A/N- Okay so this story is loosely based on a-broken-teen's story, A New Life. She asked me to carry it on as she doesn't want to anymore, but I decided to kind of re-write. Here's the first chapter. ENJOY!
Chapter 1- Moving"BROOKE PENELOPE DAVIS, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" Brooke groaned at the screeching voice as she headed down the stairs. This was not good.
"Yes mother?" She asked as innocently as possible. Of course it didn't work. How could it, when the room she was stood in looked like a bomb had gone off? The furniture was all over the place, plastic cups littered the floor, and the occasionally bra could be seen dangling from various places. And this was only the living room.
"Don't act all innocent! Do you care to explain why my house is in such a state?" All Brooke did in response was roll her eyes.
"ANSWER ME!"
"Well as you can probably tell, I threw a party."
"Don't get smart with me young lady! I'm sick and tired of your constant partying and bad attitude."
"You're sick of it? You're never here! You weren't meant to be back for another week! It's not as if I was going to leave it like this!" This statement from Brooke was true. She'd woken up 2 hours before next to some random guy with a very bad headache. It'd taken her an hour to finally get him out of her bed, and to then get rid of all the other drunken teenagers that were passed out in different rooms. She was going to tidy up, but she'd decided to have a shower first, which was why, at this very moment, Brooke Davis was stood arguing with her mother in the living room wearing nothing but a towel. Brooke groaned again as her father walked into the room.
"It's done." He said talking to his wife. She nodded in response and looked at her daughter.
"What's done?" Brooke asked confused.
"You have until 7 o'clock to get this house tidy and pack your things. You're moving out." Mr Davis snapped before walking out of the room.
"Wait? WHAT! Moving? Where to? Who with?" This was not good at all.
"You are moving to Tree Hill in North Carolina, to live with some friends of ours." Mrs Davis replied.
"NORTH CAROLINA! You can't be serious!" By the look on her parents' face, they were deadly serious. "Mom, dad don't do this please! I promise I won't throw another party. I swear!"
"New York is no good for you Brooke. Besides, your father and I are moving to California and I doubt you'd be better behaved there."
"But you're sending me to some hick town that no-one has ever heard of! I love New York! I have friends here!"
"You'll make new friends Brooke. This decision is final. You're catching a flight tonight. I suggest you go and get dressed, tidy this house and pack." With that, she walked out of the room in search of her husband.
"Son of a…" was all that could be heard as Brooke headed upstairs to do as her mother asked.
Six hours later, Brooke had tidied the house, cried down the phone several times while talking to her friends and had almost finished packing; with an hour left to spare. By her bedroom door stood four suitcases packed with clothes and make-up, and a large carry on back filled with different magazines, her I-Pod, cell phone and laptop. Apparently, the rest of her belongings would arrive in Tree Hill a few days after she got there. She still couldn't get over the fact that her parents were sending her away. She didn't even know the people she was going to live with. They could be anything. Murderers, paedophiles, drug lords, assassins. What if they hate children! Oh my god, what if they have children and I don't get along with them! Her mother knocking on her door, rudely interrupted Brooke's train of thought.
"It's time to go." In response, Brooke stood up mumbling something to do with 'hicks' and 'not fair'. She grabbed her carry on bag and a suitcase, while her father struggled with the other three down the stairs.
Brooke grabbed her bag, as she got ready to board the plane.
"Well…bye I guess." She mumbled to her parents.
"Brooke, this is for the best. You'll realise that in time." Her mother declared.
"Whatever."
"We'll call." Her father offered smiling.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just like all those other times you rang while you were on 'business trips'." She snapped. Turning her back on her mother and father, Brooke walked toward the gate.
Brooke spent most of her time on the plane flicking through her magazines, listening to her I-Pod or sleeping. She tried to watch an in-flight movie, but it well and truly sucked so she gave up.
Stepping off of the plane and heading into the airport, Brooke began nibbling on her lower lip. One of her many bad habits when she was nervous. After grabbing her bags, Brooke looked around to try and find any sign of the people she was going to be living with. It wasn't long until Brooke spotted a blonde woman holding a sign with her name on it. Taking a deep breath, she started walking towards the woman; a big fake smile plastered on her beautiful face.
"Hi. I'm Brooke." The woman smiled in response and held out her hand.
"I'm Deb Scott." Brooke shook the woman's hand briefly, feeling awkward being so formal.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you Mrs. Scott." Of course it was a complete lie. Brooke wished that she had said no to her mother so she could still be in New York, but Brooke thought it would be polite. After all, the woman was taking in a complete stranger and had come to pick her up from the airport at three in the morning.
"Don't worry about it. It'll be nice to have a girl around the house. And please, call me Deb." Brooke smiled and nodded in response as they got into the car and began to drive.
"So…who else do you live with?"
"My husband Dan and son Nathan. He's 17 same as you, so when you start Tree Hill High on Monday, you'll be in the same grade." Brooke once again nodded in response, and spent the rest of the drive looking out of the window. Brooke gasped as the car came to a stop. The Scott residence was as big as her previous home in New York. But she should have guessed that, they did know her parents after all. Brooke and Deb grabbed the teenager's suitcases and headed into the house. Deb showed her to her room and then turned toward her before leaving.
"I know this must be difficult for you Brooke, but I'm sure you'll like it here. If you need anything at all just let me know. Goodnight."
"Thanks Deb. Goodnight." Once Deb had left the room, Brooke opened up a suitcase and pulled out a pair of white shorts and a blank tank top. After changing, Brooke climbed into her new double bed, trying to fall asleep before having to deal with the day ahead of her.
A/N- Okay! So what do you think so far? Review and let me know people!
