THAT WEEKEND They drove up to the place they found online. They immediately fell in love with it, and put a down payment on it. They would be moving in a week. Ora started freaking, she couldn't possible pack her whole life in a week. Lucas calmed her, they weren't selling the other house, so she could keep things there, if she really wanted to. Dallie claimed the unfinished attic as her room, even though there was enough bedrooms. She said she wanted to finish it. It was no use arguing with Dallie, so they let her. Good thing for her, there was a Lowe's and a Home Depot just up the road some. She could get everything she needed there. Tassi said if Dallie could have the unfinished attic, she could have the unfinished basement. They were always competing. There was one room, that looked like it was supposed to be a library, it had built in shelves in the walls, so they gave that room to Frae, she had like a gazillion books all in boxes in their attic, now she could display them all. Ora took the lovely room, facing the front of the house. It was light and airy. It was absolutely nothing like her old room, which was built for her, but she liked it. Dezzy had the only bedroom on the first floor, so she wouldn't have to climb all the steps. Ricky, he wanted the dog house in the backyard, but that idea was vetoed so he claimed the first bedroom he walked into. It had wooden floors, and cheering fan wall paper, with a basketball hoop mounted to one wall. There was a bed in the room. It folded out from the wall, and no windows, so you couldn't break any. The closet was big enough to hold all his clothes, so he could use the whole room as a basketball court. The master bedroom was elegant. The ceiling arced, the walls were a deep burgundy. It was capacious. Brooke didn't want to leave to go home, but Lucas carried her out and buckled and locked her in the car.
The week passed quickly and soon they were moving into their new house. They also had to get registered for school. Brooke was taking them, dropping Ora and Dallie at Laurel, Frae opted to try Roosevelt, then Tassi at King, then took Ricky and Dezzy to Bond Mill with her.
At Laurel, Ora and Dallie sat in the office waiting for an open counselor. They waited about fifteen minutes, and the woman said one at a time, so Ora went first.
"Name," the woman said as Ora sat down, pen perched ready to write.
"Aurora," Aurora said.
"First, middle, last," she said specifying.
"Aurora Luzette Scott." "Grade." "Eleventh." She passed Aurora a paper.
"Please fill out your schedule, and come back when you're done," the woman said, pointing to the door. She walked past Dallie going in.
"Good luck," Ora whispered as she walked past.
Dallie walked in and sat down.
"Name, first middle, last." "Dallie," was all Dallie said.
"Dallie, Dallie what," the woman said annoyed, too bad Dallie was immune to it.
"Dallie." "FINE! Grade." "Hmm, what grade. I'll take twelfth thank you." "Get out, I'll wait for a parent to sign you up, just pick out your schedule." "Can do, thank you." Dallie left. She was done in two seconds. She checked study hall for every period. Ora stole her paper.
"Dallie, you can't have study hall every period," Ora exclaimed.
"Why not, all the seniors are doing it," Dallie said, leaning back in the chair.
"You did not just tell her you were going to be a senior, Dallie!" "What, apparently I look like one, and my name's Dallie, just Dallie." "You didn't!" "I did," Dallie said sticking out her tongue. She got up to take the paper back but Ora grabbed her. Ora got up and walked past her. She was going first.
Tassi was having the best time at King.
"Okay, Ms. Scott, shall we get started." "I'm not Ms. Scott, you must be mistaken." Tassi said. She had on one of her shortest skirts, black tims, and a black tube top, that barely covered anything, not that she had much to cover.
"Okay than, what is your name?" She tried to level with her.
"Tassia, Tassi Scott." "That's what I thought, Ms. Scott." "NO, NEVER MS. SCOTT!" She stood up knocking over the chair she was sitting in.
"Okay then, how about Tassia, I can level with you." "No, Tassi, just Tassi." "Fine, Tassi, you don't plan on wearing that outfit to school do you?" "Of course it's one of my favorites." Tassi sat back down, on a different chair.
"But it's against the rules." "I know, been there done that, here give me that rule book and a highlighter, well make that two, one for all the rules I broke, and one for all the rules I created by doing something wrong." Tassi said. She loved that fact, she broke practically every rule in the book. She gave Tassi the book and highlighters. Tassi opened to the first page and started highlighting, everything under dress code, in either or both colors, then onto tardiness and absences. Same there. The lady was starting to get worried. All the highlighting.
"Um. Can I stop you for a minute, how many times were you suspended?" "Last year or every year altogether?" "Um, last year's good." "About oh I dunno, couple times a month I guess," Tassi said, continuing her highlighting. When she was done, a while later, she handed the book back. The woman flipped through it, and called in another. The other said she was bluffing. "Call Tree Hill Middle, they'll tell you, ask any of them, they all know Tassi." "We will," the other woman said as she left. She walked back in minutes later, her face pale. "The girl's right, and now she's stuck here." "So, can you please register me for middle school before I have to register for high school, jeez." Tassi had gotten up and was looking at the awards on the wall, a little to closely for the woman.
"Um, what are you doing?" She asked uncertainly.
"Lookin." "That closely?" "Well in that case, they're fake." "How do you know, I-I mean they are not, they're fragile." "You just admitted it, this is going to be a blast, now how about you register me for some classes, I don't sing, and if your band allows electric guitar, or drums, then maybe, just make sure you get gym in there, and I can't have history for homeroom, I'll fail it, and teach won't be happy. Me sleepin all year through his class, not your best bet. I only want English, none of that grammar garbage or literature crap, English. As for science. I cannot and will not dissect anything that was once alive and killed for the dissection, and I am telling you up front, so it will not harm my grade. For gym, I will provide my own uniform, school's are always atrocious. So don't worry about that. Math, I take algebra, nothing higher, nothing lower. No advanced algebra, no pre-algebra, regular algebra. I require at least one free period to do as I please, preferably sleep, but I could do whatever. I would request Spanish as my foreign language, I heard of your Latin and it's shit, okay, ain't people on the face of the planet gonna speak it, so I ain't gonna learn it, asides if they really wanna talk to little young me, they can speak some good ole' fashioned English, well they can keep the idiotic English accent. Now I think we have my whole schedule down except one class, lunch, the most important class of the day. FYI I buy lunch every day, therefore I request my lunch to be cooked and waiting prior to my arrival, so I can pay at the beginning of the week for all, then just pick it up, no line waiting, and I'm not picky, whatever you're serving will be fine. Now please would you please be so kind as to showing me my schedule, that way I can walk around this dump, and figure out the best way to go from place to place, given there will be plenty of people around, and if it would be possible I' like to meet my professors, well those that decided to come, to know what you put me in, and if I don't like them I will come back and demand a change in schedule. Shall I give you my mother and father's cell numbers now or after my self-guided tour?" Tassi was making her way to the door.
"Well why would I need them now?" "Well my last school had their numbers on speed dial before I even came to school on the first day. My elementary school warned them, and I know you'll warn the high school." "You must be one of those spoiled rotten, I get whatever I want, only children." "Nah lady, I work, I get paid, that's my allowance, I have five sisters and one brother, I am the fourth oldest and the third youngest. My little sister is deathly ill, which is why we moved here, so she can see the specialized doctor in D.C. My little sister and little brother are twins. Ora and Dallie, the two oldest are at Laurel, while Frae, the one closest to me, is at Roosevelt. I am here at this crappy school, when I'd rather skip the whole grade and be at Laurel, where I know I belong. Of course, with my rep, I won't have any trouble here, I easily make friends, well that is unless I beat them up first, and if you want to take more notes on me, which I know you're doing, my birthday is Christmas, and Tassia, means born on Christmas, all of our names mean something special, and everyone in Tree Hill knew knows whatever, that. They know that because we are Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott's children. The two people who have been together since high school, and are still together, against the odds, and all the sayings, a high school romance stays in high school, this one obviously didn't, Ora's almost 16, so they've been together for about over 16 years. Think about that. Audios." Tassi picked up the paper and left. It was a big school, she could have a blast, roaming the halls.
Brooke was having a great time trying to register Ricky and Dezzy for school. It was simple, easier then their old school. She was done in little time, and got to meet their teachers. Sadly, the school had issues about putting twins in the same class. Brooke walked down the fourth grade hall with Ricky and Dezzy to meet their teachers. Room 12 and 13. Obviously room 12 came first, Dezzy's room. There was a young woman in there, with a couple other people, they didn't look to be teacher's, but definitely to old to be elementary school students, maybe middle, or high. Brooke knocked on the door frame. The woman looked up, the other people continued to work, as if they were trained that way. "Hi, I'm Ms. Davis, and this is Dezzy and Ricky, Dezzy will be in your class this year, and I thought I'd come and meet you," Brooke said walking into the room, still not a distraction for the "students" helping. "Welcome, welcome, I'm Ms. Foster, and this is fourth grade. Which one's Dezzy?" Ms. Foster said looking between Ricky and Dezzy.
"This one," Brooke said, lightly toughing Dezzy's shoulder, "she's rather intelligent if I may say so, considering." "Considering what?" Mr. Foster loved getting the lowdown on all of her students before they were actually in her class. Any embarrassing events or sad or joyous, and any siblings, that was a big. If she had them, or would get them, she had to know.
"Considering her well our past, and current situation." "You mean like, your underclass, well that doesn't bother us here, some of our students don't even have a home to go home to." "No, of course not, but maybe we should make it a point to talk alone, before school starts, possibly." "I don't know my schedule's kind of booked, but I'll call you, the main office has your number, yes, if I get an opening." "Yes, okay, fine, bye," Brooke said leaving, that woman was just, well you can't really describe that type of person. They walked the hall to the next classroom, a man was in there hanging a welcome banner above the door.
"Hello?" Brooke asked, afraid to walk in, and have the banner fall on her head.
"Oh, hey, I'm Mr. Peters, do come in, sorry about the mess I'm new here." "Well we're new here too, this is Ricky, he's going to be in your class come fall, and well the nice woman in the office said to go check out the teachers, so here I am." "Well, welcome, and Ricky looks like a fine young fellow, can't wait till fall, and who's the lovely lady?" "That is Dezzy, she's going to be in Ms. Foster's class," Brooke said.
"Well hello Dezzy, pleasure to meet you," he said.
"We should be going though, I have to pick up my other children from other various schools where they're registering, Laurel, Roosevelt, King…" Brooke said leaving.
Ora was roaming the school, get the feel of it, know where places were, 100s were downstairs, 200s upstairs, 300s "portables" or "Temps" or even "learning cottages" and sometimes referred to as "the trailer park," there were about 23 of them, the 400s were in the old annex and the 500s in the new annex and "chop shop." She looked down from the rear parking lot to see the potholed football field, also used for soccer, after football season, during football season they used the lower baseball field, specifically the outfield, even though it was about five feet to short. The upper baseball field was primarily for softball, the tennis courts were run down and tired, haven't been used, or repaired for at least a hundred years. The track ran around the field, not as large as the one at Tree Hill high, that's for sure. She walked around the school, not knowing it's history, not even knowing who they were, Tree Hill, they were the ravens, blue, black and white, what were Laurel's colors? She didn't know. Hurricane Hall, no clue, Tornado Alley, not a chance, the Tunnel, the what? She walked to the front, to the circle, not that she knew that's what is was named, and saw an old faded sign, made of marble, it faintly read, "Welcome to Laurel High, Home of the Spartans, Gift from class of 2002". So they were the Spartans, and could barley make out some blue and yellow of the logo, LHS was the Spartan head, with Spartans written on top, very "creative." She also had no clue who their top rival was, (FYI the Bowie Bulldogs). She saw Broke drive up, and waved her down. They had given her so many numbers today, her brain buzzed.
"Hey Mom, how was um Bold Mill?" "Apparently its Bond Mill, who knew, so how was registration?" "Great, easy, Dallie's still in there, apparently it's not as easy for her," Ora said, climbing into the car.
"What happened?" "Oh, Dallie, being Dallie, decided it would be a good idea to sign up for study hall every class," Ora said, changing the radio. Eventually Dallie came out, she looked like she was on cloud nine.
"Hey ma, what's shakin," she said, she held a piece of paper in her hand, just as Ora had.
"Lemme see, lemme see," Ora begged, referring to her schedule in her hand. Dallie crumpled it into a ball and threw it to her. Ora barely caught it, and opened it.
"I swear, ole' school don't know nuthin, they had on my transcript I should enter eleventh grade, cause I have some hidden genius in me, and I need to take drama again this year to get my extra English credit, but well, I'm skipping sophomore year, ain't that great?" Dallie said, reclining in the backseat. Ora looked at her schedule and compared it with Dallie's.
"Dallie! You freakin copied my schedule, class for class, teacher for teacher, OMG," Ora said, throwing her schedule back at her.
Frae had an easy time, and loved Roosevelt, she took eight classes a day, and had an "A" day and a "B" day, total of 16 classes, she was taking two foreign languages, amongst many others, of a huge selection. She was really happy, when Brooke picked her up, with her schedule. When they got to Tassi, she was already waiting outside with a crumpled piece of paper.
"Its not final yet, I might not like the order or the teachers, so I'll have to see," she said climbing into the back.
"Okay, so, who's up for new school shopping?" Brooke said, looking especially at Ricky, who hated to shop, 'New shoes, new school supplies, new clothes." There were yeahs, and okays, but one moan. "Majority wins, sorry Ricky."