Warning: Contains swearing
OK so here's the deal.
My name is Lola Elizabeth Scott.
Before you all ask, yes I am the daughter of Nathan and Haley James Scott.
Just to clarify, by Nathan and Haley, I do mean Nathan Scott huge time NBA player and Haley James Scott world renown singer.
But to me they are just mom and dad.
I've been told many a time the epic love story which is my parents, seriously we are all waiting for the movie, but watching my parents make out just makes me wanna gag.
That brings me to the rest of my completely humongous unconventional family.
Let's start with my two annoying brothers .
My oldest brother, James, is a senior and is what you would call the"Perfect man".
He can dance, is the star of the Tree Hill Ravens and is clever as hell.
But let's just say hearing him trying to sing is a fate worse than death for any girl.
I suppose chicks dig his blonde hair and blue eyes.
Then comes my twin brother Chris.
We are both sophomores.
Where as James is the perfect son, Chris is the rebel.
Looks wise he is a carbon copy, of our dad but otherwise they do really not get on.
By really I mean, if dad said stand up Chris would sit down and lets not forget the hours of arguments.
I believe they have even had one about which pen Chris was using.
To make matters worse on the last day of freshman year, our Dad found him smoking a joint outside near the river court.
Chris was in deep shit.
Adding to this situation was the fact mom was not here, meaning it turned into a huge blow out and with Scott tempers blazing you can guess what happened.
My dad then grounded him for the whole summer causing even more tension between them.
Believe me, it has been a very long summer.
One of which contained Chris sitting their moping and having yelling matches with my dad .
Then dad really blew it by trying to make Chris interested in basketball.
That was a big no no.
I know dad was just trying to get Chris to smile but it had the completely opposite effect.
You see where as Dad played basketball in college and high school, Chris avoids any sport.
But give him a guitar; it's a completely different matter.
It seems that he and his guitar are attached at the soul.
Let me warn you, you don't mess with the guitar.
What is the worrying thing though is when Chris starts talking to his guitar.
He calls what they share "magic", everybody else just thinks it is weird.
But I love my WEIRDO brother!
Then there's me.
Little old me.
Little 5ft nothing old me.
I guess you would say I am the average high school cheerleader.
I look exactly like my mom with her blonde brown wavy hair and doughy brown eyes.
Unfortunately for me though, I picked up my mom's shortness.
I am literally a midget!
The only other thing I got form my mom was her musical talents.
But personality wise I am a mix of my Aunt Brooke and my dad.
I inherited the Scott fiery temper and I am fiercely protective.
I would also say I am a little over confident when it comes to guys and slightly cocky but what can you expect from the model of a world wide brand, Clothes over Bro's , but lets not get ahead of myself.
Then comes the creators of my messed up family.
Mom and Dad.
My mom is the super successful singer and other half of the Hollywood power couple "Naley".
To the world she hot gossip but she's is my caring, sweet, shy and complete klutz mom.
No matter what the tabloids say, to me she is just an ordinary person and I love her to bits.
Unfortunately she is always on tour like she is now.
Leaving me with a houseful of boys.
Damn the Scott gene!
Then there's my dad.
Recently retired NBA dream.
Although, that still has not stopped the paparazzi.
Thankfully though in Tree Hill paparazzi is all very low key but going for a family vacation to New York is a total nightmare.
When I was much younger we moved around a lot because of Dad's job.
I think that's is were some of the resentment Chris has towards Dad comes from.
Whereas me and Jamie took it in our stride meeting lots of these new people, Chris shrunk more into him self with everymove.
Eventually mom decided we should have a proper home here in Tree Hill and dad became the coach of the ravens, but I would not give back the road trips with my dad to a match for the world.
Over the years I have learnt how to self indulge my self with their salaries. I know that sounds shallow but it makes up for the normal lack of at least one parent.
After that the family tree gets very complicated.
From murdering psychopaths to slutty aunts or dead uncles, our families got it all.
My third grade teacher was very confused when I asked for 3 pieces extra of A4 paper to draw my family tree.
Believe me Christmas is a nightmare.
In one days time I am to start my sophomore year of high school but before that comes the end of summer beach bash…….
Please review and tell me what you think. Promise next time more drama and you will meet everyone else.
Who are Brooke and Peyton married to?
Did Lucas' second novel ever get published?
Plus loads more relationship drama and did everyone survive to meet the new tree hill.
Find out next time………