In the year 2009 my half brother, Lucas Scott, wrote a book called The Raven. In it he talks about his high school experience from the beginning of our junior year to the end of our senior year. The story was powerful, as it touched the hearts of many and won quite a few awards, but there was one major complaint the fans had….me.

Apparently, though the book was about Luke, my story seemed more interesting. He would always read me letters from fans saying how they wish they saw more of me, or asking about me, hell some even wrote letters for him to give to me so I can answer them myself. It's really odd but I'm not unfamiliar to the spotlight so I took it in stride.

Fast forward four years to Luke in a very uncomfortable situation; he's got his publisher breathing down his neck for his next best seller but he's got nothing. He claims he has writers block but I think that's a load of bull shit. The has plenty to write but it will never be as real as the Raven. Well at least that's what I thought before he came to my door, damn near begging me to let him write my story.

At first I said no but, if you actually read The Raven you'd know that, Luke is a smooth talking son of a bitch. After almost an hour he not only got me to say yes, he also got me to agree to a first person narrative even though he's writing it.

Now I'm not going to say this will be a life altering story, it probably won't be, but it will satisfy those curious about my story. So lets get started shall we.

My name is Peyton Ann Scott and I am the eldest of the Scott children.

I'm not quite sure where to go from there so I'm just gunna start spouting off shit about my younger years till you know enough for me to skip ahead.

My mother is a former rockstar named Elizabeth "Eli" Harper and my father is a sociopath named Dan Scott. I was conceived after a mix of booze, drugs, and dirty dancing led to my parents fuckin in the bathroom of some club just out side of Tree Hill; The condom broke and the rest was biology.

My mom abandoned me on my grandparents doorstep where my uncle Keith found me. Because daddy dearest wanted-

"Um Peyton I don't really think this is what the fans are looking for. Just…..find a place around the time the Raven happened and start telling your own story. Don't over think this."

I looked up at my younger brother, Lucas and sighed with a soft smile.