Brooke (Orphans Series #3) by V. C. Andrews

Author:V. C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror, Girls, General, Large type books, Fiction, Beauty contests, Orphans
ISBN: 9780613092234
Publisher: G.K. Hall
Published: 1998-12-15T06:00:00+00:00

nervous. Pamela sat with her lips firm, her back straight and stiff. I took my seat quietly, afraid to look at her, because when I did, she shot angry glances at me.

"Everything's arranged with Professor Wertzman," Peter said happily.

"I'm still owed an apology for poor behavior,"

Pamela muttered, her eyes lifting to focus on me.

"Especially poor behavior in front of someone like Professor Wertzman. He goes from one important family home to another, and I wouldn't want him speaking poorly of us."

"He knows better than to do that, Pamela,"

Peter said.

"That's not the point."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I was just upset. It came as such a surprise."

"Here I am trying to do the best things for you,"

she whined, "and you make me look like a fool."

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"Everything's fine now," Peter said. "Let's just enjoy a great dinner and hear about Brooke's first day at Agnes Fodor."

"She could have had her first lesson today,"

Pamela said in a lower voice, retreating like a car engine puttering to a stop.

"She'll make up for it, I'm sure," Peter said.

"Tell us about the school, Brooke."

I described my classes, teachers, and some of the students. Pamela was most interested in whom I was making friends with. She wanted to know about their families, but I didn't know much about anyone else's family, and I couldn't give her the information she wanted.

"You should ask more questions," she told me.

"Show that you're interested in them. Even if you don't really listen," she added.

Peter laughed. "Pamela is an expert when it comes to small talk. Everyone wants to talk to her, but at the end of the evening, she can't tell me half of what they said. No one ever seems to catch on, though, so I suppose they don't mind," he concluded with a laugh.

Why wouldn't anyone mind if you didn't really listen? What kind of people were at these grand, important parties?

"Now, tell us about your home run," he finally said. Pamela smirked and started eating while I described the teams and my hit and the aftermath.

"Girls' sports are a much bigger thing than when you were her age, Pamela," Peter explained.

Somehow, I think that just made her angry again.

"When they add tennis, golf, baseball, or basketball to the Miss America contest, tell me," she quipped. Peter laughed, but he stopped talking about it.

The days that followed were harder than I ever imagined. There was so much schoolwork to catch up on besides the day-to-day work I had to do. Softball practice was the only thing I really looked forward to, and my enthusiasm put happy smiles on Coach Grossbard's face. However, it was physically demanding.

Very quickly, Coach Grossbard determined that I would be the starting pitcher and bat cleanup. The only girl who seemed dissatisfied about it was Cora Munsen, who had been the team's cleanup hitter.

"You just had one lucky hit," she told me in the locker room. "You're not any better than I am at bat."

I didn't want her to hate me, so I agreed.

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