I decided to write another story even though I have no time to write it…Someone suggested to me making Kelly Clarkson every chapter title so I thought it would be fun to do every song on Breakaway, in order, as chapter titles. Let's see if it works…

Chapter 1: Breakaway

Trying not to reach out

But when I'd try to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I pray (I would pray)

I could breakaway

Brooke turned the volume of up in her car stereo. She wanted to drown out any sort of emotion left in her body. She literally felt numb. She couldn't believe this had happened to her. You hear stories and you always feel bad, but when it actually happens to you, there are no condolences that will help you through.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

That is exactly what she was doing. Breaking Away. Away from her family, her friends, and especially him. Obviously leaving is never the best solution, but Brooke couldn't handle being there anymore. So she grabbed all of her stuff threw it in the car and took off. She just kept driving not exactly sure where she was going, but not really caring either. For the first time in her life, she felt free. And it was honestly the most alive she felt in a long time.

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Brooke was starting to get antsy. She had been driving forever and really had to go to the bathroom. Next sign she saw she was going to get off, because this was getting ridiculous. She saw an upcoming sign: Welcome to Brooklyn. You Name It…We Got It. Well, she had no idea what it was she was looking for but maybe she could find the answer here. After finding a spot and getting out for her pit stop, Brooke really didn't know where to go. She didn't really carry much money around, because he always paid for everything. It annoyed her that just thinking about him made her want to stop traffic and burst into tears. Trying to block he-who-must-not-be-named from her thoughts, she started walking around admiring little things that were not in the little North Carolina town she grew up in. She was also intimidated by the people. Everyone seemed so confident and in a rush. She was trying to take her time and enjoy her surroundings and almost got trampled. She turned to the left and something orange hit her with such force she fell to the ground. Great this was not how her independence was supposed to get started. If she landed herself in the emergency room her first day she would have to call her parents to help her pay. And that would be admitting defeat, which is something Brooke Davis wasn't a fan of.

"I am so sorry. Are you alright?" Brooke glanced up to a mop of blond hair and blue eyes holding a basketball. Under any other circumstance, she might have blushed if some guy who looked like that came over and started talking to her. But really she couldn't feel a thing. Even the tumble to the ground didn't hurt that much.

"I'm fine," She tried getting up but failed. The guy reached his hand out to offer her some support. She gladly took the help and got up.

"That looks pretty bad,"

"Excuse me," Brooke said offended. What the hell was this guy talking about?

"Your cut," he explained. She glanced down and noticed for the fist time her leg was bleeding.

"That is just peachy," God, it seemed nothing could go her way anymore. It was just one bad thing after another.

"My apartment is right around here. I could help you get that cleaned up." The guy offered and he did seem pretty genuine. Not to mention drop dead gorgeous but that wasn't the point. She considered her options. She didn't even know this guy's name let alone anything else about him. She was in a place where she knew no one and had no place to go. The old her would have never gone with him. And with that in mind, she smiled at him one of her famous dimpled grins.

"I'd love to,"

Fly away, breakaway

The chapters will get longer, I promise. Please Review! Next chapter: Since U Been Gone.