17 year old Brooke Davis was sitting outside of her big but empty house holding a joint in between her index and middle finger. Placing it where her lips were, she took a hit and exhaled. She felt as if she was on top of the world right now, and nothing else mattered. This is why she even smoked; the weed took away everything, even if it was only for that moment. It was better than being sober and facing reality. Her mind was off to some place when suddenly her buzz was ruined.
"Damn it Brooke, you have to stop doing this" She heard his voice and immediately took another hit.
It was Julian Baker, her lying, cheating ex-boyfriend.
"What are you doing here Julian, go back to that girl I used to call my best friend" Brooke said as she was getting angrier by the minute.
"Brooke, baby, I'm so sorry. I want you back, I miss you. Don't you think letting a two year relationship go just like that is a little harsh" Julian replied.
She starred at him and yelled, "No, I don't think it's harsh. I have news for you, I do not want you nor do I miss you. I hate you; now leave me the fuck alone"
And with that, Brooke took a final hit from her joint, got up and went back into her house. She looked at her ex-boyfriend and said, "I'm serious. I don't ever want to see your face again" and with that, she slammed the door in his face.
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Brooke was so fed up with everyone. Everybody thought she had the most perfect life. She was the queen at Manhattan High - being the captain of the cheerleading squad, student body president, and having the most popular guy as her boyfriend, Julian Baker, which made her the most popular girl at school. She had the money, and there were no parents to stop her from getting what she wanted. What people didn't know was that she would kill for a family. She grew up with no parents, only nannies that came and went. She was so sick of everyone and their lies. One evening, she went to Julian's house to talk about a fight they had just a few hours ago, only to find him in bed with none other than her best friend, Alex Dupre. She was so upset because of what she just walked in on. She decided that this was unforgiveable. And so, she hasn't spoken to neither Julian nor Alex. Instead of being her usual cheery self, she spent most days smoking up, drinking, or doing other drugs. Her life was falling apart, and she had lost all hope for herself.
It was eight at night, and she had just had another shot of vodka. She felt lonely, so she shrugged it off and fell asleep. Two hours later, her mother, Victoria Davis went inside her house only to find her house a mess. There were rolling papers on the kitchen table, with maybe two ounces of marijuana in a baggie. Looking around, she also found bits of white powder which she assumed to be cocaine. She kept walking towards the living room, only to find dozens of alcohol bottles everywhere, and a sleeping Brooke hugging a vodka bottle. All Victoria could think of right now was that her daughter needed to be in good shape since a very important family interview was happening in within two months. The first thing that came to mind was rehab.
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Brooke woke up and found her mother starring at her. Feeling embarrassed, she didn't say anything. Of course, Victoria broke the silence and said, "What is all of this Brooke?"
"What does it look like mother, anyway I'm going to sleep" She got up and slowly walked away.
"Brooke Penelope Davis, you are not walking away from me. You are going to the best rehab centre in America. I'm going to book you a flight for first thing tomorrow" Victoria said.
"Are you serious… you're fucking kidding me. I'm not going to any rehab at some random place, you can't make me" Brooke argued, although her head was hurting.
"Yes I am, and I can make you. Pack your bags, and tomorrow, you're going to Tree Hill in North Carolina" Victoria snapped back.
"Whatever" And so, Brooke went upstairs to fall asleep.
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