A/N - Sorry it's been so long, I just started writing chapter six, totally forgetting about this one. It's not much, but it's just a little something to get you back into the story. I've got a lot of work on at the moment, but I'm hoping that I'll be inspired once again when I get back into watching season six in preparation for the new episode next week! Thanks to those who have reviewed so far, your views do give me some direction of where to go next and what to include more of, so please do review!

Chapter Five - Paper Dreams

After dinner, I drove home to find an envelope left on my desk. Checking the return address, I tore the envelope open folding out the single sheet of paper:"Dear Phoenix,

We are interested with your ideas and look forward to reading your submission in it's entirety. On receipt of your submission, we will ensure to get back to you within 28 days.

The itinerary of the internship that you have applied for is detailed overleaf."

I turned the page over and continued to read:

"Two days induction with the basement reporters.

Three days field reporting.

Four days shadowing a reporter in a discipline of your interest."

I skimmed through the rest of the list to get onto the final paragraph of the letter:

"Any work that you submit during this, will be copyrighted to the company. On the basis of any work submitted, and published an offer of further employment may be offered at the paper or possibly with another of our publications."

I squealed to myself, reading over the last line of the letter. Creeping out of my bedroom, I knocked gently on my mom's bedroom door, "Mom?" I whispered, not wanting to wake her.

"I'm awake honey, how come you were so late back?" She beckoned me into the room and I sat next to her,

"I went for a bite to eat with Sam, Brooke and Julian. I just read the letter…" I trailed off. Mom sat up and gestured for me to continue, "There's all this stuff I'm getting to do and then they said there might be jobs on the go. Can you imagine that mom, I could be a writer for a living." I beamed.

She smiled back at me, "And what about college?"

"Oh, I'll still apply don't worry momma. I mean, it'd be stupid not to. But I've got a while before I have to think about that. I'm gonna call it a night."

I hugged her and walked over to the door, "Don't be up writing all night honey. G'night."

Is who you are in high school who you will be for the rest of your lives? Does anyone even care who you were in high school? I suppose if you make it, like Lucas Scott and Brooke Davis to name but a few of Tree Hill High's most famous, then I guess who they were in high school does matter. Even more so now that their high school years are being translated from paper to the screen. Their fame may bring the fame of the actors chosen to play them in this movie, but will this sudden thrust of fame on Tree Hill lead everyone to feel highly inadequate? Or will this years senior class learn to dream too?