A/N: Hey everyone, this is my new story. I have put Coming Back on Hiatus, I couldnt get any good ideas. I have a good portion of this story planned out, and i like it. I want to thank Kase, Kaos, and Ange for their help. I also want to encourage all of you to check out a writers group im part of called Writers 911. Without further ado, here you go.

She's Gone

As long as he could remember he had liked to watch people, not in a stalking way, but just look at them. He watched them talk, walk, listen, and joke. It fascinated him, the differences in people. Some had wild hand gestures, while others had struts, some walked with their heads up, while some didn't even talk, but expressed themselves through body language. The one thing he would always look at first, though, was their clothes. He always believed that you could tell alot about a person by looking at their clothes. You could tell social status, attitude, finical status, and sometimes thoughts. There were slight problems with his theory though, and he was one, at least that's what he thought. He would always be happy with a t-shirt, jeans, and flip flops, contrary to the suit he was currently sporting. That was the one flaw of his job, suits impressed people, not that he needed to impress anyone, potential clients were trying to impress him, but he thought it would be more fitting to the employees if he dressed the part of the owner.

He was gazing out his huge window overlooking a park, when he felt a presence behind him.

"She did it again, you know." Without looking up, he knew who the man was. He would recognize his brother's voice anywhere, and judging from the tone, he knew the person he was talking about.

"Please don't tell me that, what happened to the last one Nate?" He was tired of this, it seemed to happen at least once a month, and lately it had been happening more often. He had half a mind to tell her off, but upsetting your star client wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do.

"She said, and I quote, 'She just didn't understand me and my needs.', end quote. If she didn't hold all the cards I would have told her I don't understand her either. I am at the end of my leash with her and her god damn assistants." He slammed his fist into the arm of the chair he currently occupied, showing his frustration. "What do we do Luke?"

His star client had a tendency to go through personal assistants like they were clothes, wear them once, throw them out, or in this case, fire them. She had gone through about one a month for the past year, and recently it had been once a week. She was getting the title of bitch from the media, and every time she fired an assistant, they seemed to come up with bigger and bigger stories about her. Lucas was at his wits end with her, if she didn't get her act together soon, he was going to have to do something drastic.

"Ok, let's not worry about that right now, we have experience with that, I need your opinion of a band." Luke looked at him in the eyes and knew what he was going to say. "I just want your opinion, not a yes or no."

"Fine, but this is the last time, and we are going to have a serious talk about it when I'm not so angry. Who are they this time?"

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She got away from the world, finding a secluded part of the park to think. She loved being alone, no one would judge her. She hated that, being judged. It happened though, whether she liked it or not, she was judged everywhere she went. She always thought she could hear their questions in her mind, who is she, is she pretty, rich smart, successful, will she have sex with me, and those were only the questions by the men. She didn't understand why everyone was pre-wired to judge. When she was younger she was judged only by her appearance, she dressed provocatively so she was labeled a slut. All the guys would make up stories of wild nights with the "School Slut", as she was called, when she was typically home alone, or out with her girl friends.

She looked around the park, pushing the memories into the back of her mind, silently telling herself that she wasn't that person anymore, she hadn't ever been that person in high school. Her surroundings were beautiful, huge trees, immaculately manicured grass, and stunningly blue lake, it gave her a sense of ease.

Ease is just the feeling that she needed right now. Life was getting hard, and she didn't know what to do. She was down to a few random dollars, and the rent on her apartment was almost up. She was wearing clothes, although they were the same as yesterday, and her shoes were nearing the end of their run. She was exactly what she told herself she'd never be, down and out. The only question she had to ask herself now was how she could climb out of this hole. Her parents weren't an option, they had given up on her after college, telling her that the money she had was more than enough to cover anything she needed until she got a job.

A job, something she had never had, and something she desperately needed. High school had been a joke for her. To her, high school had been something she had to do, and she never liked having to do things, so she didn't. She would only do enough to get buy, pass classes to move on, she wouldn't be left behind no matter how much she hated school. On weekends, she would go out with her friends, finding a bar, getting in, dancing, get a little tipsy, and go home. She only slept with one guy, and that was when she was a senior, well after the rumors and nick names had started. She had never had to work hard at anything, and that led to no work experience, which led to no job.

She was thinking about all the friends that had left her, the ones she really wanted to talk to, when a loud speaker roared to life.

"And now, FlipSide Records presents, Haley James." A huge chorus of cheers erupted after the man stopped talking.

Brooke stood from the bench and looked behind her. She saw a huge stage and many children sitting around it. Music started, and much to Brooke's surprise, an older version of her best friend, from high school, stepped out on stage.