"I've pretty much dated all the hot girls. Freshmen, seniors. Yeah, it's good times. Currently, I'm, uh,... dating Brooke Davis." My ears perked up as soon as I heard that. It hadn't been more than five seconds since I had entered the school.
I looked around to see who was make such unrealistic claims when I realised that it was playing on the screen. And it was Tim who was talking. I just stood there with my mouth agape.
What was going on? Why was there a stupid video of Tim playing on the school monitors?
Just then the screen cut to something else.
"Just getting along... is kinda new to us. It used to be so easy. But now, I don't know anymore. What are we doing? Where are we headed? Sometimes, I feel stuck and it's like everybody is choking the air out of me with their expectations of what I am supposed to do. And the stifling just makes me even more confused than I already am." Lucas said. I choked from the lack if air around me. And that's when it hit me. Somebody had released our time capsule.
That's when I come on the screen.
"In ten years, I'll probably be married to Lucas Scott. He'll be a big time author by then. But he'll always be my Lukie. At least that's what I hope. He still just might be resenting me for killing his baby and running away. Yup, that happened. I'm a murderer!" I chuckled sarcastically on the tape. "Anyway, so if you're watching this in twenty fifty- five, you're probably space aliens, which means you probably cant have kids as you just might be genetic mutations or something. Lucky for you guys, at least you won't kill your kid and get your heart stomped on my your boyfriend as he plays house with a fake blonde on the same day. What am I saying, aliens don't have hearts. There's no risk or complication. You just robotically do your job. That is a good thing because my heart still hurts so bad. And it is so confusing that it makes me wonder sometimes whether I'm turning into a robot myself. That's retro cliche drama for you regular futuristic kids. Hope you enjoy the fakeness of what we call High School where everybody is artificial and everyone is judged on how plastic they can get. And you can either play the game or walk out for good." I looked down as silver tears poured both on and off screen. Now, everybody knew. I just stood there completely helpless and humiliated with nobody to help me and definitely not Lucas after his previous confession. I just stared at him with list watery blues as I tried to find a tiny twig to save me from the strong currents.
"So, you wanna know what things were like fifty years ago? Well, the truth is... there's not a single person in this place worth remembering in fifty years. So don't believe any of the other crap you're hearing. Everyone at Tree Hill High is a liar. Like I'm sure Russla Hodney, you know, the All-American wrestler, who everybody thinks is this nice, respectable guy; I bet he forgot to mention the fact that he's the king of slipping girls the date-rape drug. Or, Miss Perfect, and famous cheerleader, Brooke Davis. Yeah, abortion. In fact, she went off for a year to deal with it. See, people here are fake. So they stick to their cliques to hide it. I mean, the stoners are medicated, the honour student are afraid and the jocks, well,...they're jocks, man. They'll peak at seventeen and their cheerleader girlfriends will be fat and lonely by twenty-one. Losers! Everyone here is a loser! And the truth is, everyday I have to come to this school,... is one less day I have to come back."
And that was the end for me. I felt like I was going to hurl. There was blow after blow on me. Was this what everybody thought of me? It made me sick to the stomach when I realised that I too felt the same way about myself.
"Attention students. Classes are cancelled for the day. Please exit the school in a timely and orderly fashion." Principle Turner's voice boomed through the microphone.
I didn't wait. I didn't look back. I just ran out of there as fast as my feet could carry me and jumped into my car to drive off home.
Every word on that tape felt like a special blow to my gut. They all had opinions about me. Even Tim and that other Jimmy guy whom I never knew.
However, what hurt the most was that Lucas personally joined the 'Trash Brooke Party' as the guest of honour.