Dark Secrets of Tree Hill

The Four Original Ravens

Brooke Davis (March 6, 1989)— Younger sister of Jake Davis and best friends with Rachael Gatina, Haley James, and Peyton Scott. Recently given a promise ring by Peyton's twin brother Lucas.

Haley James (May 11, 1989)—Bestfriends with Brooke Davis, Rachael Gatina, Peyton Scott. Has a crush on childhood friend Nathan Lee

Peyton Scott (September 3, 1988)—Best friends with Brooke Davis, Haley James, and Rachael Gatina., twin sister of Brooke's boyfriend Lucas.

Rachael Gatina (November 15, 1998)—Orphaned by a car crash that also claimed the life of her big brother Jimmy. Best friends with Brooke Davis, Peyton Scott, and Haley James

Brooke' s Children

Samantha—(April 6, 2015)

Jamie—(August 18, 2016)

Lily—(May 21, 2017)

Angie—(October 27, 2018)

June 7, 2006

Brooke's Davis surveyed the lawn full of people. Every person in the graduating class of Tree Hill High was at the party tonight and so were almost all the rising seniors and about half of the teenyboppers who just considered themselves lucky to be entering the halls next year as upperclassmen. She even saw a few almost-sophomores who (bless their little hearts) already knew that the only true way to end the school year with a bang was with a Rachael Gatina house party.

Brooke's eyes lit up as she noticed Rachael leaning against the front of her house talking with Brooke's best friend Peyton Scott and another girl, Shelley Simon. "There they are. Come on Tutor Girl," Brooke cried, dragging her other best friend Haley James by the elbow.

"Ouch Brooke," Haley complained, "that belongs in the socket you know." Brooke smirked good-naturedly but otherwise ignored her.

"Well look at this its like Clean Teen reunion," remarked Brooke. "All we need now is Chase but honestly he's not all that clean. He appreciates the art of a dirty text message!"

"Ooh," her friends simpered. Haley pretend to fan herself while Peyton reached over and jokingly smacked Brooke on the butt. Before Brooke could do anything the yard began to vibrate with the obnoxious beat of the '90s Spice Girls song Bevin had once wheedled Brooke into using for a cheerleading routine.

"Come on, come on, come on," Bevin pleaded beckoning to the other cheerleaders. The three of them shrugged before falling into step beside Bevin.

Rachael stepped aside, her face puckered in disgust as Peyton did the genie arms. "I don't suppose a Clean Teen dances much?" she hissed to Shelley.

Shelley scoffed. "Oh please I was doing the whole slut thing long before you bitch!"

"Prove it" Rachael challenged.

Forty-five minutes later after Lucas had disappeared into the house looking for his sister, the remaining four sat on Gatina rooftop balcony, their feet dangling off the edge.

"What are you thinking about Mouth," Skills gazed over at his friend who was absentmindedly spinning an empty beer bottle.

"I'll be right back," Mouth said jumping the few feet to the ground and heading straight for a knot of talking girls.

"Hey," Brooke smiled at her friend. "What's up?"

Without answering Mouth tilted her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. "I always wanted to do that," he sighed.

"Okay," Brooke shrugged putting her arms around Chase's waist while she watched Mouth walk off.

"Look," Chase said pointing to the moon that was directly over their heads. "It's almost midnight."

"Our last minute of high school," breathed Brooke so quietly that only Chase could hear her in the midst of the celebrating new seniors.

The ten friends just stood there in a peaceful almost reverent silence that was finally broken by Brooke.

"Hey you guys wanna get out of here?" Peyton and Rachael shrugged amicably. Haley leaned her head on Nathan's chest

"I know a place that's open all night," Skills answered the ritual already forming in his mind. "Let's roll." The short walk to the River Court was punctuated by the sound of Lucas dribbling a basketball.

"Boys against girls," Peyton announced stealing the ball away for her twin.

"Traveling!" Lucas accused as she ran with it across the asphalt court.

No one really kept score during that game; they just played wanting to savor the last night together before branching out on separate paths. One after the other they went to sit on the sidelines, exhausted and sad.

"Okay, we're not going to do this," declared Brooke through she didn't try to free either of her hands from the death grip secured by Rachael on one side and Haley on the other. "We're not going to get sad. Nothing's going to change. We'll all be friends forever."

Lucas nodded in agreement as he continued to comfort his sobbing sister. "Four years from now we'll be right back here, done with college or wherever we go."

"Yeah," echoed Nathan shaking a can of spray paint as he knelt. "? Let's leave our mark, shall we? 'WE WERE HERE' Now everybody sign their name…Brooke.

February 11, 2050

A woman in her late fifties walked though the dark room scanning for someone she knew was there. After all this is where they had scheduled to meet. Finally she caught sight of her, a figure slumped in her seat meticulously proofreading a very thick file. "You wouldn't be Sam would you?"

The woman looked up. "Actually I would," she replied though not unkindly. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Georgia Silveri. I'm actually here to do your magazine profile…"

Sam jumped up in surprise and scooted over to the further of the two chairs. "Of course, please sit down."

"Thanks," Georgia removed a pencil from behind her ear. "Whenever you're ready."

"Where should I start?"

"At the beginning," the reporter smiled. "Tell me about your mother."

Sam sighed. "My mother…well if you can't say anything else about her she's always been an original. And Brooke Penelope Baker knows that. She's the strongest, most endearing person you will ever meet, so beautiful inside and out that you can't not fall in love with her. But other times she can be so…frustrating. She's impulsive bordering on careless. Still you can't blame a person when their model for motherhood is that terrible..."

Georgia nodded. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well Grandma and Grandpa Davis …they paid off Mom's bills and credit cards every month, but not much else. Mom always tried to give the four of us what she never had as a kid. Shortly after high school she got this idea to start a clothing company with her designs. For five years she climbed the ranks you know"

"Sounds like she was making quite a name for herself," Georgia praised.

"She did. New blood in the industry should've never been able to do that so quickly but Mom was the person that charms her way into anything. Then she married Dad, had five kids in barely more than four years and by the time they lost my twin Grandma Davis had swooped to 'relieve' Mom of the company…said she kids and baby fat wouldn't fit into the glamorous jet-setting lifestyle she would be expected to live as a designer."

"Baby fat!" Georgia gasped. "Ouch, and from her own mother! That had to leave a mark."

"For all Mom's scars and baggage she loved us all. She may have even loved too hard. Her expectations were so high my three siblings and I couldn't help but fall short. And then she'd be disappointed in you. That was the worst part, when she was disappointed Mom would walk around all stoic and sad, ignoring you for days on end. Sometimes…never mind."

"Let it out Samantha honey," Georgia coaxed. "Seems like you've been holding this in for ages and that cant be healthy."

"Well I got that from Mom too. Sometimes when I was little and it was me who was getting the freeze-out I'd wish to God that Mom would just haul off and hit me. It would've been a hell of a lot easier."

After thanking Sam for the interview and promising to let her know when it would be in print Georgia took her leave. Sam smiled, her close circle of friends (her publicist Dave, and manuscript editor Lena) hadn't changed in more than fifteen years but Georgia had been so easy to talk to that Sam was actually looking forward to the idea of hearing from the woman again.

Five weeks later

"Julian! Come down here, quick." Brooke Baker's husband could still here her shriek despite his being two stories about her. "Julian, come quick,"

"What is it?" The sixty-five-year-old man didn't even bother to conceal his yawn. Though he was only three years older than Brooke, four decades of trying to keep up with his spirited, vivacious wife had worn him beyond his years.

"What is it?" Brooke cried. "The Times is here for God's sake. Will you look at this, 'EXCULSIVE: Bestselling author Samantha Baker reveals the family influences behind her newest masterpiece.' Page 27." Brooke's manicured fingernails flicked through the magazine. "Ah right he…oh! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!"

Julian ducked the scalding tea that flew everywhere as her coffee cup shattered against the wall coming to the floor in millions of tiny shards.