Brooklyn scurried back to her room to write her story that she would hide from Chase. The brunette changed into something warmer for her scavenger hunt. She wore her off-white crop top and high-waisted leggings and brown ankle boots. Brooklyn laid her burgundy coat on the table so she wouldn’t forget it on her way out. She sat at her desk and began to write.

Okay so I’m assuming you probably won because it’s going to take me a year and a half to find your note on this huge campus. #NewGirlProbs I guess. So here it goes, my name is Brooklyn Jade Browning. I’m eighteen, almost nineteen years old. I was born and raised in New York City on the Upper East Side. I have parents richer than half the country put together I swear to god. They’re cool and humble but sometimes I wish I could escape the pressure they bring. Well, here’s the dark part: I had an identical twin sister, Blair. She was my best friend. We did everything together. As we got older, she drifted apart and began hanging around older boys. On January 20th last year, she died after taking a lethal concoction of drugs. I still haven’t come to terms with losing my other half, but I’m working on it. I’m here at Vanderwood to escape the pressure and pity of New York City. I hated everyone talking about Blair and how much everyone loved her and how sorry they were for me all the time. But that’s a big part of who I am, but I’m trying to escape that. I just want to be Brooklyn with friends who know me outside of being “The Dead Girl’s Sister.” I’m lost, this is the first time I’ve admitted it, but I need a purpose again. That’s why I’m here. I’m a marketing major and a freshman and a theta, I’m trying to find myself. I love cheerleading and helping other people and I want to live in a third world country for a year and help teach kids English. I just want to live a life that makes me happy and that I’m passionate about.

-B

Brooklyn kissed the paper next to the B on the page with her matte lipstick. She smiled as she left her room with her coat. Brooklyn walked over to the Fountain that her big had mentioned earlier and placed the letter underneath a trashcan. She sent a text to Chase, “1. You’re a piece of trash. 2. I’m the center of attention. 3. Wet t-shirt contest.” Brooklyn smiled and waited for his response.