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This is just an idea that I had after watching Hidden Palms (It was a short lived show on the CW.) I watched it on Netflix this summer. And I kind of liked it. This isn't exactly like it, but the title came from that. I hope you guys will enjoy.

Hidden Hill

Chapter 1

Lucas' Point of View

Six months ago I was the star of my basketball team, class president, and I was dating the hottest girl in school. I never knew that in one moment my life could change so fast. It was just a few beers and a couple of miles…I had driven drunk before. People do it all the time. It wasn't a big deal. Wrong…It was the biggest deal. I should have seen the other car coming, but I didn't. Thank God no one was killed, but the older lady in the car was severely injured. She will spend the rest of her life in a wheel chair.

I can remember that night so clearly now. It has been running through my mind for the past six months, but when you're in jail what else can you think about. Well technically I have been in Juvie since I'm a minor, but it's pretty much the same thing. I wish I would have given the keys to my friend Greg. I wish I wouldn't have had that bad fight with my girlfriend. I can wish all day long, but that wish will never come true.

I was sentenced to one year and then probation for three, but my lawyer was able to get me a suspended sentence. I only spent six months behind bars, but they were the worst six months of my entire life.

My mom picked me up three days ago and informed me that we were moving. I didn't want to move. I liked Raleigh even though my life would probably never be the same. I didn't want to leave my home. My dad was able to get my probation officer to transfer my case to another probation officer in Tree Hill, North Carolina. What the hell was Tree Hill? And why did we have to go there?

When I asked those questions to my parents, my dad huffed that we were moving because of all the mistakes I had made. Of course he would blame me. Didn't he know that I already blamed myself?

Later that night, my mom came in my room and promised me that we weren't moving just because of what I had done. My dad had gotten a job in Tree Hill, and my mom thought it would be crazy for him to turn it down. She felt like it would be a new start for our entire family. My little sister was thrilled about the move, but when you are only six moving isn't really that big of deal.

Most of our things were already packed and I had no right to complain. I hope Tree Hill will be good for me. I never want to be incarcerated ever again.


Peyton's Point of View

Six months ago everything in my life was perfect. I was the most popular girl in school with the most amazing boyfriend. We were absolutely perfect…at least that is what I thought.

I'll forever remember the night my whole world changed. Julian and I had gotten into a fight…a major fight. We called each other names and I told him that I never wanted to see him again. That wasn't true though. I didn't mean what I had said, and quite frankly I can't even remember what the fight was about. But I do remember Julian walking out of my bedroom and later that night getting the call that he was gone. It looked as though he had driven his car off a bridge. I didn't believe it though. Julian would never do something like that. He hadn't even been drinking.

I'm still holding onto hope that he is going to walk through my door again and apologize to me. His body was never found…He still has to be alive.

I think about us making up all the time. The sex would have been great. It always was. I feel like he is just playing a joke on us….I wish that he was. I wouldn't even be mad at him.

The pain of losing him got so bad that I didn't want to live in a world without him. He was my best friend. I know that everyone was just trying to help, but I was sick of hearing that everything would be okay…because it wouldn't…not without Julian.

Three weeks after his supposed death I dyed my hair black…He loved my blonde hair. I didn't want blonde hair anymore. I became so depressed that my parents made me go to therapy sessions. The therapy sessions didn't work. Nothing was going to work. Finally after I took a few too many pills, my dad told me that I had no choice. He was sending me away for a couple of months. He knew that the people at the rehab facility would be able to help me. I didn't believe him. I felt like he was just trying to get rid of me.

I'm finally back in Tree Hill, but this place will never be home to me again. Nothing will ever be the same. Sending me away and making me dye my hair back blonde wasn't going to change the fact that I had lost everything in my life that mattered…Even though in my heart I believed he would one day be back…I had to face reality…For the time being Julian was gone and so was half of my heart.

Let me know what you thought and if it is worth continuing.