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"What in the Sam hill are you doing, girlie? Questioned Whitey Durham, coach and educator at Tree Hill High School.

I groaned inwardly at my luck, Whitey was the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

I whipped around to face the aging man, "The only reason you're still alive is to torture me, isn't it? I grumped crossing my arms in defiance.

"You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?" Whitey returned with a big old smile on his face.

"Ah ha!" I exclaimed with exuberance. "So you agree- someone who exercises the lowest form of wit can not possibly be 'enrichment program' material." I said while clasping my hands together in mock despair.

Whitey began to clear his throat to rebuff my statement when I cut him off.

"Although, I heard that the person who nominated me isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer himself, if you catch my drift." I smirked while winking at him.

Whitey growled and flicked me in the ear. "Get in the classroom sass mouth!" He barked.

I attempted to stand my ground and engage in a stare down. He raised his eyebrow at me. Now, I want to make one thing clear, it was not that I was scared of him… but having known Whitey my entire life, I knew where to draw the line.

I scampered into the classroom with him chuckling behind me. I skulked to the back of the room, as far away from the teacher's desk as I could get.

"Why hello there my dear! Cried an incredibly perky teacher. She made her way towards my desk in record time.

That does it, god hates me, I surmised.

"Aw, sweetie, I know the first day of school is always hard. But I encourage you to 'turn that frown upside down'. I'm new here at THS, my name is Ms. Moonshine, and let me tell you a little secret, I'm just as nervous as you are!" She chirped happily.

She's definitely on percocet, I mused to myself. I subtly moved my desk back a few inches. Distance was good, distance was safe.

What's your name pretty lady?" She asked inquisitively.

I shot a horrified look at Whitey, who was laughing so hard that he had to hold onto a desk to keep from falling over. "Haley" I mumbled with embarrassment.

Ms. Moonshine caught my glace at Coach and bounced over to him. "Allow me to guess, you must be Haley's grandpa. What a sweet old man to escort your granddaughter to class. I can ask someone to help you find your way back out, tt's a pretty big place and pretty darn easy to get lost in," she said slowly as if talking to a toddler.

That put a stop to Whitey's laughter, and his eyes began to narrow.

"Karma" I mouthed to him. He rolled his eyes at me and began to walk out of the classroom.

"Bye Grandpa!" I shouted. "Just follow the signs that say EXIT, they're lit up and red. Just take it slowly, step by step.

I watched triumphantly as Whitey's face grew pink.

"Now where did your walker go? Did you misplace it again? Silly Grandpa" I said happily.

His face was now a wonderful shade of red. He whipped back around and marched over to Ms. Moonshine.

"That child is in no way related to me. In fact, I'm entirely convinced that she is the spawn of Satan," he glowered at me.

"Oh, and if two young boys, a blonde and brunette, come to the door asking for this troublemaker", he said while motioning to me, "give 'em detention immediately. They cause havoc, and together, they're like the three damn stooges," he muttered while striding out of the room.

Ms Moonshine turned back to me, a shocked expression on her face. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't think he took his medication this morning" I explained while hiding a smile.

I looked around the classroom; there were about eight other students in total. Ms. Moonshine had just finished explaining that we were the guinea pigs of a new program that THS was implementing.

Two students were selected from each grade level to participate; the curriculum material presented with was far more advanced than the course material their fellow peers would take.

Haley had the opportunity to finish high school in three years time, which would qualify her for several merit scholarships.

Haley had never worried about money.

The accident had changed all that.

Haley's whole world had collapsed from under her.

Haley closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories. It had been over a year since the accident, but the memories still haunted her.

They began flooding back….

I giggled as he danced around the rivercourt with vigor after successfully teaching me how to shoot my very first granny shot.

I remember the celebration after sinking a basket all on my own; he had picked me up and spun me around until we were both dizzy from laughter.

He held out his hand, his comforting smile eased my nerves.

"Daddy, I hate dancing, I'm so clumsy. Why do I have to do this?" I heard my self asking.

I can still hear his laugh, loud and booming, infectious and kind.

"Well Miss Haleybub, you want to be a basketball player, right?" He said kindly.

"Yeppers, me, Nathan, and Lucas are all going to be in the NBA," I said happily.

"The best basketball players are graceful and quick on their feet sweetheart, that's why I'm teaching you how to dance" he said matter-of-factly.

I wrinkled my nose, "Daddy, no offense or anything, but you're really bad at this whole dancing thing.

He began to chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "You keep stepping on my toes" I continued wagging my finger at him.

My grin matched his; it was like staring into a mirror. There was nothing in the world that I loved more than making my dad laugh.

"Well I have the perfect remedy for that missy!" He chortled good-naturedly.

"Get on" he said motioning to his feet. I grinned at his antics and stepped on his toes. He twirled me around for hours that night, laughing the entire time.

I awoke from my reverie; the overwhelming sadness began to resurface. I despised the memories. The memories served as a constant reminder of him, he had been my world, and I would never get him back.

And that was the most crushing feeling of all.

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