Author Note: I have always wanted to live in a small town like Tree Hill. I have recently visited Wilmington NC and loved EVERY second of being there. I seriously fell in love. Im from a place where there are towns but they all run together, its not like each town is its own. I'm not sure if that makes sense but if you are from Maryland then you understand. This story is about a girl who has to move 400 hundred miles away and does not want any parts of it. 90% of One Tree Hill characters will be present through most of the story and most of the story lines will be the same except a few because of my added characters but for those that will be the same my character will just be added to the scenario. The first chapter does not have any of the originals in it but that is why I have posted the first two together. In a later chapter there will a 'Jump Ahead". Please please please please read and review. I love constructive criticism and positive reinforcement. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Thank you and I hope you like the story.

CHAPTER 1

I was sitting in my room just finishing up my homework when our golden retriever Milo came walking in.

"Hi Milo puppy." I said sitting on the floor in front of him, cross legged petting him.

"How was your day?" I continued talking to him.

He was my best friend. He slept with me in my bed, which my mother yelled at me AND him for. She said he always got dog hair all over me but I didnt care, he was my pup pup.

"Kristin, Sophia can you please come down here?" I heard my mother yell from downstairs.

I didnt get up, I dont know why but I always made my mother yell for me twice. Apparently my sister did the same because I then heard my mother again.

"Kristin, Sophia please come down here, now!"

"Coming mom." I heard my sister call out. I got up and followed her down the stairs to the kitchen with Milo in-tow where my mother and father were sitting at the table.

My mother had a look on her face that said 'Im sorry'. I knew she was about to tell us something that we may not want to hear.

"Your father and I have something to tell you girls. You are not going to like it but we want you to know that we have thought about this and we have looked at all other options and we have thought about what would be best for this family." The first thing that popped into my head was that my parents were divorcing. I didnt know how I was going to feel about that. No, this can not be happening.

She continued, "we really dont want to do this to you girls but its what has to be done."

"Whats going on my mom?" My sister was the first to speak.

"Your father got a great job offer." My mother said.

My sister was a little confused and said "thats awesome dad. Happy for you but what does that have to do with me and Soph?"

My Dad then spoke "Girls we are really sorry but the job is in North Carolina. Tree Hill, North Carolina to be exact."

I think I may have rather heard them say they were divorcing because then at least I could stay here in Maryland.

"WHAT?" I heard my sister scream which scared me out of my daze. "We cant move! Really! All of my friends are here, my school, our house, our family. We cant leave. Im not leaving." She folded her arms and ran up the stairs and then we heard her door slam.

My dad walked around the table and put one arm around me and grabbed my other shoulder with his other hand, "are you OK honey? You have anything you would like to say?"

I shook him off then looked to my mom "Dont you think you could have at least included us in this decision. Its not fair." And then I took off up the steps to my room. I waited for Milo to follow me but he didnt. I slammed the door threw myself onto my bed and started to cry. My sister was right, my friends are here, my family, school. I dont want to go to STUPID Tree Hill. I have never even heard of this place. The people were probably stupid too just like their stupid town. It wasnt fair. I was in 5th grade, I was going to be going to middle school next year. That was scary enough, let alone starting at a new school. My sister was in 8th grade going into high school and Im sure she was scared too. She would never say it but how could she not be. My mom and dad are so mean.

A few minutes had passed when I heard a knock on the door. "GO AWAY!"

"Soph, its me." It was Kristin.

"Come in." I called back. I really didnt want to see anyone but I guess if I was going to have to, at least it was her and not my mom or dad.

Kristin came and sat on the bed next to me. She had obviously been crying.

"I cant believe they are making us move." My sister said as she laid down next to me.

"Its not fair. They didnt even ask us first, they just made the decision on there own."

"Ill bet they didnt even think about us and how it was going to make us feel."

"I know, probably not."

"I have never even heard of this town before." Kristin started to play with her bracelets that were on her wrists, "Its probably in the middle of nowhere."

"The town is probably huge and we wont know anyone, ever."

"Its gonna be all sweat tea and front porch sitting."

"They probably hunt too, kill innocent animals because its probably going to be all woods."

We laid there for a few minutes and then Milo came in and got on the bed with us. I sat up to pet him, I looked back at my sister who was still laying down behind me "Well I guess I have to tell all of my friends tomorrow that Im leaving." I felt my eyes tearing up.

"Yeah, I guess so." She replied.

"Girls, dinners ready." My mother yelled from downstairs.

The last thing I want to do is go down there at sit at a table with them. They are so mean. they are destroying our lives.

"Guess we better get down there Sophia, before..." Before she could get the rest out we heard dad this time "Kristin, Sophie dinner is getting cold. get down here." We both got up and started down the stairs. "Why didnt they tell us at dinner, why tell us before?" My sister asked.

"They probably didnt want to ruin their dinner. Its all about them remember." We both chuckled a little bit before entering the dinning room.

Dinner was quiet. None of us said much of anything other then when my dad asked how our day was and my sister replied "Up until about a half hour ago it was fantastic, now its the worst day of my life." Normally my sister would get yelled at for having an "attitude" but neither mom nor dad said anything. When my dad looked at me for an answer I just relied with "Same." I cried myself to sleep that night. I didnt want to leave everything I know to start over in a whole new town. What if the people were mean? What if they didnt like me? What if I couldnt make friends? I wonder if I can stay here with my Aunt Becky or my Grandma or My Aunt Carla? Yeah right, my mom and dad would never let that happen.

I told my friends and some were sad but others just, I guess didnt really think about it. My best friend, Mandi cried and said I wasnt allowed to leave. She said she was going to hide me in her basement so that my parents couldnt find me. She said she would bring me food everyday. It was a nice thought but I knew I was leaving to go live in some stupid town call Tree Hill. What kind of name is Tree Hill anyway? Who named it that? It sounded dumb "I live in Tree Hill" who says that? I guess people who live in "Tree Hill". My friends asked when I was leaving and I didnt know because I didnt ask. I was too mad at my parents to even look at them let alone ask any questions. I had one more week of school and then we would be let out for the summer. At least I would have the summer here, maybe.

When I had arrived home from school Kristin was in the living room doing her homework

"Hey Kris." I said passing here going to the kitchen.

I heard my mother in her office, I couldnt help but roll my eyes as I passed. Kristin came in and sat down at the island. "So I asked mom when we would have to leave." Kristin said.

I was standing at the pantry getting a snack when I snapped my head around "And what did she say?"

"She said we are leaving pretty much the week after school lets out. so two weeks from now."

"Seriously?" I said back to her closing the doors to the pantry and looking around the kitchen and the living room. "And we have to pack all of this stuff in that amount of time?"

"I guess."

"Well they can have fun doing that because Im not helping."

"Me either. Ill pack my own room but thats it."

"Yeah, Ill pack my room."

"There is so much in this house, how are they going to have everything packed by then?"

"I dont know and I really dont care." As my last word came out of my mouth my mom stepped out of her office.

When she got into the kitchen I asked her "So Kristin told me that we are moving in two weeks, is that true?"

"Yes baby, we have a lot to do before then." She walked over to my sister and I putting a hand on either of our shoulders " look girls I know this is really hard and I know you guys dont want to do this, honestly I really dont want to leave either but..."

"Then why are we?" I interrupted her.

"Because this is a great opportunity for your father and he has made a lot of sacrificed for us so I think its only fair that we do this for him and besides it will give us a better life in the long run. He will be making more money and the benefits are better."

My sister spoke this time "I just dont want to leave my life here."

My mom rubber her back "Honey, I dont want to leave my life here either. This was a long thought out decision. We didnt just make this decision on a whim, it was something that took a long time to decide."

I shifted from one leg to the other before my mother then spoke again. "Girls, can we please just make the best of this? Huh? Can we? Please?"

I didnt say anything, I just stood there looking down at my hands.

"What if no one likes us? What if people are mean to us? Im going to high school, Im not going to know anyone." I could tell that my sister was getting upset when she said this.

"Kristin, you are the most out going person who could make friends with a farm animal, you have never met a stranger, you will have tons of friends before you know it." She turned and looked to me " And you Sophia, my sweet, sweet girl, your heart is so big its scary. You will make a lot of fiends and they will love you, you have nothing to worry about. You both will be fine I promise."

"What about my friends here? What about Ally and Kelly and Aunt Becky and Uncle John and Aunt Carla and Grandma? what about them?" I looked to my mother for an answer.

"Baby listen to me OK, we are not moving away and never seeing anyone ever again. Aunt Becky has already made plans to come and visit with the kids once we get settled in. Everyone is so excited that we will have a house that is very close to a beach that they can visit. I can assure you we will have plenty of visitors and we will be visiting here too. You will be able to see your friends then. We arent moving down to North Carolina and never coming back up here. Your father and I have friends here too and our entire family is here." That made me feel a little better. Its not like I would never see the people from Maryland ever again.

School was out for the summer and a huge part of me could not be happy about that like I normally would have been because I knew that in a week I would have to move almost 400 miles away from everything that I know. We had started to pack and would be leaving in a few short days. I couldnt even go outside and play with my friends because we had so much left to pack. An entire house needed to be packed, 13 years of memories. My sister and I told my mother that we would make the best out of this situation and we were but that did not mean that I was happy about this. Every box I had taped had made me sadder and sadder. I hate this. I dont want to move.

The night before we were set to leave I looked around my room, my empty room and it made me very upset. I sat in the middle of my empty room and cried like a baby. It was so hard. I did not want to leave. I didnt want to go to a new town. I wanted to stay here in Columbia, Maryland with my family and friends. As I was lost in my own little world I heard my mother yell for me, telling that the pizza was here. We couldnt even have a proper dinner because everything was packed in one of the two huge moving trucks that were sitting out front in out drive way. My mom and dads cars was attached to the back of them. As I walked down the stairs I did so very slowly because I felt as though this was going to be the last time I did. I went into the kitchen and my mom, dad and sister were sitting on the floor with napkins and a pizza box in the center of them. I sat between my dad and sister and ate quietly.

"Im really going to miss this house. There are great memories here." My dad said taking a bite of his pizza while looking around the kitchen.

"Me too" the rest of us said in unison.

"I remember when Sophia was about 4 and she was out back playing when it started to rain, I called and called for her to get back into the house. I didnt want to go out there becausee it was raining so hard, I mean pouring buckets but she would not listen, she just kept playing. I yelled for her, counted to 3, she still would not come in. I knew I was going to have to go out and get her. When I started out the door she looked up at me and realized she was in trouble so she took off running all over the yard. She had mud head to toe. I wanted so bad to be upset with her but I couldnt because she was laughing so hard I dont think she was able to breath..." my mother look to the sliding glass door to the right then back to me before continuing her story. "...when you got close enough to the sliding glass door you turned and looked at me with this look that said 'do you dare me to run through the house all muddy' I stopped and told you not to, that you needed to be cleaned off first. You shrugged your shoulder and ran into the house. When I got in here you had tracked mud from one end of this house to the other and I still couldnt be mad. You were hiding from me but little did you know, I knew where you were because of the muddy feet prints that led to the hall closet. It took me hours to get all the mud up." By the end of the story we were all laughing.

My dad cleared his throat and began a story about my sister "I remember when Kristin was almost two, had just started walking and you..." he pointed to my mom, "...were out shopping with your mother. I was feeding her some purified thing that you had made for her. It was green and runny and smelled horrible, she loved it though. The phone had rang so I sat the bowl of food down on her tray, I was gone 2, 3 minutes tops and when I got back she was out of her seat and had the food everywhere, hair, back, hands, ears, all over her face, she was covered in it, it was on the floor, on the cabinets, the fridge, I mean everywhere. I could not believe that in the amount of time I had been gone, she had managed to have it all over like that." He looked over to her and said "I then told you mother that I was never going to feed you again and she told me that I was your father and that I was eventually going to have to feed you or else I would be in prison for child neglect."

My mother and father took turns telling us stories about when we were younger. Some I remembered and some I didnt. It was nice to hear these things and to know that this house had been good to us.

The next morning I woke up to my mother rubbing my head, "Baby, Are you ready to get up?"

I rubbed my eyes "Do we have to leave?"

"Yes."

"Then no, Im not ready to get up." I rolled over, turning my back to my mother. My sister started to stir awake.

"Come on my sweet girls, we have to get going. Brush your teeth and get dressed please." my mother said as she walked into the kitchen. We had all slept down in the living room because we didnt have beds and only two blankets.

"UGH!" I heard my sister yell next to me.

After a few minutes of laying there I felt my sister put her hand in my hand and she said "Are you ready little sister?"

"Yes, yes I am."

After a half an hour we were all ready to go. There was nothing left in the house. My mother had told us to take one last walk through to make sure we didnt forget anything. I cried while doing it. My sister and I rode with my mom while Milo rode with dad. It was almost 6 hours to get there so I had to get comfortable. I put my head phones in and tried to sleep. I dozed on and off but never really asleep.

After a few stops to eat, go to the bathroom, stretch and to let Milo go to the bathroom, I saw a sign that said Welcome to Tree Hill, Home of The Ravens.

"The Ravens?" I asked a little puzzled, "Like the Baltimore Ravens?"

"Not quite honey, apparently this town is big into high school sports, specifically basketball. That is their mascot." My mom answered me.

"Whats the name of the high school?" My sister asked.

"Tree Hill." My mother spoke again.

"Tree Hill Ravens." I said to myself or so I thought but my sister heard me.

"Yeah Tree Hill Ravens, I wonder if they are purple too." She said with a small laugh.

As we drove through the town it looked like any other town with grocery stores, hotels, banks, 7-11's and fast food restaurants. Then we got to the houses. They were older homes, not old old but old. There were a lot of churches, I mean for every 7 houses we saw there was a church. There were a few parks here and there, kids were riding bikes, scooter's and playing in their front yard, people were walking down side walks, others on their porches probably drinking sweet tea I laughed to myself remembering what my sister said. Before I new it we had stopped in front of a two story, yellow house with a white picket fence surrounding the home, the front door was a bright white and the porch was huge with a ceiling fan, what in the world? Really, a ceiling fan for outside. We have really stepped into a whole new universe. My dad was already at the door with a key opening it. Walking in, the home was beautiful. When you first walk in you were in the living room, the stairs to the right, straight ahead was the dinning room with sliding glass doors to the right and past that was the kitchen with the laundry room to the right as well. My mom and dad walked us upstairs to show us the rest of our new home and show us to our new rooms. Straight ahead was our parents room, to the left was my room and further down was Kristins room with a bathroom in between. My room was pretty spacious, bigger then the one in Maryland.

Living here may not be too bad. I guess I should make the best of it like my mother said.