The flight had been long and pretty uneventful. Besides some old guy hitting on me, it had been boring. As soon as I got out, I caught a cab to take me to my previous home. On entering the town of Tree Hill, I made sure that large glasses covered my eyes. I didn't want to be recognised, at least not yet. A few days without being noticed would help me... maybe a few years, but that wasn't a choice given to me. I wasn't ready to meet people and answer questions. It felt funny, the people with whom I hung out everyday were the people I was most skeptical about seeing.
Once the cabbie dropped me off at my address, I stood there staring at the large structure in front of me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't feel like being here in this town, let alone go in to the place that held so many memories I had decided to put behind me. And now there I was.
Rolling my eyes and cooling myself down, I headed towards the door and entered in. The house looked exactly the same as I left it a year ago.
Lugging my bag upstairs to my room, I saw that nothing had changed inside either. The walls and things still showed the tom boy I had always been, having two boys as best friends. My walls were shades of purple as the things inside matched blues and blacks. It almost matched Clay's room. My closet still held all my old jeans and sweatshirts which no longer felt like my thing.
"Room Makeover." I said to myself as I silently grinned over the fact that I had something to do today.
It was still afternoon and I wasn't tired. I went to my garage and picked up some old cartons I could use to fill the stuff I didn't want anymore in. I started by tearing down all the posters I had on my walls and made my way to the side table beside my bed. Honestly, all the things that came out of it was mostly junk.
My desk had books from last year, the semester I left mid-way. I didn't really see how that was going to help. Dropping all of those materials in the recycling box, I moved up to my closet. Yeah, there really wasn't much I planned to keep. Besides keeping a few jeans and shorts, I emptied most of my wardrobe in the donation box. The black loose band t-shirts made my nose shrivel as I recollected how I used to spend days in them. Yeah, I was a complete minimalist of what I am now. Just then I came across the sweatshirt. The one that mattered most to me. I felt its fabric as I let it's smell engulf me. The hoodie still had a calming effect on me and that is what scared me the most. I tried. I really tried, but I still couldn't part with it. Carefully putting it back in place, I walked out to see what all had been done. My room seemed bare now. All it had was it's standard furniture and the rest of its contents in the centre of the room. However, there was one thing that still hadn't been moved by me. And those were the pictures that covered almost every inch of my wall and mirror. Some other scrapbooks, pictures and yearbooks were too hard to part with as well. And finally, those two boxes. I picked them up to open them, however, I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was just too hard. It almost felt like spiders in my hand and I was quick enough to place them back in their hiding spot.
Wiping my face, I quickly boxed the things I had planned to give away and put it out in the garage.
It was late evening by then and I was really hungry.
"Pizza?" I thought to myself, before realising that the pizza guy might recognise me. I couldn't even cook anything for myself as there was nothing at home.
I needed to distract myself. So I picked up my old laptop and started searching for home decor.
Before I knew it, I had picked out the colours and themes. I had decided to completely change the layout of the room and had even ordered some cool stuff online for a speed delivery. It was a fresh start and I needed it. I had changed, and I was in no way even interested in going going back to be the old Brooke.
Tomorrow was the day I was going to say bye-bye to the old Brooke Davis and welcome the new one. It was time and somehow, I was looking forward to it.