BMW. Then some exploded in my room after they told me that I had to go to her practice to cheer her on. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
"You know me. I have to know all the details about everything!" she said. "So you were pretty mad about the BMW?"
"Mad? I am furious about it! What's worse is that they can't even see the blatant favoritism that they have for her. There is nothing about her that is more special than me! I just don't get it! They buy her the nicest of everything and make me work for everything. My mom even blames me for that, saying that I wouldn't appreciate nice things if she did buy them for me. Can you believe that?"
"Obviously not much has changed," she said. "Except that they are buying her even more expensive things now than before."
"It will never change. That's why I am going to college far, far away from Delphic Cove." I could feel the rage trying to surface in me again.
"I can only imagine how awful it must be to have to live with that and then to have her be so popular at school too."
"It's worse than awful! Everywhere I go, I hear about how great Natalie is and how wonderful she is. Great, she can hit a ball over a net but does that mean that she needs to have everything handed to her?"
"It's not right at all. You get better grades, you work hard, you should have nicer things than she does," Brooke said.
"You're right!" I exclaimed.
POP!
A light bulb in Brooke's room shattered.
"What is going on with these lights?" I exclaimed.
"It seems like every time that you get mad something explodes," Brooke said, not moving to clean the mess.
"Are you listening to yourself?" I asked. "Are you suggesting that I am causing all of this stuff?"
"It makes sense if you think about it," she said.
"It makes no sense! Light bulbs and smoothies don't explode because someone is mad!"
"Then why is everything blowing up when you are so angry?" she asked.
"You're really going to blame this on me? You sound like my mother!"
Brooke laughed. "I don't sound anything like her. I'm not blaming you for these things. You didn't go planting explosives. I just said that things are exploding when you're mad. It's a simple correlation. I would think that the girl that everyone used to call 'the scientist' could see that."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "The crows showed up when I was feeling relaxed and happy."
"What do you make of all of this?" she asked.
"I don't know what to think of any of it!" I exclaimed. "It's insane. It makes no sense whatsoever."
"It is crazy," she said. "Well, let's not focus on it. Why don't you get in the shower and I'll make my special omelets. You will love them--everyone does!"
"Okay," I said, sighing. "I'm sure a nice warm shower will help get my mind off everything."
Brooke smiled. "Definitely! I'll see you downstairs!" She jumped up and ran out of the room.
As I was getting my stuff out of my bag to get into the bathroom, I heard Brooke talking to her brother.
"We were right, Steve. The lights bursting at the gym were from Alexis, lights keep bursting when she is angry."
"So it's finally starting," her brother replied.
What was starting? What were they talking about? I opened the bedroom door, expecting them to be right outside, but they weren't. I tiptoed around the entire floor, but they weren't there.
I went down the stairs quietly and crept around until I spied them in the office at the other end of the house. There was no way that I should have been able to hear them from Brooke's bedroom. That should have been impossible.
I snuck back up to Brooke's bedroom and looked for a vent or some other way in which I could have heard them talking. There was nothing that would have allowed me to hear them. She had an old style heater that didn't have vents.
Maybe I had imagined it all. It was probably the stress of everything causing me to hear voices. I was upset when I heard voices when Natalie was in my room. My emotional state had to be triggering this, I