A/N-Here is another chapter…sorry for those folks who wanted to see Brooke interact with her son…it's not this chapter, but it will come up soon I promise. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Empty Halls

Haley's POV

Being a teacher is something that I always wanted to do ever since I high school. I think I could probably pin point the exact moment when I wanted to teach. I think I was on the roof of the school with Skillz and we were doing something for one of my classes where we were supposed to get to know each other better. Anyway, I remember telling him that when I was tutoring kids and the light bulb in their heads finally went on and they started to understand what they were doing…it was the best feeling in the world and it truly is.

I've been teaching for about 8 years. I had a slight break from it with the whole ordeal with Sam's essay, but I got my job back after I made a new record. Anyways, I have seen students come and go in my classroom…Quentin Fields, Samantha Davis and many others, but Sam proved a lot in my classroom and I was quite pleased with her work in my class, although it might have had something to do with the fact that I was her mother's friend.

I've seen her grow so much with the 3 years I had her in class and I was proud. My niece has a gift with words and I she writes with passion that I could only strive for. When she had told me that she was going to become a teacher because of me I cried. Brooke had asked what was wrong and I told her that my niece was an incredible girl. Brooke had said she already knew.

I was with Sam when she wrote her first book, Classroom Conversations. A book based on the inside of Haley James third hour class room discussions. Only it really wasn't just about that. It was so much more. I was there when she wrote her second book The Journey to Family, a book based on her life. She wrote every character to an exact T and now it is being made into a movie. I totally think Ellen Paige should play me.

And now Samantha Davis is going to be teaching in the classroom right next to mine. Her first year was great and this year is going to be even better.

I look up from my spot on the couch when I see my sulking son sit down next to me. He is so like Lucas with the whole brooding thing.

"Mom, I am completely bored."

"Well why don't you go see what your sister is doing?"

That's right I forgot to mention this. About 4 years ago I had a daughter. Her name is Erica Penelope Scott, named after Brooke.

"She's four, what am I going to do with a 4 year old?"

"I don't know Jamie. What do I do with a 14 year old son who complains all the time?"

"I don't complain."

"Yes, you do," I hear Nathan say as he walks into the living room with Erica sitting on his shoulders.

"Momma," she squeals.

Nathan sets her down and she runs over and sits in my lap, something Jamie always did when he was younger.

"Hey baby girl," I say as I smooth out her brown hair.

"Daddy and I played a game and I won."

"That's great," I say with a smile.

"Jamie, you should live this day up as much as you can because you have school tomorrow," Nathan says with a smile.

"Don't remind me."

"You'll be starting high school Jamie. How do you feel?"

"The same I guess as long as I don't have you as a teacher I'm good."

Wow that actually hurt a little bit, but I see where he is coming from. I wouldn't want my mom as a teacher either. Can you say awkward?

"Then who do you want?" I ask even though I know my answer. Sam.

"Sam," he responds quickly.

See I totally know my son.

"Of course. She's a good teacher."

"Yeah, but she's a good friend also and besides she's my cousin," Jamie says with a huge smile.

Jamie started calling Sam his cousin the moment he found out that Brooke had adopted her.

I smile at my son and the rest of my family. Life is pretty good right now.

"So, Hales, what kind of drama is going to hit the halls of Tree Hill High this year?"

I had no answer because the truth was anything could happen.

Ashley's POV

The definition of a foster care is full-time substitute care of children outside their own home by people other than their biological or adoptive parents or legal guardians.

That would be the definition from somebody who was never in foster care. To foster kids their definition would be people who don't give a crap about you only the money that's attached to you for them taking you in.

People are greedy.

I have been in so many foster homes that I lost count after number 10. At one point I told myself enough was enough. I'd have better luck living on my own. So, that's what I did, I ran. Being 15 I can admit that maybe it wasn't the best choice considering I didn't have the money for any of this.

I left my foster home 3 days ago and they still haven't found me. See how much people care? God I hate my life.

So school starts tomorrow and I am not looking forward to it. Despite everything I knew that school was important so I stick with it.

Growing up I learned real quickly that it was up to me to take care of myself.

As I walk the empty halls of my new high school, I can't help, but think about what my life is going to be like here. Am I going to love it or totally hate it? I guess one thing is for sure. I'm going to find out real soon.

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