl at the time, while I was almost 5’6. This tiny little muscle machine lifted me over her head and body slammed me. Body slammed the cripple! How wrong is that!? Thankfully, we were in the grass. I can only imagine how many neighbors got a kick out of us when we went outside and wrestled. Oh the laughs we must have gotten.

My favorite story of all though, is the gecko. The little green reptile that just popped into your mind from the Geico commercials, he’s exactly what I’m talking about! It was late one night and Brooke was staying over. We were both bouncing off the walls, so we went outside to race. Sure enough, there was a gecko crawling around in the grass. I screamed like the little girl I was. Brooke on the other hand thought it was the coolest thing since sliced bread! She went over to it and slowly picked it up by the tail. The tail was in her fingers, but there was no gecko! Brooke then proceeded to scream like a little girl! It was the greatest thing to see her jump around a scream! Absolutely priceless! I was rolling in the grass laughing at her.

Brooke’s truly caring side always flabbergasted me. She was so mean on the outside, but when you speak to her and truly get to know her, she’s really a sweetheart who has a very caring heart. Just don’t let her know that!