This is my first fan fiction and I hope you like it. I have already written quite a bit of this story and know where I plan on taking it. Leave comments, I would love to read what you think, the longer the better. Well, without further ado...
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any of it's characters.
Chapter One: It's A Long Way to Come Back From
Brooke Penelope Davis, age 18 and senior at Tree Hill High. The rest is everything but normal. Take my parents for instance, if you'd even call them that or my life as it is at this very moment. Have you ever had one of those days when you wished you never got out of bed? I don't mean one of those bad hair days or when you say the wrong thing to this guy you've been trying to impress since like the fifth grade… I mean those catastrophic; life changing days where you seriously, with every fibre of your being wished you'd stayed in bed, even just for five more minutes! Well I had one of those today. A day I'll never get back. You see, the thing with me is that I always witnessed or should I say, heard about those life changing events, like when this boy called Jimmy Edwards brought a gun into school; I heard about the kids who were held hostage, I heard about Uncle Keith being shot and I even heard that Jimmy shot himself but… I wasn't there! Just like when my friend Peyton got shot in the leg and kissed my (at the time) boyfriend or when she kissed him in some sleazy motel, I wasn't there… I heard about it!
You see the problem with never seeing it for yourself is that your imagination makes up all these things, different possible scenarios and ways things could have happened which, probably aren't even close to what really happened but... It never stops you from wondering, making me think that seeing it, actually being there is better… or at least I thought. Today, on my life changing, never be the same again day I got to see it, I got to be there and witness it myself and never have I wished so much that I just could have heard about it instead.
The great thing about hearing about such events is that you get to be there for people and see things from a different prospective, well that's what I used to think until it hit me; maybe you don't see things from a different prospective, maybe you just don't understand. So, when thinking about my catastrophic day I begin to think about all the people who will hear about it and all the questions they will ask and I'm flooded with ideas but… then I start to wonder… who will understand, who won't hear about it because they were there; only one name comes to mind…
Mouth!
End Notes: This chapter was set in the future. You will return to it, later in the story to discover exactly what happened in Brooke's catastrophic, life changing, day.