A/N: Ok, so this has been on my mind and I wanted to write something that had meaning. Something that could impact someone and make people understand that there is kindness in the world. I'm really hoping that you guys enjoy this!! Please Review! (LP)

Chapter 1- Reality

My name is Peyton Sawyer. I am 17 years old and have blonde, curly hair with green eyes. I am labeled many things everyday. Gross, weird, disturbed, etc. Those people that label me don't know me. No one knows me or knows what I am going through. I am a normal girl but no one can see that through my clothes. They judge me by the way I look. Stereotype. I don't think anyone believes in the saying "Never judge a book by its cover." In my opinion, I am just misunderstood. People don't want to take them time to get to know me and see that I am good person.

My life is basically a living hell. My parents are both junkies who can't go an hour with out smoking pot or having at least 10 beers. They barely even notice when I am home and when I've been gone for a week. My friends, well let's just say they aren't exactly what I would call friends. They're the type of people that offer me drugs to make me feel better. I don't accept them because I don't want to be like my parents. They don't care about me. No one does.

I go to Tree Hill High School. Everyone is separated in their cliques. We have jocks, cheerleaders, goths, geeks, a bunch of others that I am probably forgetting, and then there is me. I'm a loner. I speak when spoken to and look at the ground when I walk in the halls. I don't dare look any of them in the eye, fearing that they'll laugh or whisper about the clothes I'm wearing. It's unfair. I sit by myself at lunch and just draw. I draw pretty much anything, mostly dark images. Sometimes I'll draw things that don't even make sense.

The only time I am truely happy is when I'm listening to music. Music is my escape route to a different world where prejudiced people don't exist. When I'm done listening to music, I go back to the same old shit. My parents screaming at eachother and sometimes my father will take his problems with my mom out on me. He'll beat me up a little or slap me right across my face. Then when he's finished he'll act like it is my fault by saying, " LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO NOW!" The truth is I just ignore it and let him do it. When he hits me, it doesn't hurt anymore. It used to hurt like hell, but now I found a way to stop the pain. I just imagine that I am in a world where people love me and don't want to hurt me. My mother completely ignores the fact that he does this to me. She pretends like she doesn't see it happening, but I know that she notices. She's just too stoned to care.

Every morning I get up for school and have the same routine. I get up, go to the bathroom, take a shower, brush my teeth, apply dark makeup to my eyes, put clothes on, and leave. I walk to school unlike most seventeen year olds who have a car. It really doesn't bother me that much unless it's raining or if it is cold.

When I got to school, I walked straight to my class and sat in the back corner just like everyday. No one say by or around me and if they did, it was only to taunt me.

My teacher's name was Mrs. Browne. She treated us all like we were 5 years old and a lot of people took advantage of her kindness. She never realized it though, I sort of felt bad for her.

Just then, a guy, whom I have never seen before walks into the classroom. He is extremely handsome. He has sandy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a magnetic smile. He looks about 6'3''. Maybe a little taller. He looks like he just stepped out of a magazine. I tried to fit him into one of the stereotypes and the one that fit the most was the jocks.

"Hi, I'm Lucas Scott. I'm new here," I hear him say to Mrs. Browne when he walked over to her desk.

"Oh. Lucas. Hi. umm Everyone! Listen up! We have a new student in our class today. His name is Lucas Scott and he has just transferred from..."

Lucas finished, "St. George High School."

"Lucas, you can have a seat anywhere there is an open desk."

I watch as every girl has there eye on him. He was simply gorgeous.

"Damn, he is hot. Betcha I can get him in bed," I hear Brooke Davis say to her friend Rachel.

"Not if I get him first," Rachel says.

To my surprise, and everyone elses, Lucas comes and sits by me. No one has ever wanted to even look at me and here is a beautiful guy who is sitting next to me by choice. I had to be dreaming, but I wasn't. This was unbelievable.

He smiled at me and asked. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

I'm still so shocked, but I manage to speak. "Umm. Yeah. Yeah, sure. I don't mind at all."

Everyone's eyes are on Lucas who chose to sat by me, Peyton Sawyer. I look over at Brooke who is in utter disbelief along with everyone else in the class. Lucas doesn't seem to notice that people are staring at him with confusion. I start to become a little upset when people start to whisper things about me. Yeah, I know that people don't like me, but when I hear it over and over again, I can't help but get a little depressed.

Lucas is paying close attention to the English lesson that Mrs. Browne has already started. I can't help but notice how perfect his features are. I feel so dumb for staring at him so closely, but I can't tear my eyes away. Lucas turns and looks at me noticing that I was staring at him. I look away suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed.

He smirks at me. "Hey. What's your name?" Lucas asks.

At first I don't think he's talking to me. "Me?"

"No. The girl next to you." Lucas says.

I look to my left and see that the left of me and notice no one is there. I feel stupid as he starts to chuckle a little but. "Umm Peyton. My name is Peyton."

"It's nice to meet you Peyton. I'm Lucas."

"Yeah. I know."

I feel so nervous and I have no idea what to say to this stunning, model-like figure sitting next to me so I remain quiet for the rest of the period.

"Alright class. You can have the last five minutes to yourself."

"Peyton?" Lucas says.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could show me around school a little? I kinda don't know where anything is, and I would really appreciate it."

He's asking me of all people to show him around. He clearly must not know what other people think of me or else I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be asking me.

"Yeah. I'd be happy to."

"Thanks. I hate being new and not knowing where the hell I'm going. It sucks."

"I wouldn't know that feeling. I've lived in Tree Hill my whole life."

"This was my first move so I guess I kinda don't know the feeling either."

The bell rings.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yeah. Let me just get my things together," I say to him.

As I'm getting my books together, I hear Brooke's voice.

"Hey Lucas," Brooke says, "I'm Brooke. Brooke Davis."

"Oh hey. I'm Lucas but obviously you already know that."

"Well, listen if you ever need anything at all, I can help you out with it. If you want me to show you around, I.."

Lucas cuts her off, "Thanks, but Peyton's going to show me around."

I look up and see Brooke glaring at me evily. She looks as if she wants to bite my face off or something.

"Oh. Ok. Well, don't hesitate to ask for anything."

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

Brooke walks out of classroom and Lucas turns to me.

"She seems nice," he says.

"To you," I say picking up my books. Lucas and I start to walk out of the classroom together.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Let's just say Brooke and I are complete opposites. She's Brooke Davis and I'm Peyton Sawyer. You can't put those two names in the same sentence."

"What's so different about you two?"

"Well, if you really want to know. She's this popular cheerleader who any guy would give their life to date and me, well I'm nobody."

"How can you say that, Peyton? You are someone."

I look at him, touched by his words. Lucas Scott has an amazing heart. He doesn't even no me and he is already being so kind and caring. I could really get used to having him around

"Thanks, Lucas. That means a lot."

"Anytime. I just don't like to see someone put thereself down like that."

I change the subject. "So where's your next class?"

"Umm I have Calculus in room 107."

"Oh, so do I."

Lucas and I walk to class together and I show him around school. We have 4 of the same classes and it was the same thing in every class. Every person looked so shocked that Lucas sat with me. Lucas didn't seem to mind all of the staring.

At the end of the day, I started to walk home when someone pulled up beside me.

"Hey. Need a ride?" It was Lucas.

"It's ok. I can walk." I say.

"Oh, come on. It's the least I can do considering that you showed me around school all day today."

I hesitate but then give in. "Ok."

I get in his car and he smirks at me. "So, I don't really know this place very well and I think you're going to have give me directions."

I laugh. "Turn right up here and then make a left at the light."

"Ok. Got it."

"Why'd you end up moving here? I mean this is a really small town."

"My Dad got a huge job offer and he really wanted to take it."

"Ah, I see."

"Yeah, I really didn't want to move because I hated the thought of having to make new friends." He looks over at me. "I'm glad I met you, Peyton."

I smile wider than I had intened to. It's just that to here someone say that means so much to me. I hadn't had any real friends and this person that I had just met already appreciates me. He was one of a kind.

We arrived at my house. "Thank's for the ride Lucas."

"Yeah, anytime. If you ever need a ride again, just ask."

"I will."

"Bye Peyton."

"Bye Lucas."

Lucas. What a gentle soul. He was so perfect and caring. No one had ever been so nice to me. His kindness had such an impact on me. It made me think that not everyone is the same and that people aren't always so cruel. Lucas Scott was proof of that.

I walked into my house and once again my parents were screaming at eachother. Tomorrow, I would show up with more bruises on me and have to try to cover them.

Welcome back to reality. Welcome Back to Hell.

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