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Hey everyone, this is my first story, I had a dream of this one night so…

Bella- Haley, Edward- Nathan, Alice- Brooke, Jasper- Lucas, Emmett- Cooper, and Rosalie- Peyton. The first chapters will kind off be like the book, but switched around. As soon as Haley gets to school I'll change it up a bit & add Nathan's POV. This story is in Haley's POV.

I rolled down my window as my mother drove me to the airport. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, sunny, warm, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt —white sleeveless lace with some stitched on floral designs. My carry-on item was a poncho.
(It wasn't my favorite article of clothing, but my mother made it for me and I thought it would be a nice farewell gesture)

In North Carolina there was a small town named Tree Hill exists under an almost never-ending cover of clouds. It rains more in this town than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this very town that my mother, Lydia, escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It is in this very town that my dad, Jimmy James resides. It was to Tree Hill that I shipped
myself off to — an action that I decided with pure horror (and myself on crack, most likely).

I detested Tree Hill. I hated the horrible, depressing weather. I also hated the drama and secrets that lie within the small town.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the unbearable blistering heat. I loved the action-filled, energetic, sprawling city.

"Hales," my mom said to me before I boarded the plane. "You don't have to do this."
My mom looks like me, except with a different face shape, short hair, and laugh lines. I felt a twinge of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, crazy, mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Andy Hargrove now, so the bills would get paid, there would be someone to keep her company, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost but...

"I want to go," I lied. I had always been a horrible liar, but I'd been saying this so frequently that it almost sounded convincing.

"Tell Jimmy I said hi." Requested my mother.

"Sure mom."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come back as soon as you need me." I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind her promise.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. Love you, Mom." She hugged me tightly for a minute before I got on the plane, and then she was gone.

It was a long flight from Phoenix to Charleston, North Carolina, but I didn't mind. I wasn't afraid of flying, however, I was afraid of spending a long car ride with my dad.

Jimmy had been fairly nice about the whole move, he was genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him. He had already registered me for high school, and was helping me find a car. But it was sure to be awkward with Jimmy. Neither of us was what you would say talkative, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was crazy confused with my decision. I hadn't made my distaste for Tree Hill a secret—much like my mother before me.

When I landed in Charleston, it was raining. Surprise. Surprise. I didn't see it as an omen —just unavoidable. I had already bid farewell to the sun.
Jimmy was waiting for me with his police cruiser. This was also expected; Jimmy is Police Chief James to the good people of Tree Hill. My main motivation for buying a car was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Jimmy gave me an awkward hug when I stumbled off the plane. "It's good to see you, Hales," he said, smiling as he loaded my bags into his cruiser. "You haven't changed much. How's Lydia?"

"Mom's fine, she says hi. It's good to see you too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Jimmy to his face. I only had a few bags, most off my clothes were too permeable for Tree Hill. It all easily fit into the cruiser.

"I found a good car for you" He announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he announced 'good car for you' as opposed to just a 'good car.'

"Do you remember Whitey Durham from La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast. I shook my head.

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Jimmy prompted. That would explain why I didn't remember him, I blocked painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Jimmy continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap.

"What year is it?" I asked getting straight to the point. I could tell from his expression that he was hoping I wouldn't have asked that question. After awhile of Jimmy trying not to tell me the true origins of the car he finally caved and admitted to me it was new in the early sixties and he had already purchased it for me. I told him that I would have to wait and see the car. The rest of our conversation was about the wet weather.

I stared out the window as Jimmy was driving. It was breathtaking, I had to admit. There was green everywhere. The trees, their trunks covered in moss, the grass and ferns. It was too green — an alien planet.

Eventually we made it back to Jimmy's house. It was an averaged sized two-story house that he and my mother purchased during the days of their marriage. There were a couple of bedrooms, probably from Jimmy's dream of a big family. Too bad it never happened. Parked on the driveway was my new truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders. I wondered if I was too short to drive it. I quickly pushed that thought aside as I stared at my car. To my intense surprise, I adored it. I excitedly thanked Jimmy for buying it for me.

I carried my bags into my familiar room and dropped on my bed, I didn't bother changing my clothes. I quickly fell asleep dreaming of what awaits me in my new life here in Tree Hill.