My life had been normal up to that day. That stupid ass party! I had to go didn't I? I had to show up just to piss Spencer off. I knew I would too. Mr. Hockey-Jock wouldn't be tormenting us tomorrow because not only was he Top-Jock of Cardinal High School, but he was top student too. I had his A grade in Debate tomorrow, and I was going to make sure he knew.

I had known Spencer since we were six. His parents, Connie and Pierre Dionne were best friends with my own, Sierra and Claudio Diabla. His parents were very French and your basic hometown suburban couple. My parents were culturally inclined artists from my mother's beloved Brooklyn, New York. I , I'm sure that's where I got my name. Brook Lynn Diabla. But, they moved us to Quebec when I was five.
I was an outcast in Cardinal. A punk, a goth, whatever you want to call it. I liked black and I hated people. I had my clique and that's all I needed. My clique was my , Lucky, Alex, and Diego. There was only one other person I spoke to and that was Sebastian LeMarc. He had dated Paris, he was on the hockey team, and he was a sweetheart. A true romantic if there ever was one.

I stepped into the party wearing a black tank top, a black skirt, red fishnets, and black army boots. Lucky was beside me. He was my constant body guard, my best friend. "Let's just find Spencer and get out of this hell hole, Brook. Please?" He begged as we walked in the door. Paris came up behind him.
"Oh is Lucas scared?" She taunted with his birth name. "Are you scared Sebastian and Castor, or Spencer is going to come fuck you up?"
"Fermé vers le haut ou je ne m'assurerai jamais vous basse de jeu encore, chienne!" Lucky responded in fervent French to our friend. She glared.
I glanced around the room and took a shot off a tray on the table. Why not get totally smashed while I was here? I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder and swallowed the alcohol. "There's Mr. Hockey-Jock now." I nodded my head toward a group of unnaturally happy girls. "Hey Spencer!"
Spencer looked over the shoulder of one girl and waved. "Well if it isn't the ice was your name ?"
I gritted my teeth. "Its Brook! About the debate ass is grass, Hockey boy."
He laughed. "How do you know?"
"Remember the bonus question she asked?"
" one could find the answer."
"Well, I found it. I guess you better hope you smash the Hawks on Friday or they might just take you out of the goal."
Paris giggled. "Yeah. They'll put you back where you belong. In the easy the rest of your the fuck twins."
Paris's 'fuck twins' were Sebastian and Castor LeMarc. Why she hated them, I didn't know. She's the one that cheated on Seb with the confusion of high school. "Well, come on now Lucky, Paris. We have alcohol to consume." I smirked at Spencer and walked away as he stood in shock.
The rest of the night was true party till you drop. Alex had to be called, and forced to come pick us up because we were all to drunk to even find which car was our's. He dropped me off at my house at around four in the morning. I got the call at four thirty.
I was asleep on my couch and the cordless phone on the coffee table began to ring. I groaned and answered with, "."
"Miss Brook Lynn Diabla?"
I sat up. "Yes. Who is this?"
"This is Dr. Redbrin. Are you the daughter of Sierra and Claudio Diabla?"
"Yes."
"There was an accident. The car swerved to avoid a crash with an eighteen wheeler. There where four people in the car. Your parents were two of them. They were killed on impact."
"K-killed? Oh shit.b-bye." I threw the phone across the room but quickly retrieved it. I needed to talk to someone or I would hurt myself. I knew that much. I dialed Lucky's phone number as quickly as I could. His mother picked it up. "Qui est ceci? C'est presque cinq heures le matin! Ce qui vous veulent?!"
"C'est Ruisseau. Je suis l'ami de Chance-Luc. Est-ce que svp... je peux svp lui parler? Son une urgence."
She grumbled but I suppose the tears in my voice made her fetch her youngest son. I could hear her call him in the backround. "Luc! Lucas!"
"Qui est ceci?"
"It's Brook. Lucky.I need you to come over ." I was begging and crying at the same time.
"Brooky?! What the hell happened? Why are you crying?"
"My .my parents!"
"What? What happened?"
"Th-the accident.m-my p-p-parents are.d-dead!"
There was silence on the other side of the phone and then muffled voices in French. A sympathetic whimper from his mother and then, "Oui."
"I'm coming over Brook. Alright? Where is your brother?"
My brother? Oh yeah! I did have a brother! Willem. "He moved out Luck. He's in Nova Scotia with his girlfriend."
"Alright. I'm getting off the phone now. Don't hurt yourself. I'm going to call Alex and Diego. One of them will call you. Alright?"
"I-I-I want my parents Lucky!"
"I know.I know. I'm going to hang up alright. I'll be over in like twenty ?"
"Lucky.I can't."
"Just shh. Alright. I've got to go now." The phone clicked and I collapsed onto the couch. About two minutes after that it rang again.
" do you want?"
"Its .are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm just fine. My parents are dead but I'm fine!" I cried. The phone beeped. "Hold on."
I hit the flash button and said, "Me. Talk."
"Diego. I'm so sorry, Brooky."
"Look, you call Paris and tell her. I'm on the other line with Alexander."
" should be there soon."
"Alright bye." I went back to the conversation with Alex.
"I'm was D-Diego."
"I figured as much. Brook, promise me something as one of your best friends and your drummer?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Don't hurt yourself."
I stopped. They all knew my history. How I had cut myself up when Willem's baby died. "I w-won't.I promise."
There was a knock on the door and I looked up. Lucky's face was in the window. "Hey is here. I'm going to go. I'll see you tomorrow.I'll be at school. I don't have any family around here so I don't have a choice."
" careful Brooklyn. Bye."
I dropped the phone on the charger and let Lucky in. He immediately put his arms around me and I collapsed into convulsing sobs. "It hurts Luc. It hurts!"
"I know Brooky. I know."