My name is Ellie Taylor Scott. This is my world. I live in Tree Hill, North Carolina and my family is a little hard to understand. Scratch that, a lot hard to understand. My mom's name is Brooke Davis and my dad is Lucas Scott.
He doesn't come around much.
I'm a junior at Tree Hill High. My best friend is Jamie Scott, my cousin. His dad is my dad's half brother. I have a lot of friends and only one enemy. My brother.
My mom says that history repeats itself, that I'm a walking example of that. See, my grandpa, I guess, abandoned my dad in favor of his brother. Then my dad did the same to me. I'm basically the bastard child.
My mom got pregnant when she was 18. She stayed behind in Tree Hill while Lucas went to college promising to come back to her. He came back, 2 years later, with Peyton, my mom's best friend, and their son Dylan. My half-brother.
Screwed up, isn't it.
"Brooke? Hey it's me. I was just wondering if you wanted to get together for a little. I really want to talk."
Peyton's voice echo's through our quiet house. It's still early on a Saturday, and my mom is asleep. My mom and Peyton haven't spoken since they moved back with him.
Since Jamie's probably not awake either, I walk upstairs to my room, toasted bagel in hand, and head for my closet.
I have to kick countless pairs of sneakers and jeans out of the way, but I finally reach the box I'm looking for. Peeling back the lid and reaching in, I grab my least favorite book.
"An Unkindness of Ravens".
A book that's happens to be written by my dad. And all about his life with Peyton and Dylan. The book that vividly describes the 'mistakes' my dad made. The mistakes conveniently named Ellie and Brooke. But I'm mostly referred to as, 'that girl'.
I flip through the pages, pouring over words I've read a million times before. When the book first came out I was 11, and the first few times I read it, I cried. I couldn't understand how a human life could mean so little to someone. Before that I kept my dad's letters to my mom and her letters to him in this box. When I though Lucas Scott was one of the good guys.
The sick thing is that he treats me like dirt, but he's my dad. And I love him.
"Ellie?" My mom yells. "Ell?"
I pack the book away and shove the box back in my closet.
"What Ma?" I yell back, walking down the carpeted stairs.
"We're going to Aunt Haley's for brunch." She says "So don't eat anything."
"Brunch." I say sarcastically. "Snooty, aren't we?"
"Cut the sarcasm girly. Just 'cause your all 'I'm seventeen, screw the world' doesn't mean I'm not still your mom." She says, turning around to grab her coffee.
I choose not to tell her that I already had a bagel, because I'm always up for Haley's cooking. But then I remember the message on our machine.
"Hey mom?" I say tentatively.
"Yeah Ell?"
"Peyton called."
Silence.
where are we? spin me round
again
what
the hell, is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop
circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy
streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads –
heavy
where pleasure
moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of
this still life
you won't catch me around here
Brooke whispers quietly to Haley, who chose her best friend over her brother-in-law 17 years back. They both might be 35, but they can still gossip like teenagers.
"Peyton called."
"No she didn't! What did you say?" Haley, bringing her hand to her mouth.
"Nothing. I didn't pick up. She left a message saying she wanted to 'meet for lunch'." Brooke says casually, glancing at Ellie and Jamie playing basketball outside. She realized a while ago that Ellie was and exact copy of Lucas, and that's the way it was going to stay.
"Wow." Haley whispers.
"Yeah. Wow."
Disclaimer- maybe I can buy One Tree Hill on e-bay…
Well, there it is. Points of view switch around a little from general to Ellie to whoever else, if it'a too confusing, tell me when you r e v i e w.
Which is what you should be doing instead of read my boring note.