Indra

 Brooke And Vandalism By Indra Malmay

“I bet you can't beat me to the top of this tree!” yelled Sara, Brook's best friend. Brooke looked up at the 50 foot tree as she started running across blue tree park towards the tree, it seemed to be getting ten feet taller with every step she took, but she was resolute. She dashed to the bottom of the tree and yelled out “1,2,3 GO!”. She started to climb the tree, But a few minutes later she heard Sara yelling. “Heeeeeelp!”. Brooke could almost touch the top but she looked down and Sara was holding on with one hand, half way down the tree. Brooke climbed as fast as she could to the bottom of her friends feet. She grabbed her foot and tried to put it on a branch but it broke. “HOLD ON!” She yelled to her friend. She ran across the street to her house and grabbed a latter. She raced back to the tree with the latter, put it at the bottom of the tree and raced up it. She grabbed on to Sara and helped her to the the latter. they slowly climbed down. “Are you O.K. Sara your leg is bleeding i can see it through your pant leg.” “I don't know it hurts really bad.” “We need to take care of that stay here.” She raced across the street and got the first aid kit. When she got back to Sara she put some disinfecting cream on the wound, put a gauze pad on it and then wrapped it in a bandage. “There NOW let's take you home.” They walked up the street and then down a few blocks and Sara walked into her house. The next day it was the rehearsal for the school musical and Brooke didn't see Sara anywhere. She looked at the stage it seemed so empty without Sara. Then she looked at the blood red curtains and remembered the day before and thought that she must not be able to dance and run around with her leg. “Ellie I need you in center stage now.” That was Mrs. Mary Brooke's drama teacher Brooke was playing the lead role. She called everybody by their characters name she thought that helped us get into our role more. “Coming” you had to say something otherwise she would think you were not there. After a few minutes of dancing as hard as she could to the latest pop music, Brooke needed a break. “Mrs. Mary may I use the restroom?” “Of coarse darling you have been working so hard.” As Brooke walked into the stall she noticed the toilet seat on the floor, writing all over the walls, and the toilet overflowing! “Mrs. Mary come here quick!” She yelled “What is it!?” She yelled as she ran into the bathroom. Brooke pointed the stall. “Oh my heavens!” Exclaimed Mrs. Mary She called for the janitor. When she saw what happened to the bathroom she just stared. “I think it would be best if you wrote a note to the principle about this.” “O-o-o-k if thats what yo-o-o-u think I should d-d-d-o.” The next day Brooke went to the principal's office and gave him the note it said Dear Mr. Elhers, Yesterday while I was at practice for the school musical I went to use the restroom, I found the toilet seat on the floor, writing all over the walls, and the toilet overflowing. The janitor already cleaned it up but I thought this would be to your concern. He just looked at the not then at me and back again with a look of shock on his face. Then he looked infuriated I felt as if it was all my fault. I could feel the tears coming but I managed to hold them back. There was a long moment of silence and I was not going to break it so he did. “Do you have any idea who did it?” “No that’s why I wanted to tell you about it” “I don't know why but everything seems to be telling me that you were the one who vandalized the bathroom.” “What is telling you that?” “Well when the janitor cleaned the bathrooms after school and you were the only other person who was in that bathroom.” “But I didn't do it I swear I have never been in trouble what makes you believe I would do something like that?” “Nothing at all but what makes me think you didn't, I mean I don't know why but for all I know you hate this school and hoped we would get the message, whatever that message may be.”And right there he had ended the conversation I tried to think of an argument but couldn't. So she said good bye and paced towards the door hoping he would say something. But he didn't so she looked back at him one last time before leaving. The next day she went into the principle's office she heard a spritzing noise and looked around then smelt a field of flowers so nice she felt as if she could touch them. Then she saw principal Elhers and remembered why she was there. She thought them spoke. “I didn't do it you gotta believe me I was in drama class the whole time please let me try to prove to you that I did not do it.”She said. “I wanna believe you but everything points to you.”replied Mr. Elhers. Brooke looked around tying to think of some way she could prove it was not her then all of a sudden she had an idea. “ “Mr. Elhers Give me one week to prove it wasn't me and if I still look guilty then you can punish me however you want.” “Ummmmmmmmmm”-he paused for a moment to think-” alright I will make an exception this one time for you so one week, get to work. But I still have to call your parents after school.” “O.K. thanks Mr. Elhers.”She left the room stopping at the doorway to take one last breath of the sweet air, and one last glance at the brightly colored room and left. That afternoon Brooke was doing her homework when her mom called her down to dinner.  “Coming mom. “Replied Brooke. When she got downstairs she saw delicious looking spaghetti on the table. Then she looked at her parents and they looked very angry. All was silent except for the sound of the spaghetti squishing in her mouth. When she was finished her dad broke the silence.  “Your principal called today.”  “I didn't do it dad I swear.”  “We are done talking if you’re going to argue so put up your plate and go put up your plate.”That night Brooke was lying in bed and was thinking that she must do something tomorrow because it was Friday.  On Friday Brooke woke up early so she could talk to Mr. Elhers. When she got to the school she dashed to the front of the bright red building and into the principles office. “Mr. Elhers I have proof I didn't do it.” “Oh yes and what proof is that?” “This note!”She handed him a note she had wrote and had Mrs. Mary a few minutes earlier.

Dear Mr. Elhers I hear you think that Brooke did hat vandalism in the girls' bathroom. But I must advise you that she was with me between the time the janitor cleaned the bathroom and the time the vandalism was found. Your friend, Mary Sanders And at that moment the door burst open.  “It was me I did it I hate this school, so go ahead expel me I beg you!” It was Sara!  “I will take care of you in a moment go sit outside. I am so sorry Brooke now get to class and I will let your mother know.”  “Thanks.” She felt relived.

 The End .