Brookes wasn't one to talk very much. Meaning he didn't talk very much when Sabrina gathered him along with another group of people. Or when he went to the auditorium, or when he was forced into the van. It was a casual morning for him. His aunt was making a really sad breakfast as usual. Burnt toast with some orange juice. It would have to do because Brookes was in a hurry. He grabbed the toast off of the counter after guzzling down the glass of orange juice, snatched up a pair of headphones and his half charged Ipod, and ran out the door. "Damn." He whispered to himself as the bus just took off when he got outside. Scanning the area, he remembered his bike in the garage. "Oh man." He muttered as he ran for the door. A few moments later he was leading the bike through the tight doorway and onto the sidewalk. "I better get to school on time or I'll get detention again." He pulled his headphones over his ears and hopped onto the bike, taking off at full speed despite how tired he was.

By now, Brookes was used to being tired and it didn't impair him too much. It sure didn't impair him when he got to school. He threw down his bike somewhere near the bike rack and ran through the doors. Some of the people were still milling about the hallways and it gave Brookes a glimmer of hope. "Thank God." He ran as his sneakers squeaked across the floor. A moment later, he burst into his classroom right as the bell rung. He heaved a sigh of relief as the teacher gave him an angry look. "Take a seat Mr. Kingston." She hissed. Brookes' face turned red as he shuffled to his seat and got out his bags.

After the morning announcements and the pledge, Brookes was already away, doodling on his notebook as the teacher droned on about something mathematic. Math wasn't Brookes' subject and he gave up on it long ago. Now he spends most of his time in here drawing or writing. It was all he ever did now. Thinking it was about time for some music to cancel out the insistent noise coming from the teacher, he swapped out his headphones for a pair of more concealed, ear buds. He pushed them into his ear and started blasting Skillet to a point where nobody would hear and he wouldn't hear anybody. Naturally, he didn't hear it when the teacher called him up to the classroom when a girl came in asking for him to accompany her to the auditorium. He only noticed when one of his friends behind him punched him on the shoulder and pointed up. "Mr. Kingston! Now would be a nice time." She angrily hissed. "Oh. Right. Sorry." He said as his face flushed while he gathered his books.

Brookes didn't bother talking to Sabrina, he was sure she wouldn't have anything to say to him anyway, just gathering up some kids from that list in her hand he assumed. After following for a short pace, they got to the auditorium and entered. Oh how intimidating the auditorium was. Brookes had nightmares about having to go up and do something like sing for the whole school and failing terribly. But even today, the feeling he gets here is more than just uncomfortable, it's almost, sinister. When the scientists finished their say about "The Changed" Brookes' mouth went dry and his face flushed of color. "What are 'The Changed'? Are we being taken away? Would my aunt actually let this happen? Of course she would. Are we being kidnapped?" Thousands of questions raced through his head as he struggled to break free from the grasp of the men in suits.

Even when he was thrown into the van, Brookes didn't let out a word. He just winced and felt his banged knee. Of course this was happening to him, nothing ever seemed to go his way. The ride to wherever they were going wasn't pleasant. He could feel every bump and the feelings in the room were just oozing out of everyone, he could practically feel them. "If my aunt had anything to do with this, I'm going to kill her." He thought to himself as they got to their destination. The doors swung open and he had to shield his eyes from the sun.

Brookes' expression was grim when he walked into the cafeteria. He followed suit with everyone else and grabbed the food he probably wouldn't even bother to eat, and he sat down as far away as he could on from the rest on a single table. "Stuff never goes my way." He whispered to himself as he poked at his food with a fork.