The Many Regrets of Brooke Davis
For years I have dreamt of graduating high school and getting away from Tree Hill. It finally happened last year when, in August, I enrolled at the University of North Carolina. Chapel Hill was just far enough away to give me space but close enough just in case I needed to come back. I didn't ever really need to though, except for holidays when everybody left campus. Even then there just wasn't much appeal for me to be back in Tree Hill. I suppose that's where I should start my story, telling you about my past in my hometown.
Tree Hill, North Carolina, a small town where everybody knew everything about everybody and nobody had secrets. I was just your average high school girl; I had a handful of really close friends and a dozen or so others that I considered friends, even if we weren't that close. I was never really considered popular, even though I hung out with most of the popular kids. Hell, my two best friends were on prom court and Cari was voted our queen. But once again, I stood on the sidelines, taking in all of the good things that were happening to the people around me. I was "everybody's friend," but sometimes it felt like I just didn't belong. I was always invited to hang out with everybody but it seemed like I was only asked if I ran into people; no one ever actually called me except for Cari and Whitney. They were my rocks, the only people I could really count on, but even they didn't know my whole story. I think that's why I was so anxious to get away from Tree Hill; I wanted to branch out from who I had become and transform myself into someone new. I was tired of being every girl's friend, but nobody's best friend, every guy's friend, but no one's girlfriend.
I just wanted a change and I found it in Chapel Hill. Sometimes, I think it's ironic that I go to school in a place with such a similar name as my hometown but for me it just worked. I was relieved after I decided on UNC to find out that only three other people from my high school were attending there too, which is strange for a school so close to home and one so well known throughout the country; I guess I just lucked out. So I packed my bags, shed some tears, said my goodbyes and left behind my home for the first 18 years of my life to begin my journey to my new self. That journey is what you're going to be told here. I thought my high school years were full of moments I wanted to rewind, but they were nothing compared to my first year in Chapel Hill. So, if you're ready, I'll tell you my story and all my many regrets.