My name is Brooke Penelope Davis, but you already know that, cause your my english teacher, (you knew that too). I don't really get this assignment. First we get a journal, which by definition is supposed to be private, then you tell us were gonna be graded on it. Why not just give the assignments regularly? Too difficult? You want to think outside the box or something? Whatever.
Okay so let's see you wanna know about me? I'm 16 years old. I don't have many friends, ever since I dropped out of cheerleading. I dropped out of cheerleading about 2 months after they picked me and my two ex- best friends, to be on the team.
I just didn't see the point, so I left. Haley James and Peyton Sawyer are still on the team. They don't talk either, but they still manage to get through the routines alright. The Tree Hill Raven Cheer Squad have never won any major awards, and they probably never will. It's just a feeling I've got.
Two years ago, I had five best friends (Haley James, Nathan Scott, Peyton Sawyer, Jake Jagelski, and Lucas Scott) now I have none. I have a few girls who will eat lunch with me. I date occasionally, but I just don't see the point. I just want to graduate and get out of this town.
Let's go back though and I'll tell you about my friends.
Peyton Sawyer- She's a tortured artist, you know the kind (hell you know the girl). After we all had our big blowout, she started hanging out with the druggies. I'm still clueless to if she does them or not. If she does she stll manages to stay clear for the cheer squads manditory drug tests so who knows. Peyton used to have blond hair curly hair, the kind you'd die for, but now its straight and she died it white with black streaks, and I resist the urge to call her skunk every time she walks by me. Whatever, she can have her little goth haircut, we aren't friends anymore.
Haley James- Still the sweetest girl you'll ever meet. Still a tutor. Still my Tutor Girl. Except she's not. We haven't talked since our argument when I let slip that I thought she was in love with Nathan. From what I can tell she spends most of her time with the other tutors.
Jake Jagelski- Jake was one of the best people to be around. If you were sad, he always knew just how to cheer you up. He was never without a quip or a wise crack. Now he's with a senior girl, I guess they're in love. No ones said otherwise. But he just looks so sad. Once I said hi to him and he managed to give me a big grin that I knew at once was fake.Then Nikki, I think her name is, yelled at him to get her books and we didn't really get to talk. Not that we would have really had a meaningful conversation and fixed everything, but it might have been nice.
Nathan Scott- Out of everyone in our group I couldn't cut Nathan out completely. His parents and my parents are like best friends so I still saw Nathan from time to time at functions. But I found my own way to school each morning. I never talked to him in the halls, and he became an ass. Far to into his game. He got a new best friend, a pervy little kid, Tim Smith. Nathan and Tim were like the rulers of the school. Maybe it was just his fate to turn into his father or maybe losing each other made us all resort to something that we weren't.
Lucas Scott- Or should I just call him Les. That's what he has everyone call him anyway. Cause his initials are L.E.S. After we all stopped talking, Lucas stopped responding to Lucas, instead making everyone (including you, I'm sure) call him Les. I don't really know why. Maybe he needed a change. To be a diffrent person from the one I had known. Anyway he had stayed on the basketball team with Nathan and Jake, and although they didn't talk, they also still managed to play and win at their sport. He's now the kinda guy who will win the game then exit the gym with a diffrent girl every game. Like I said maybe he just neeeded a change.
I know I did. After I stopped talking to them I began to let my writing consume me. I stopped focusing on guys, and hair, and make-up. None of it was important anymore. So I wrote. I even managed to get some short stories published in a magazine.
I guess we all did our own little personal make overs on ourselves. I'd like to think I'm a better person for it. Even if I am practically friendless, you know what they say at least I've got my health.
Well I hope that was enough about me. If its not sorry, can't do anything about that.

Brooke was in the library on her free period when she finished her assignment. She looked up and saw a pair of blue eyes staring at her from across the room. Those eyes belonged to Lucas Scott a.k.a. Les.
"Oh hi, Luke." she said startled. She didn't usually say anything to him, but she was taken aback so she just said hi.
"It's Les." he said.
"It used to be Luke, and Scarecrow, and Broody Boy." she said.
"Yeah well it's not anymore."
"Why are you such an ass now?" she asked.
"You walked away, Brooke, we were in Peyton's room and you said you wanted to leave it all there. So we are. I haven't been pining for the six of us to all somehow become friends again. Things changed I'm happy how it is." He looked at her blank stare, "What?"
She shook her head, "I have a Fight Club rule about that incident."
"Still with that refrence huh?" He asked, "How many times have you seen that movie by now? I know that the one time you watched it with me, Jake, and Nate the weekend before freshman year you said you'd watch it a million times. What's the count up to now?"
Brooke paused, "One." she then walked away.
"Brooke! Wait!"
"Oh haven't you heard it's not Brooke anymore?" Brooke asked turning around, "When you drop out of a cheer squad an hour before a big competition, you no longer get to keep your name."
Someone bumped into her as she was walking backwards still talking to Lucas, the person glared at her and said, "Watch it Bitch."
Brooke nodded at Lucas, "See?"

Les sighed to himself. He never did figure out what happened a year and a half ago. They were at the sparkle classic, all six of them, but they weren't talking at the time. It was an hour and a half before the cheerleaders competiton, when he first spotted her. He didn't go over to her, he didn't even want to. But he did want to watch her. She was sitting on the bleachers, and at first he thought she was laughing, but... as he watched her more carefully, he realized she was crying. Sobbing actually. He turned his head for a second, then he turned back and she was gone. Really gone. She had left the Classic.
As he walked down the hallway still trying to figure out what could have happened to her, he bumped into his old best friend, Haley James.
"Sorry." he mumbled then looked down and noticed he'd knocked Haley's books down, he reached down to pick them up, "Here, my bad."
"It's no big deal." she mumbled, and continued down towards the tutoring center.

Haley James had to admit, she feared change. When she and her best friends stopped speaking, she had no idea what to do with herself. So she acted like nothing had changed. She started tutoring more and more, until it became her life. Everyone knew her as Tutor Girl, and she liked being called that again, because thats what Brooke used to call her, and that meant that nothing had changed. She stayed on the cheer squad so she wouldn't change anything. She was Haley James, who didn't like change... so she refused to change anything.

Nathan looked around as he entered the school, he glanced at his watch, in ten seconds the bell would ring signaling the end of fifth period. He would be able to meld right into the mess of students and no one would notice that he wasn't in his first five classes. If they did he would get his dad to sign a note saying he was practicing for tomorrows big game. Ever since the fallout in ninth grade his father did everything Nathan asked concerning late notes and absent letters. Dan Scott never liked the idea of his two sons being friends. Infact he never liked any of the five kids Nathan used to have as friends. As he tried to slip into the crowd unoticed his coach Whitey, spotted him and grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Mr. Scott." Whitey said, "Thanks for joining us today."
"Coach, hey, Listen I was just... um." Nathan started.
"Save your excuses, follow me." Whitey said follow but he dragged him all the way to the doors of the tutoring center, "You a tutor?" he asked a random girl sitting at the closest table.
"um...yeah." Nathan still hadn't looked up, but he knew the voice, he'd recognize it anywere.
"Heres your new pupil." Whitey said pushing Nathan into the chair across from Haley.
As Whitey left the room, all Nathan and Haley could do was stare at one another.

It was no secret that Peyton Sawyer loved to draw. She was just gifted. Jake Jagelski on the other hand had no idea how to even approach the idea of drawing, but for some reason, even after almost two years of not being friends, the two of them still shared an art class. They never spoke, unless absolutly necessary.
When Peyton changed her hair, the whole school mocked her, but she really didn't care, none of the people that mocked her mattered. The day after she did it, Jake walked up to her in art class and said, "I liked your curls better."
She looked at his retreating form, "Yeah well Curly Q is gone." she said.
Without turning around Jake nodded his head, "Well I hope the new Peyton's happy."
"She's not." Peyton had said low so only she, herself, could hear it.

Okay please review. Tell me if you like the new direction.
-Em