A/N : Hmm.. how to explain this story. As the summary said – Haley vacations at an esteemed summer resort with her family the summer before her junior year. Her Tree Hill life is still taking place (best friend of Lucas, tutor, closet-singer). While at the camp, she stumbles (literally) across a familiar face from home.
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Rain – the force of nature that was keeping me holed up inside the cabin my parents rented for the summer. Northern California seemed to be a bit more wet and dreary than the more populous southern section. The scenery, however, offered compensation for the weather – bushy trees surrounded us, as well as several lakes and secluded areas. Our vacation home was located in a respectable summer camp near Pebble Beach. It was a beautiful house in a beautiful camp filled with beautiful people and decorated with beautiful landscapes and weather. Beautiful blah blah blah.
We had only arrived the first Sunday of June, and already I was standing by for the announcement that my fickle parents had decided to get up and head back to our seasonal home in North Carolina. I had become used to their sporadic decisions that usually involved uprooting the family – after all, I was sixteen years old and this was nothing new. When they had announced that they had rented us a house out here – in California – I laughed with the rest of my siblings and shook my head with a sarcastic 'ok'… and now look at me. The one time they actually do what they said they were going to, and we end up 3,000 miles away from home for an entire summer.
Don't get me wrong – it's not that I don't want a vacation or that I hate my family. I just happen to enjoy the delights of home more than I like traveling. My mom keeps on hassling me to, "Get out there and make some new friends." Yeah, right. If only things could actually be as simple as mothers put them. I was perfectly pleased with the wonderful friends I had back home. In fact, I thought I was being very pleasant and cooperative when I so graciously agreed to come here. I didn't even complain about being ripped away from my friends during the summer before my highly anticipated junior year.
Now I sound spoiled. Be gracious, Haley; you're blessed. Wonderful family, wonderful friends, wonderful vacations, wonderful grades. Wonderful blah blah blah. The truth. I'll speak up and tell the truth (the whole and nothing but). Occasionally, I would like to be someone other than Jim and Lydia's daughter, or Taylor's sister, or Lucas' best friend, or a student at Tree Hill High School…I want to be defiant. I'd like to be able to say, one day, that I've accomplished more than just a perfect 4.0. I want to be more than a by the book, somewhat anonymous girl who no one notices walking down a sidewalk. In short, all I'm waiting for is a chance to be a rebel.
This rain looks like it has no intention of letting up – meaning my rebellion is going to have to be put on hold once more. The antique-looking clock on the mantle informs me that if I'm not ready in an hour, I'll miss the sure to be delicious dinner in the dining hall. But for now, for just a little bit longer, I'll sit by the rain-spotted window and look for an opportunity.