Okay so this is my first ever fanfiction. I have been reading them for about 2 years now and decided to bite the bullet and write one, sorry if its horrible.

This may seem a little confusing but a summery will be provided with the 2nd chapter.

So with out further a due here it is my first fan fiction...

Ps - I don't own anything except a beaten up ford and awesome record and DVD collection lol.

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September 12th 2025

It started and ended with the rain.

They where brought into this world in the rain and one of them left this world in the rain.

To the unknown occupant of Tree Hill, North Carolina she would look like a normal girl, in the school quad waiting for her first day of senior year, but the occupants of Tree Hill knew better, the prodigal daughter had returned.

"She left to go to rehab"

"It was juvie they sent her too"

"Her parents disowned her"

These are many of the whispers that Natalie Scott could hear as she made her way down the long corridors of Tree Hill High to her locker. If she was honest with herself she did miss this place while she was gone, but in the battle between missing it and the painful memories which seemed to be evoked in turning every corner, the painful memories won out.

"Well well look who's returned", Natalie quickly looked to her left and silently wished that she'd changed her name, STUPID ALPHABETICAL LOCKERS!! Standing there in all his glory was Braden Davis Scott her cousin. "Hey what's going on good summer?" she replied meekly. Suddenly his eyes filled with rage "Good Summer, that's all you can say, how about good year? You left without so much as a goodbye to anyone, do you realise what you've put the family through?!" He shouted. Family the word alone made her feel sick, she had no family, not since...she didn't want to think about it. "You know what just stay away from me", with that he stormed off down the hall. Great another Scott leaving her life, what was it Aunt Peyton always said, People Always Leave, she was sick of it that's why she decided to leave first.

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"Well I see your grades have slipped dramatically, no 4.0 GPA anymore...I can see why you've had a dramatic year, but you are a smart girl, I mean you missed an entire year of school yet your still at grade 12 level, well low grade 12", Natalie didn't know how much longer she could listen to Principle Turner babble on giving her sympathetic looks. Okay so she missed her entire junior year, she was going to go up a grade last year so she would have missed it anyway. And the "gap-year" wasn't a total waste of time it was well what's that corny term, soul-searching, she finally thought she could put the past behind her, ugh who was she kidding she just needed her diploma from this place and then she could leave Tree Hill and all its painful memories behind...for good.

"So here's your schedule...it's quite packed, just come and find me if you have any problems, or go to your grade tutor." he smiled politely, she quickly looked away not being able to stand the pitying looks which seemed to radiate from him and every other member of staff's eyes.

Walking down the corridor she slowly looked at her schedule wondering what she had first period, what she saw knocked the wind out of her, there in big bold letters where AP English. What her grades this year shouldn't have qualified for that, fate sure had a funny way of kicking her in the ass.

She won't be there Natalie though as she made her way to the classroom, class had started 10 minutes a go so luckily for her the corridors where empty.

Quickly fumbling with the classrooms handle she opened the door with some force. The world seemed to slow down as ocean blue eyes met with deep brown ones and Natalie could only think of one word "Mom"

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Haley James Scott quickly made her way to her classroom hoping the new school year would fill the massive void that was in her heart. As students began to trickle in and her lesson began , she realised that nothing would fill that gap, it was her fault though, she wished everyday that they could take back that last conversation. If she could just get one e-mail, letter or call anything to know that the one she missed so badly that it physically hurt to think about, is okay, just some kind of sign she thought.

Her prayers where answered when the door was swiftly opened, deep brown eyes met with familiar ocean blues ones and Haley James Scott only had one thought "It may be 1year, 6weeks, 4days and a couple of hours later...but daughter had finally returned"

Okay so thats thee first chapter...reviews are welcome lol second will be up soon!

Bex. C

xoxo