Caleb went to the fridge.
"Where's the Dr. Pepper?" he shouted. He came back with a Sprite.
Brooklyn pushed her can closer to the exercise bike. Jonathan noticed.
"I don't really like Sprite," Brooklyn explained. "I mean, it's okay, but it either tastes plain or like lime. And I hate lime. Which is why I took the Dr. Pepper."
Caleb turned around. "What?"
Brooklyn grinned, showing all the metal on her teeth. "Nothing!" she said innocently.
Caleb turned back to the video game. Jonathan looked at Brooklyn, wide-eyed, trying not to laugh.
Brooklyn hated the feeling of possibly having done something wrong. This was a minor case- she knew Caleb didn't actually care that there was no Dr. Pepper left. He seemed perfectly content with Sprite.
Other times were worse, though. Last year, at Thanksgiving, she had been playing on Mila's GameBoy and accidentally restarted one of her Pokemon games. Mila had been quite upset, and told Brooklyn it had taken her three years to get to the point she was at, which upset Brooklyn. Luckily, that problem fixed itself, because when Brooklyn turned the GameBoy back on later, her game was gone and Mila's was back. Brooklyn may have been happier than Mila.
The fear of being wrong, and uncertainty. Brooklyn hated uncertainty, maybe because it followed her everywhere.
Her most-often answers involved things like "I don't know" "I think" and "kind of". She never raised her hand in class unless she was absolutely sure of her answer. She instead waited to be called upon, which usually happened when it looked like she wasn't paying attention.
Sometimes, she really wasn't. So much ran through her head, and she always found her thoughts more entertaining than lectures. She had been getting better with it lately, though. She always tuned in enough to know when it was a good time to be paying attention and when she could daydream.
"Where's the Dr. Pepper?" he shouted. He came back with a Sprite.
Brooklyn pushed her can closer to the exercise bike. Jonathan noticed.
"I don't really like Sprite," Brooklyn explained. "I mean, it's okay, but it either tastes plain or like lime. And I hate lime. Which is why I took the Dr. Pepper."
Caleb turned around. "What?"
Brooklyn grinned, showing all the metal on her teeth. "Nothing!" she said innocently.
Caleb turned back to the video game. Jonathan looked at Brooklyn, wide-eyed, trying not to laugh.
Brooklyn hated the feeling of possibly having done something wrong. This was a minor case- she knew Caleb didn't actually care that there was no Dr. Pepper left. He seemed perfectly content with Sprite.
Other times were worse, though. Last year, at Thanksgiving, she had been playing on Mila's GameBoy and accidentally restarted one of her Pokemon games. Mila had been quite upset, and told Brooklyn it had taken her three years to get to the point she was at, which upset Brooklyn. Luckily, that problem fixed itself, because when Brooklyn turned the GameBoy back on later, her game was gone and Mila's was back. Brooklyn may have been happier than Mila.
The fear of being wrong, and uncertainty. Brooklyn hated uncertainty, maybe because it followed her everywhere.
Her most-often answers involved things like "I don't know" "I think" and "kind of". She never raised her hand in class unless she was absolutely sure of her answer. She instead waited to be called upon, which usually happened when it looked like she wasn't paying attention.
Sometimes, she really wasn't. So much ran through her head, and she always found her thoughts more entertaining than lectures. She had been getting better with it lately, though. She always tuned in enough to know when it was a good time to be paying attention and when she could daydream.
