Heya peoples! So i wrote this ages ago... thinking of turing it into a stroy, but i would love some feeback! Give it a read and tell me hwat you think! :)
- Aj xx
(Brooklyn’s P.O.V)
Hi, my name is Brooklyn Gaskarth, but I mostly go by Brooke Carter. Why don’t I use the Gaskarth last name? Truthfully I think my mothers maiden name suits me more. I love my dad, I’m his little ‘Angel’ as he calls me, but I just don’t think that his last name doesn’t suit me.
So you might be wondering who I am? Well, as I said I’m Brooke, I have a twin brother, Alex, most people now know him as thee Alex Gaskarth! Like that one from All Time Low? Yes, well he is my twin brother and my best friend. However, this story starts long before ‘All Time Low’, back when my family and I lived in England.
*Flashback*
“Oh honey I am so proud of you!” my mum gushed
“You’re my little angel” my dad beamed.
“Proud of you sis” Alex said as he threw his arm round my shoulder.
You see I am 13 years old, and I have just been accepted into ‘The Royal Ballet School’ In London. It’s all I’ve been dreaming of since I was 5 years old, and now its finally happening.
*End*
So, my life seems pretty perfect right? Well I thought so too. It wasn’t until I had been attending the royal ballet school for 6 months until it felt like my life was about to just be turned upside down in an instant.
*Flashback*
“Brooklyn honey, we need to speak with you” My mother said softly as I walked through the front door. Something is not right, I know because she called me Brooklyn.
“Sit down angel” my dad almost cooed, as if he was trying to calm me down. I took and a seat next to Alex on couch, he took my hand, he seemed just as nervous as I did.
“Mum, Dad, what’s going on?” I asked skeptically
“Well Sweethearts, we are moving” my mum stated
“Where?” Alex Asked
“To Baltimore, Maryland” my dad started
“As in America?” I asked shocked
“Yes America” My dad confirmed
“But but why?” I asked confused and wanting to hold back tears, I didn’t want to give up the royal ballet school. The last six months there have been amazing.
“My Job is transferring me, pay rise, ill be head honcho over there” my dad was beaming, I could tell he really wanted this.
“I can’t do it” I told them as tears started overflow.
“Angel don’t cry” my dad cooed, coming over to wrap his arms around me. Alex squeezed my hand.
“Honey you do have one option” my mum said
“Which is what?” I asked through my tears
“You can board at the RBS” my dad told me
“So you mean I would stay in England? And you guys would all move to America?” I asked half confused
“Well yes” my mum said looking sad
“But what about Alex?” I asked moving into to cuddle next to my twin. He was my best friend. We hadn’t spent more than 2 days apart since we were born.
