A/N: This if my first One Tree Hill fic, just to let you know.This is going to be sort of long, slightly AU, but right now it's starting out as a one-shot. If people like it, I'll continue. I guess I'll have to continue this, because I doubt people will understand whatever is going on. In the next chapter, I'm going to give you a bit of info so you know how everything is going on in the next few chapters. The whole story, up to the interlude, is going to be a flashback. The ages of the characters might be different, but as I said before, this is sort of Alternate Universe.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill.

Snowflake

Snowflakes drifted from the ebony sky and rested gently in the brunette's soft curls. The sidewalks and roads were free of snow, but trees and lawns were blanketed with the crystal-like flakes.

The young woman, not a day older than eighteen, walked slowly up to the big white house thatseemed so unfamiliar to her.The little girl in her arms yawned, and her mother switched her to her left side as she approached the front door. She dropped her messenger bag on the porch step and raised her hand to grab the fancy door knocker, but paused as she turned around to take in what was surrounding her.

Not much had changed since she had left. Things couldn't have changed much; she'd only been gone for two years. She doubted anyone took much notice to her absence. Everyone in her school had taken a disliking to the so-called slut, who would go bar-hopping when she didn't have anything better to do. But she had changed. Running away from everything had made her a better person, someone who was stronger than the insecure whore she used to be.

She wasn't really a whore, she had just said that she was. It was a pretty stupid thing to do, and she'd admitted it to the person she loved. But soon after, he had ripped her heart out of her chest and smashed it into a million pieces, before the teenager could have a chance to tell him the life-altering news that he was the father of her baby.

The snowflakes continued to dance in the night sky, as Brooke Davis remembered. She reminisced everything in her new life that she had recently abandoned, just as she had done to her old one. She glanced into the clear blue eyes of her daughter resting on her shoulder, and gazed into the night as she attempted to gather the pieces of the past two years in order to tell the residents of Tree Hill.