Hey! Im BACK!
This is going to be a very emotional story, partly based on a personal experience so no nasty reviews please! This is going to be a Brucas, and a Breyton/Brathan/Baley Friendship story but also about Brookes personal journey through a terrible time of her life. The first few chapters will be dealing with this, and in the later chapters we are going to get to a fun loving high school story. So, its definitely going to be a mix – Completely AU, Brooke-Centric. Characters have basically the same personalities but there background and history will be different. Will be explained as the story progresses, and if you have any questions feel free to ask me.
The Scott family – Dan + Janice (parents) Milse (Mil-see, Real name Molly) 14 yrs, Nathan 16 yrs, Brooke 16 Yrs (Twins)
The Roe Family – Karen + Keith (Parents) Lucas 16 yrs
Scott and Roe Family not related, Used to be very Good Family friends but have not spoken in 7 years. How they all became close again is explained later.
Brooke, Peyton, Haley – Best friends.
Anyway ENJOY! And please leave feed back.
Brookes eyes fluttered open, her rich brunette hair tangled around her neck, dark circles had embedded themselves around her eyes, and the feeling of waking up to nothing hit her like a ton of bricks. The feeling of having nothing to look forward to, that things will never get better, that life was worthless…the feeling of utter depression had clenched itself around her heart and was relentless in letting go. The sun was streaming through the window, giving every object an illuminating yellow glow, but glowing was the last thing Brooke felt like.
Her mind started ticking over, the recent tragedy that had burdened her family for the last two years, had finally reached its climax. Brooke stumbled over to the mirror, caught site of a picture on the dressing table, and threw it with all her might to the other end of the room.
"Its just not fucking fair" Brooke whispered, as a lone tear slid down her cheek. Her knees buckled and the next second she was sitting on the floor. Just sitting there, the stabbing pain in her heart taking over as more and more tears ran down her cheeks. Brooke refused to sob, but stared with a burning gaze at the smashed photo lying uselessly at the other end of her luxurious room.
After what seemed like an eternity, the harsh, loud sound of her alarm cascaded into Brooke's room and she was snapped out of her thoughts. She tried to stand up, but the weariness of the long night made her feel physically exhausted. The pale, haunted looking teenager finally got to her feet and walked over to the window, deliberately ignoring the task that the alarm had signaled her to do. Brooke looked out of the window, and the scene that was displayed usually put a smile on her face and made her ready to face the day. Now, it just made her violently ill. There were kids running and laughing down the street, the bright green trees were whispering, the vibrant summer sun beating down onto her next door neighbor sun baking on the grass..all of this just seemed cruel and surreal to what she was feeling.
Brooke stumbled away from the window, and into her closet. Picking out a plain black dress, her hands trembling as she did so. She had to pull herself together, and brace the difficult day ahead.
Brooke Davis had to prepare herself for the funeral of her 14 year old sister.