Post by BROOKE JUDE CARTER on Apr 16, 2010 15:49:44 GMT -5
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brooke jude carter
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Hullo, the name is brooke, but I guess you could call me rookie, b.. I'm twenty one years old and currently making my way through life as a college student.
Everyone who knows me will be able to say that I'm stubborn, confrontational, determined, and unrelaxed, but that I'm also pretty kind, focused, loving, gentle and honest. They'd warn you that I love running, fruit, exercising, reading, sports(football, especially), the beach, animals, coffee, soltitude, fast cars, motorcycles, early mornings, tattoos, art, and museums. and that I loathe chaos, cigarettes, frivelous partygirls, being cooped up, messiness, drunk people, being crowded, staying up late, loud obnoxious people, and girliness..I'm not sure what to say about myself, because I don't acutally spend a lot of time focused on me; my thoughts are so often on anyone else but me, and I prefer it that way. I guess first and foremost, I am a twin. That's the thing that people focus on the most; despite the fact that I am a talented runner, an avid football fan, and academically gifted. People always zero in on the fact that since the day I have been born and nine months prior, I have had another half, and that is Raze -- my twin brother, older by seventeen minutes and fifteen seconds. So yes, there you have it, a big part of my identity lays in another person all together. And yes, we have that odd twinsy bond that means I can sense if he's hurt himself or is in some various form of distress, despite the distance that has emotionally separated us for years. Because Raze is so...-- wait, this should be about me, shouldn't it? There I go again, making it about Raze, or anyone else really, but me.
Well, okay, as I said I'm a talented runner. I've been running track every year since I was in seventh grade, and it was my big 'in' to Boston University, where I am a junior and currently majoring in Sports Medicine. Running is not only my hobby, but my way of life; my obsession, I suppose one could call it, but I consider it to be far more healthy than your typical obsesion. It's my passion, so I keep myself in the best of shape to maintain my abilities; eating healthy, avoiding fastfood like the plague. I'm not prone to drinking, I've never touched drugs in my life, and I'd rather choke myself with my own fist than ever touch a cancerous cigarette. All my life I have been athletic and a lover of all sports, not a frilly girly girl prone to wearing pink and gobs of makeup; it's never been my thing, I've always tended towards sweat pants and tank tops, a splash of makeup here and there. I never fawned over boys, gossip magazines or the latest styles, I much preferred playing football in the yard with the neighborhood boys growing up. People have labeled me uptight because of all these things. The fact that Raze, not only my brother but my twin at that, is so entirely outgoing and rowdy have given people the expectations that I'll be his female counterpart. Wrong. I'm rather introverted, and I've been through phases of my life where I have been downright reclusive. I blame some of this on the crippling shyness I've had since being a toddler, where I was constantly -- and eventually, gladly -- pushed from the spotlight in favor of the antics of my brother, sitting by and watching him in admiration, but never feeling the tug of desire for the lime light, to be the center of attention. But I never minded, in fact, I favored being upon the sidelines and observing, and because of my tendency to fall into blush and nervous giggling, I found it to be much easier than actual interaction. That has just bled into my day to day life, now. I'm quiet, I have a small group of close friends, I don't go to parties, or drink. I run, and I study, and I get the best of grades and remain focused on my goal -- which is to be a sports doctor for the San Diego Chargers, my favorite team. I work as a receptionist at a doctor's office, simply to fill up any free time, not because we need the money. I live with my brother in a penthouse on Riverton, an odd arrangement but one that I'm coming to enjoy.
My world is small, but it's organized, and I like it that way..
Hell. What else is there to say...? I'm a twin, younger by seventeen minutes and often people tell me I look like megan fox, but I consider that to be a little farfetched, don't you think...?I was born and raised in Boston. A twin, as I said earlier, and "younger" sister to Raze Jackson. Other than that, we had no other siblings, just us and our parents. My mother, Emily, was a former pediatrician turned housewife and mother, and my father, Maxwell, a heart surgeon -- both into medicine, so it's no shock that Sports Medicine is my career choice. My upbringing was pretty typical, I suppose. We had an enormous, old Townhouse on King's Row, all lined with gorgeous oak trees that shadowed the walkways during the summer, creating a lovely closed playpen for the neighborhood kids. I spent a lot of my life outdoors, swinging on the playground, joining into any sport with our neighbors, trailing after my twin brother on his various expeditions. We were close, which I guess is expected since we were twins; we weren't as inseperable as some are, but it was rare to see me without Raze a few feet off.
We depended on one another in our own special way -- he was the one to arrive at my bedroom door in the middle of the night when he heard my cries over being spooked because of this monster or the other; the one to dust me off when I fell off my bike; to help me pour my juice without creating a monsterous mess. He was, without a doubt, my best friend and it stayed that way until about Middle School. That's when things took a drastic change.. while I joined the school's track team, and studied religiously to get good grades, Raze began pulling pranks and getting into all sorts of trouble -- more in love with the idea of being the center of attention than getting passable grades. It only got worse during High School, the years dragging on as I became more shy, more quiet, more reserved and more focused, all the while my brother was attending this party and that, dating this girl, smoking cigarettes, drinking heavily and having a merry time. I honestly don't have a clue how he graduated, given that he skipped most his classes, but God knows how charming he can be so it's not really all that surprising, considering he had all his female teachers wrapped around his pinky finger. Pathetic. We drifted, inevitably, and hardly talked, we had so little in common these days. All the while, I barely missed a day of school, ran track and cross country, attended only Prom and no other dances, and spent most of my free time either reading or working out. I had a few dates here and there, but never a steady boyfriend, or any guy that I was even that interested in. People were always surprised by this, and I wasn't oblivious to the whispered words and passing glances of my peers, all who expected me to be as outrageous as Raze and being constantly disappointed when the one time I attended a party, I didn't immediately hop onto a coffee table and begin stripping.
I just wasn't a party girl, and I was relieved the day we finally graduated, knowing that I had an entire summer to finally relax a little before my first semester at Boston University. I've never been excited for anything more in my life, honestly, but as it always goes, something had to interfere. Something big. It was two weeks after my brother and I graduated, and just a week after our eighteenth birthday. My parents had driven up to New York City for a weekend, and were expected home within the hour. I had been out tanning in our backyard when Raze appeared at the backdoor. It was his face that got me; it's kind of burned into my memory now. It just looked... wrong. His eyes were usually so full of life but this time they were just blank, and he barely spoke with an intonation, any emotion as he let me know that our parents had been in a terrible car accident and were at a hospital about forty-five minutes away.
Needless to say, we sped there; driving far too fast and recklessly, all things considered, only to be met with the news that they had both suffered fatal injuries. My mother had already passed, but my father went soon after, leaving us entirely on our own. The following few weeks are hazy, at best. Somehow, we managed to get things together, with the assistance of our aunt. We consulted with a lawyer, learning of the multi-million dollars our parents had stowed away for years in our name, now granted to us along with the price of our beloved home that we sold, packing up all our valuables and moving into a sleek, glossy penthouse on Riverton.
That was almost four years ago. Now, we're twenty one years old, and we've been on our own for what feels like forever. We aren't nearly as close as we were when we were little, but we're getting there .I'm attending Boston University, and my life revolves around school, work and running.
My name is Brooke Carter and I'm always running.
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