First of all thank-you for all of the great reviews. I appreciate them all. I'd like to quickly thank my best friend Lindsay for helping me write out this chapter, and for acting as my Lilly so I could think of dialogue. Love you and thank-you Linds!

"How much do you wish you had a pink convertible when you were little?" October cracked up as she sat crammed into the drivers seat.

"It would have been like heaven for me!" Lilly laughed

"I got a jeep!" Isabella said loudly, "With a radio."

"I had a wagon," October laughed.

"I had one of those red and yellow plastic car things" Lilly said jealously. "It was Lucas's. Mom found it in storage somewhere"

"I bet the back seat in that thing was pretty small, must've been hard to deal with" October laughed.

"My jeep has two seats in the back!" Isabella smiled, not understanding what October was talking about.

"Just enough room for some of your dolls!" Lilly said trying to be enthusiastic, glaring at October for her comment before giggling

"I just drive my friends around, I tried the doll thing once, I ended up running over that flimsy thing and it really ticked me off," Isabella spat.

"Oh no!" Lilly laughed

"Must've been horribly traumatic," October sighed, "Like my butt getting stuck, help me Lilly, this hurts now."

"Not your dream car" Lilly asked as she pulled October out of the pink convertible.

"Not so much," October said rubbing her butt.

"Yeah. The pink doesn't suit you" Lilly said

"Hey, I like pink, but I'd rather have it in black," October laughed, "Then Isabella and I could race."

"Hah, let's take a moment to picture that secnario," Lilly laughed.

"It'd be pretty awesome, I'd have my sunglasses on, just ripping down the pavement at the park," October sighed.

"Some rockin song blastin" Lilly said staring off into space

"Heck yes," October laughed, "ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?"

"You're strange," Isabella giggled.

"So, how are you liking Tree Hill so far?" Lilly asked.

"I don't know," October replied.

"Enough drama for you?" Lilly asked

"Yeah, definately," October smiled, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Go ahead." Lilly said curiously.

"What would you do in my situation? I mean, I know I should be freaking out right now but I don't know how to handle all of this. If you suddenly met you dad that you haven't known at all for your whole life, how would you act?" October asked.

"Well. I never even knew my dad," Lilly said sadly "Lucas' dad murdered him before I was born. Our family is screwed up."

"Oh. I'm sorry" October said apologetically, slightly afraid of the murder revelation. Her grandfather was a murderer .

"In your situation, I really don't know what I would do." Lilly said "I know I would have mixed feels about it. I guess just talk to him about it. Just open up about my feelings on the whole situation."

"You sound like my mother," October sighed, "But..what do I say? Hi dad, why didn't you try to ever talk to me, you knew I happened, oh right your fiancé told you I was dead. Hmm, right, well why didn't you try to find my mom. Did you not care at all? I can't say that to him."

"What about writing him a letter?" Lilly suggested.

"Hmm, we do have to write an essay for English class on something that means something to us," October contemplated.

"That's the perfect opportunity" Lilly said.

"So, I think we are done checking out the cars, where too now Isabella?" October asked changing the subject.

"He's a good guy October, he screwed up big time by not trying to find your mom, but he is a good guy," Lilly said softly.

October nodded slowly in return before, turning around and following Isabella outside the toy store.

"Formal is coming up, do you have a dress?" Lilly asked.

October's face fell, "I don't even have a dreh. I didn't know there even was a formal!"

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A few hours later, October sat alone in her room, pushing everything off her crowded desk. She had begun unpacking and there was random items everywhere. She grabbed her binder and flipping to the first blank sheet of paper.

Something that means something to me

By October Scott

If I were to write about everything that meant something to me, you'd be reading a novel full of dull and endless drabbles of all the places I have traveled to, the random people I have met over the sixteen years of my existence and my favorite teddy bear. It's hard to depict one single thing in my life that truly means a lot to who I am. The thing that stands out the most is having the chance to have a real relationship with my father.

A lot sixteen year-old girls think of their fathers as ATM machines, a ride to the school dance and some think of their fathers as their hero, someone to look up to, and someone to rely on. I've never been able to experience any of these options. Until recently, I hadn't even known what my own father's name was. Then I moved far from home, to a town call Tree Hill, and suddenly I was hearing stories of how my mom left town when she found out she was pregnant with me, to stories from people gossiping around me that my dad had cheated on my mom in highschool with her best friend to accusations that I was a bastard just like him.

I don't know what hurts more. That my supposingly "good guy" father never tried to get to know me or that now he has the chance, I've had to make all of the leaps in order to speak with him. On some levels I want him to call me and just ask to hang out, to show he actually cares, but then I think back to how many years my mom spent away from him. I have to wonder why she left in the first place. Maybe he isn't such a good guy after all, and I should continue on without him like I have so far.

I usually am unable to share my feeling to those around me, I have some weird disease where I find it impossible to hurt another's feelings. I've kept all these thoughts and emotions so myself. They've always been there, but I haven't let anyone know about them.

I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to be gossiped about, I don't want to be a repeat of my father who's apparently a very unwanted child himself, I don't want to be the girl without a dad. I've spent too many god damned years being that person, and all I want now is the truth. I haven't asked for much, and I think I deserve it. All I am hoping for is that he can step up, and help me move on, otherwise I don't see the point on wasting my time hoping for something better.

"This is stupid," October said outloud.