A/N: hey, thanks to everyone for the reviews, greatly appreciated. I don't know if anyone wants to make me a banner, if they do that would be awesome. If you could just send me a message, I know exactly what I want. So here's the next chapter…
Chapter 1:
Twenty-two year old Haley Davis sat quietly in the same booth she had been sitting at for the last 4 years. When she had moved from Tree Hill to New York, it was a huge culture shock, but thankfully she had found a quaint café that reminded her so much of Karen's. She stared down at the book she held, just days ago she had found her old photo album, but had thrown it aside not wanting to bring up bad memories. But today was the day, she had worked up the courage to go through the album, so she took a breath and opened it. A smile came to her face instantly when she saw a picture of Brooke, Peyton and herself when they were little all in matching pink outfits in their car seats. Turning the page she saw a picture of them at their first dance rehearsal, what a disaster that had been, she would never forget that day…
The dance was almost over, everyone just had to take one final turn and it would all be over, all of a sudden Brooke tripped and ended up falling onto Peyton who ended falling onto Haley. Haley being the perfectionist she was tried to get them all back up, but the whole dance was ruined. When it was all done Brooke came over to Haley and said…
RING RING!
Saved by the ringer she thought.
She knew reminiscing about her sisters was a bad idea, but she couldn't help but miss them she was only human.
RING RING!
"I'm coming, I'm coming" Haley said to her purse
"Hello, Haley Davis speaking" she answered
"Hello, this is Tree Hill memorial, I'm afraid I have some bad news, your parents Jimmy and Lydia Davis were killed tonight in a car accident, I'm sorry." The voice said with almost no emotion, she had obviously done this before
"Oh my. Okay, I'll be down there as soon as possible. Thank you" she replied snapping the phone shut
Haley couldn't take it anymore; she broke down crying right in the middle of the café. Sure she hadn't seen her parents in a long time, and most likely if they hadn't of left during those high school years she would probably still be talking to her sisters. But she loved them anyways. She dropped some money on the table enough to pay for her chai latte and ran out the door. She had to call them, they had to know…