Chapter Two
The Hammonds were putting there new home together quite well. After a week, all of the boxes were discarded and the apartment was completely furnished. The family would have liked to have more furniture, but as much as they moved, they wouldn't be able to keep up with it all.
Late one night, Brittney was up reading. Chris had been out clubbing, and she expected him to come barging through the door and hobble across the floor to his room at any time. Rather than be frightened out of her mind, Brit had decided to wait for him and help him to his room or something.
Thank God he took the bus she thought. I just hope he remembers where to get off and how to get back here.
As if on cue, the door opened and Chris came in with a guy that he had apparently met at the club. Just as Brittney had expected, her brother was drunk.
"How much damage did he do this time?" she asked the guy who had somewhat curly brown hair.
"About six, maybe seven," he said. "I'm Brian."
"I'm Chris's concerned younger sister, nice to meet you."
"Do you have a name?"
"Yeah. I can handle Chris from here. Thank you for getting him home."
"You're welcome, I think."
That was weird, Brian thought while he waited for the elevator. It's a rare thing that a girl won't even tell you her name. He shrugged it off as the elevator doors opened.
"Chris, you are such an idiot!" Brittney told her brother the next day. "You're underaged, and yet everywhere you go, you insist on drinking and using that stupid fake ID."
"Could you stop spinning for a minute?" he asked.
"I'm not spinning, it's your stupid hangover!" There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it."
Brit mumbled under her breath as she walked to the door. When she opened it, the guy from last night was standing behind it.
"Chris is in his room. It's the second door on the left," Brittney told him, pointing down the hallway.
She then turned and walked to her room. Having nothing better to do, she opened her diary to write her frustration about Chris's drinking. When she opened it, it came to the entry of her first week of her eighth grade year.
Eighth graders can be so cruel. I've only beenan eighth grader a week, and already, I've seen people picked on and teased. I saw one girl sitting alone at lunch, and so I decided that I ought to sit with her. We bacame friends qickly, and We've helped each other stand up to those people who pick on every one. Jessie is actually starting to become popular.
Later on, another entry finished the story:
Well, Jess canceled our girls' night out, and then canceled our friendship. She said that hanging around me was giving her a bad image. I felt like screaming at her and yelling that if it weren't for me she wouldn't be where she is. But, I was able to contain my anger. I thought we were really friends, but now I know that I was mistaken.
Brittney cried into her pillow remembering all that happened. Jessica had gone and told all of Brit's secrets to the school. She followed her in the hall and reminded her of it, too. She never wanted to go through that again.
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