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Okay, I'm back for another secret. This secret is actually comical, because I have spent the last couple of years watching guys play basketball, we all have. Basketball is so much more to me than just watching a game. It is so much more than the triumph of your school team winning. To me it is the only thing that ever connected me to my father. When I was little, my father worked all the time. I won't say much about the circumstances; let's just say he wasn't around much. But once a month when he WAS home, he took me out to our driveway, were he had put up a basket, to play with me. That was the only times I remember being happy to be with my father. I know he would've rather had a son or a guy friend to play with, but I was happy he chose me. So over the years, while I was still young enough not to be too angry with him, I grew up to love the game without reservations, because I associated it with time with him. Even after we stopped playing, because I became too old, I still woke up sometimes at night, went out and threw some hoops to remind me of the good times. The last time we played was six years ago. I was outside on my own, shooting fouls, when his car pulled up beside me in the driveway and he started playing with me. After we finished playing, totally exhausted from the game, we sat down on the front steps of our house. He told me that that was the last time. He said I was now too old for to be playing a boy's sport, he told me to either join the cheerleaders or pick up knitting. Yeah right, as if a girl can only do such things. I haven't really talked to him since, not only because I was pissed with him for giving up the only thing that connected us, but also because he is even less around than he was back then. Okay, some of you will give this secret a hint about who I am, but not too I hope.

Absentee fathers are common in Tree Hill after all. Every second person I know doesn't have one around. We all say how modern we got in the last 50 years, woman go to work as much as their husbands, every second marriage is divorced and there is the sex before the honeymoon part of course. But that is not progressive. It would be progressive, if it would change into something better but it is not. The result is often only single parents, broken dreams and kids who are left with nannies and grandparents. The world hasn't found the good middle yet, where woman can work, but still make their marriage work. I see so many unhappy faces every day in school and it makes me so sad. Though on the other side I think, there were always problems. Even 50 years ago, kids had unhappy parents, because they held together a marriage that wasn't working anymore or because their boyfriend or girlfriend betrayed them.
All that makes me so angry. So I say to you people from Tree Hill High. Live your dreams, be happy, because it all can change tomorrow and it can always get worse.

Okay, so the Josh guy I told you about last week has kept on flirting with the Spanish teacher, I have my sources. Yay. I wouldn't get caught man. Let me tell you, affairs with teachers never end well.

Okay, let's recap. Now you know that I don't talk with my father and I notice people, every kind of people, not only the popular ones or only the freaks. But most importantly I like to play basketball. So watch out for a hot, basketball playing girl.

Until next week,

Sue Bird ;-) No just kiddin'.

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Lucas Scott hadn't put the newspaper down all the way to the gym. He nearly ran into Mouth in the hallway because of it. She has a connection to basketball, a jerk father; she is observant and loves to write. If this wasn't a girl and he was somebody else, he would think he was the one who wrote this column. Freaky.

"Hey Scott, are you ready for practice?" Skills came in. "Oh god, are you also obsessed with this mystery writer girl?"

"I'm just wondering…" Lucas said, looking down again.

"Well, it'll come out eventually. She seems to be a smart girl, but at some point she'll let something slip that'll reveal her. And then Uncle Skills will be there to heal all those wounds her father gave her."

"Yeah right, whatever you say man." Lucas laughed and clapped Skills on the back.

He changed and joined his team in the gym, where the players were already mingling with the cheerleaders as always. His eyes caught Peyton and Brooke, who were still sitting on the sidelines, talking and laughing. He had just returned to Tree Hill from Charleston and he was sad about all the things he had missed while he was gone. Brooke and Peyton were back to being friends and Naley was still going strong in their marriage. They had all been a little mad with him for just leaving and he really couldn't blame them all that much, though they forgave him. He now knew he couldn't run away from his problems. He looked at Brooke more intently. She laughed at something Peyton said and he could see her beautiful dimples flashing, while she hit her friend playfully. He had told them at Haley and Nathans party that they would be friends, the three of them, but deep down he knows he won't be able to keep that promise. Not for long.

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To be continued…

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