Hey Guys! First off a big thank you for reading this story! This is my first oth fic, because I've had this one brewing in my head for a while. I added a new character so I hope you guys like her. There is a possibilty of more new characters, but only a few. Dont worry i won't ruin the core of the show, i hate when people do that. So without further a due, here it is.

All had been well in Tree Hill, Nathan and Haley's marriage was back on track, and they were concentrating on raising Jamie, and doing things that they each enjoyed doing. For Haley, it was music, and Nathan was concentrating on basketball. Brooke, had her new baby Maya, and was busy being a new mom and running her company. Lucas and Peyton had decided to start taking things slowly, starting with a friendship. Lucas was looking for a new editor, and Peyton was looking for a new artist.

For once Tree Hill was calm, and no drama seemed to be in store….. at least that's what they thought.

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The first bell rang, and the new school year had begun. Sarah Preston walked into school wearing her jean Bermuda shorts, with a plaid button down shirt and her baby blue converse slip-ons.

Walking into school Sarah sighed, the school had looked the same as it had in the spring when she left, when she was happier. Everything was relatively the same, except the floors had been polished, and the bulletin boards were half empty, looking neat and organized.

Sarah always dreaded her first day of school, it wasn't because she had no friends, really she had more than enough friends. It wasn't because she really hated school that much, it was because every year the first day of school was when your teachers looked at you and judged you, and would then take that judgment and think of a person in a certain way all year long. That's what Sarah hated.

Sarah had moved to Tree Hill for her freshman year from a small town in New Jersey so that her mom could start a new doctors practice, and her father was transferred to start a new real estate branch. She had made friends easily, and had not that many problems in school, she even dated a couple of boys, but that was last year… everything was different now. Sarah peered down at her schedule, first period she had English with Mrs. Haley James Scott.

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Haley smiled, first day of school. She had loved this day since she was little, in her "tutor girl" days as Brooke would say. Everything was new, and fresh, and someone always had the opportunity to make a new person of themselves.

Haley looked down and scanned through the names on her first period Sophmore English class. She noticed that it was a middle tracked class, mixed with a lot of smart kids, and some average. She noticed that some of the new members of the Basketball team were in her next class as well. As she read towards the bottom of the list she saw the name "Sarah Preston." She sighed a little. She knew Sarah had had a tough summer, her father had suddenly passed away, leaving her with her mother who she didn't really get along with. Her teachers had all gotten memos from the school psychologist explaining what Sarah's behavior might be like.

The bell rang, and Haley's new class filed in. She scanned the room easily picking out the jocks, and the new cheer leaders, and all the other kids. She noticed Sarah walk in a little later then the rest of the students, and she quickly sat down. Normally Haley would make a big deal about a student being late, but today was the first day so she just nodded at Sarah.

With that Haley stood up and began her beginning of the year introduction.

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The day had ended and Sarah had just barely made it. She went home, and opened the door yelling out, "Mom I'm home!"

Just then the family house keeper walked into the kitchen saying "Sarah your mom wanted me to tell you that she wont be home till 8 tonight, there's dinner for you in the fridge, just heat it up when you're ready." And with that she left.

"Great" Sarah mumbled. It wasn't unusual that her mom worked late, even before her dad died her mom worked weird hours. No matter how much she hated her mom, her dedication to her patients was inspiring. Dr. Debbie Catz, Sarah's mom, was an outstanding doctor. However her dedication to her parents was much more than her dedication to her daughter. But this wasn't unusual, after all they lived in Tree Hill, dedicated parents came one in a million.

Pissed off and moody, Sarah changed out of her school clothes into a pair of short mesh shorts, and a V- Neck T -shirt, leaving on her signature converse. She then grabbed her Ipod and left. One thing about Sarah was that she loved sports. She was addicted to the adrenaline rush, the feeling made her happy and free. Freshman year she had been on both Varsity Soft Ball, and Soccer and occasionally she stand in for the girls tennis team, but those were not her favorites. Her favorite sport was Basketball, but Tree Hill didn't have a girls team so she was stuck playing those sports.

But not this year. This year she wasn't going to play any sports. Sports was a love that she shared with her father, and now that he wasn't there to watch her, critique her, or compliment her it just wasn't worth it. Her mother didn't know anything about sports so it just made her loss even worse.

So that afternoon Sarah had had enough, and decided to go running. She ran listening to the songs on her ipod past her friends houses, with out thinking to stop. She ran where ever her legs would carry her. She was getting tired, and found her self at the river court.

This was the court of all the Tree Hill legends, the Scott brothers. Suddenly she had the real urge to play. Looking around she saw a ball in the bushes and went to go retrieve it. Changing the song she had on her ipod she began to shoot around, lay ups, jump shots, three pointers and foul shots.

Sarah found herself having a lot of fun. After shooting around getting warmed up Sarah began her formal warm up. She stood at the small faded foul line and prepared for her shot. Her feet were shoulder width apart. With her shoulders squared she held the ball mainly in her right hand, using the left hand only for support. She bent her knees, and shot while standing up straight, holding her perfect follow through. The ball went in through the hoop, with the glorious sound of a swish. The ball bounced and someone else picked it up.

These hands belonged to the man with piercing blue eyes who had been watching the girl the whole time. This man was Lucas Scott.

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