Summary: When an orphaned Haley James gets put in another new foster home in Tree Hill, NC everything changes. Will her sour attitude ruin any chances at friendships or more important, relationships. How long can she survive in this new environment? Lives will never be the same...for anyone. NH BL maybe JP or POC

An: I decided to post this now just because. Tell me if I should continue it or not. Please R&R.

"I don't want to go!" I yelled at my older sister, Taylor, as I got up and pulled the shirt she just packed out of the large suitcase.

"I know that Haley!" She said grabbing it out of my hands, and tossed it on the bed before heading back towards my dresser. "But you and me both know that we don't have a say in were you go and when." She said adding more clothes to the pile as I sighed knowing she was right.

"But I don't want to go to Tree Hole."

"Hill, Haley, Hill."

"That's what I said." I mumbled as I laid face down on my bed. "It's fine when I'm in California. At least then I can still see you and my friends." I said turning my head to face her. Instead of responding she just gave me a small smile as she dumped more clothes in the suitcase.

To make a long story short, I'm an orphan. Or so I say. My dads still alive…he's just, well, we'll say he's not in the picture anymore. Ever since my mom died when I was 10 I've gotten bounced around from foster home to foster home. But this is the first time in all these years they have placed me outside of California.

"You're 16, Hales. I think you can handle it." Taylor said going from her sympathetic tone to her 'stop moping and suck it up' voice. I really hate her sometimes.

"Ugh! I know I can handle it. That doesn't mean I want to. I mean look at the hell I've survived my whole life. I can handle anything." I said in a cocky tone. I looked up at her to find hands on hips and glare on face. "You're so pretty." I said as she tried to suppress a laugh.

"These people are really nice." She said turning around for no apparent reason. "They, uh, they have 2 kids. A boy and a girl." Then what do they need me for?

"Tay? You alright?" I said cautiously to her back. Not bothering to say what I was thinking.

"Yeah." She said turning around, wiping her eyes. You could tell she was fighting hard not to let any tears fall. "I'm fine. Just allergies, you know?" I nodded, knowing she wouldn't wanna get into it.

"So…why can't I stay with you?" I whined going back to out previous subject. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked to my closet.

"Apparently, not only do you have to be 18…you have to be stable." She said as I burst out laughing. She glared at me for a second before joining in. It's not that Taylor can't be responsible, she really can be, she just has a problem being that way for long periods of time.

"As soon as I can bring in an income good enough for two and can prove to a judge that I can handle a teenager, I can keep you here. Until then you have to suck it up and deal. These people are really nice. I have high hopes for them. Don't screw it up." She said jabbing her finger at me.

"Me? I didn't mess up at EVERY house. Just some of them." I said innocently, whispering the last part as she started laughing.

"Do you remember the Millers?" Oh boy. Here we go.

She just laughed as I shook my head, lying. "They caught you in your bedroom surrounded by candles. You were doing what again?" She asked laughing harder as I folded my arms across my chest and shrugged. "Oh yeah, I remember. You told them you were worshiping the devil!"

"It's not my fault they bought it." I mumbled as tears came to her eyes.

"What about the Reynolds? Were they the people you were with when you dyed your hair pink? Or were they the ones where you decided to go all Gandhi and not eat." She asked as I fingered my auburn hair. Thank god I found a dye close to my natural color. I just shrugged as her hands found her hips. Again. "Was it their fault they bought that?" I just nodded as she sighed and shook her head.

"Just don't act like a slut, or pyro, or emo. Or whatever else you've pulled these last couple years. Because if I keep worrying about you I can't focus, and that's bad for both of us…" Oh, boy. Guilt trip.

"No more body art or fake piercings either. Hell, no real body art or piercings." She added walking out of my room with my suitcases, happy with the fact she got the final word. I just sat up laughing when she was out of ear shot. Man I did pull some funny shit to get back here with her. Only god knows why. I ate for 3 days straight after the Michaels'. The Reynolds' was the hair and there was blue streaks in it. It's not that they were bad or anything. It's just that…I don't belong anywhere but here and nobody seems to get it. I'll never belong anywhere.

"Here we go." I said out loud as I heard Taylor call for me. "You can do it Haley. Deep breath." I said grabbing my carry on, whispering the speech I always give myself before a new place. I turned at the door and looked at my room sighing.

"Hales? You coming?" No.

I looked at her as she smiled and pulled me into a side hug. My big sister. The only person who was always there for me. The only person i can trust. Just remember that Haley and you'll be set.

"You'll be fine. I promise." She added leading me out of the house.

"Yeah, here goes nothing." I closed the front door behind me as she walked towards the car. I'll be back soon. Just like before. Like always. This is where I belong. "Cya soon." I said looking one last time at the building before climbing in the car. Real soon.