A/N: There is always a chance for disappointment within my stories. I start things and don't finish them. I have finished some but I will make no promises for this story. I work 20 hours a week and go to school full time and have a dog. Summer break begins after next week and I need something to do. I'm going to start a new story and I hope it goes well. They may be very long or very short and I'm not sure how this is going to work out. I also haven't decided on a POV yet so bear with me. Thank you.

Callie Grace Michaels is looking for her birth parents. She was only given a name and location of one parent by her case worker and now she must travel across the country to find them so that she doesn't have to move with her adoptive family to Alaska. At the age of 15 Callie isn't able to legally emancipate herself in order to stay in her hometown, San Francisco. She would much rather move to Tree Hill, NC than Alaska. This is her story.

Callie kicked off her hoes and wiggled her toes. This is going to be the longest bus ride of my life. Callie thought. There were still 4 hours left on this bus ride until she arrived in Tree Hill. Callie yawned and leaned her head against the glass. She curled her legs up under her body and covered herself with the blanket from her bag. Callie closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

-Callie's Dream-

"Mom!" Callie ran into her mother's arms.

The woman embraced her daughter. "I missed you so much!" She leaned Callie back so she could see her face. "How was camp?"

"It was great. I missed you though." Callie grinned.

"Let's get home. Dad is making dinner." She announced and grabbed Callie's bag.

Callie nodded and followed after her mother.

-End of Dream-

The woman still didn't have a face after all this time. The name Callie was given by her case worker was her father's. I want to meet my father but I had hoped to find my mother first. What if my dad doesn't know who she is? What if he does and they are happy and gave me up because they just didn't want me. Callie thought to herself. She kept her eyes closed until she felt the bus slow to a stop.

"Tree Hill, North Carolina." The bus driver said over the speaker.

Callie gathered her belonging and shoved the blanket in her bag. She made her way to the front to get off.

"Do you know where you are going Miss?" The driver asked.

Callie nodded although she wasn't so sure. She said goodbye and exited the bus. She made her way through the station and stood outside the entrance looking around. This is it. This is the beginning of my life. This is where I find out who I am.

Callie took a deep breath and tried to think of where she would go first. Her adoptive parents gave her a phone and some money for the trip. I don't know if they are too happy about this or if they want to get rid of me. I needed to do this and I think they know that.

Callie pulled out her phone and searched the name she was given. L-U-C-A-S S-C-O-T-T she typed. The page loaded and it felt like it took forever. When it finally loaded all she really wanted to do was click the first link but she knew she needed to start with the yellow pages. There was plenty of time to learn about him later. She jotted down the address and gave it to the first cab driver she could flag down.

Callie could only think of the impending meeting with her father. She couldn't keep her heartrate down to save her life. She had inherited a heart defect from one of her parents but she didn't know which one. After a while the cab slowed to a stop in front of a larger white two story house with a red door.

"Here we are." The cabbie said. Callie handed him some cash and exited the car. She stood on the sidewalk starring at the house. Her adoptive parents weren't rich or anything she lived a very nice life but this was not what she was expecting. This house was huge.

Callie took a deep breath and made her way up to the door. She was scared and worried but she had come all this way and she needed to do this. She knocked on the door and waited.

Brooke sighed and made her way to the door. "Coming." She opened the door. "Can I help you?" Brooke was shocked by the blonde haired blue eyed girl standing in front of her.

"I'm looking for-" Callie started.

"Are you here for Amber?" Brooke asked.

"Uh- No. I'm looking for Lucas Scott. Does he live here?" Callie said quietly.

Brooke almost couldn't hear the girl. "He is at the office right now. Who are you?"

"I'm Callie Michaels. I just need to talk to him."

At least her last name isn't Sawyer. Brooke thought to herself. "Well he will be home later tonight around 5 or you could swing by his office. It's in the club Tric on main street."

Callie nodded and took in the information. "Thank you."

Brooke acknowledged the girl. "Yup." And then she closed the door and went back to cooking.

Callie turned on her heels and made her way to Tric. It wasn't too far to main street. That is where the bus station was. It only took her 20 minutes to make it over to the club. She took the steps into the building and glanced around. There was a guy at the bar so she walked over to him. "Hi I was wondering if you could help me."

Chase looked up from where he was cleaning. "Sure what do you need?"

"I'm looking for Lucas Scott." Callie held her own hand in front of her and waited for an answer.

Chase nodded and pointed behind Callie. "He is in his office. Just knock before you enter."

"Okay." She turned and went to the door Chase had mention and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Lucas said from the other side.

Callie hesitated. She stood tall and opened the door. She took in the sight of Lucas at his desk. He had blond hair cut short and a small amount of facial hair. He looked up right at her and she saw the piercing blue eyes that matched hers. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm…" Callie was having a hard time forming words.

"Yes?" Lucas asked. The girl looked so nervous to him.

"I'm looking for Lucas Scott." Callie managed to get out. She crossed the room so she was standing in front of him.

"Well you have found him. What can I do for you?" Lucas motioned to a chair so the girl would sit down. He closed what he was working on and gave her his attention.

"My name is Callie Michaels and I think you might be my father."