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Chapter 2

It's quiet in the taxi ride. My suitcase is in the boot of my car, which the taxi driver, kindly put in. I look out the window and sigh. It's my sixteenth birthday and my adoptive family have just kicked me out because I want to go see my birth mother, doesn't seem that fair if you ask me. But I guess you weren't asking.

"Miss," I lift my head to look at the taxi driver who just spoke as he continues, "Why are you off to the airport? I know that's none of my business but you seem very upset."

I sigh, thinking that maybe this stranger will be someone to dump all my problems on, maybe he'll understand. "I'm going to see my birth mother, in Tree Hill."

"Tree Hill you say… I used to live there once! Nice place it was, quiet. Everyone knows everyone sort of town, nothing like sunny Cali!"

"Yeah, maybe that's a good thing sir."

"Oh please don't call me sir, it's Keith."

"Well Keith, I'm Megan. Megan… well actually I don't really have a last name, my adoptive parents kicked me out."

"Oh honey, everything will be okay." He looks up at the rear-view mirror and gives me a heart-warming smile. This man is sweet, different than other people. "Now, tell me more about this birth mother of yours."

"O-oh well," I start to shift uncomfortably, picking at the hem of my vest and look to see Keith's face turn to face me as we are on a red light. "I don't really know anything about her, not even her name. She gave me this letter and it has a picture of her friend in it that knows everything about me. Here," I give Keith the picture of Haley and see his eyes grow wide. Maybe he had seen her before, I mean he did say that he used to live in Tree Hill and that everyone knows everyone.

"Haley James…"

"It's Haley James-Scott actually, why… do you know her Keith?"

"Y-yeah I sure do Megan, back when she was younger; she was best friends with my nephew. God I haven't seen that girl in ages, I wonder how she's doing." Keith stopped talking for a moment, as the light turned back to green and he carried on driving. He gave me back the picture, which I put back in the envelope and into my pocket.

"Well, her address is on the back, so I'm going to see her. My mom said that if I go, Haley will tell me everything."

"Yeah, that Haley is a sweet girl, always doing things to help her friends… Okay, we're here. Enjoy your flight Megan." Keith parked up right by the entrance of the airport and I breathed nervously. I've been to this airport before, numerous of times, but now it feels different because I'm going in there for a purpose.

Keith got out of the car and gave me my suitcase, telling me that the ride was free just as long as I find my mother and make Haley call him. I told him that I couldn't if I didn't know his last name, and he chuckled in agreement saying "Keith Scott." I nodded and wheeled my suitcase along, giving Keith a small wave before entering the airport.

It's busy in here. My birthday is right at the end of summer break, so it's when everyone goes on holiday or just comes back from one. I look around for the place where I can buy tickets, seeing billboards of organisations all over the walls. I didn't realise until now that advertising in an airport is actually a really clever idea. I laugh when I see 'Clothes over Bros.' Amy loves that store and always drags me inside whenever I take her out to the mall. I must admit, the clothes are pretty great; I always buy one or two things from there.

I finally find the place to buy my ticket and wait in line. It didn't take that long until I was at the front, paying for my ticket for Tree Hill, which I made non-returnable. There is no place for me now here in California so I might as well stay in Tree Hill. "Your flight leaves in twenty minutes at gate 47, enjoy your flight."

"Thanks," I mutter at the cheerful woman and start to make my way to the gate. People usually are on the plane by now and I might as well make myself get comfortable before some random stranger sits next to me and decides to take a nap, only to result in their head on my shoulder.

Put my suitcase in the place where they are meant to be put in, I don't really pay attention to the names; I just do what I'm meant to do. I show the person my passport and they look me up and down just to make sure. Then they nod, hand it me back and let me go into the plane.

-x-

I'm up in the air and all I can think about is what I'm going to find. I'm going to find my family, my real family. What if they don't like me? What if they forgot about me? What if they have their own lives now, and me just coming into the mix is going to disrupt that?

The flight is about two hours so I decide to pull out my notepad that I put in my pocket, and write. I like writing. It takes me away from all my own dramas and lets me put myself into the body of someone else. I start to write about a girl who is homeless and is finding her place in life when I start to realise that I'm writing about myself, just with the added fact that I'm homeless. I shut the notepad and shove it back in my pocket as I hear the ring of the plane to tell us that we are about to land.

I buckle my belt back up as the plane descends through the air. I look out the window and see the green fields and the small houses from above. The plane wheels hit the concrete making the plane lurch forwards a little. "Welcome to Tree Hill, I hope you enjoyed your flight, have a nice stay." The man on the intercom projects throughout the whole plane as I undone my belt and get up.

I grab my suitcase and wheeled it behind me. The airport is small, different than sunny Cali's, I like it. I walk through the doors and take in the surroundings. It much cleaner, the air is cleaner, and there is definitely less people. I gather that Tree Hill is a small town, by the looks of people's faces when they see me looking around. I obviously stand out. Being in California for the past sixteen years, my skin is really tanned compared to everyone else.

I'm in a taxi now, only this driver is nothing like Keith. He's quite rude actually. I told him where to go to and he just grunted in response. When we stopped at a red light he would turn to face me and give me a glare which I found was slightly inappropriate but I didn't say anything.

"That's 5 dollars please," the driver said. I just gave him a wad of cash and grabbed my suitcase from the boot of the car and look at the house that is in front of me. It's huge, smaller than mine in California, but huge. I anxiously walk up the pathway, gripping my suitcase tightly, and softly knock on the brown front door.

I hear a woman calling and I just wait patiently. My palms are sweating, yes it's warm, but I'm really nervous. I'm about to meet my mother's friend for the very first time. I breathe calmly as the door opens to reveal a teenage boy.

He's pretty cute. He looks about the same age as me, only taller and a little more muscular. He has dark blonde, spikey hair and blue eyes. He looks at me questionably and asks, "Hello, can I help you?"

"U-uh yeah actually, does Haley James-Scott live here?" The boy chuckles and calls for his mom. His mother is Haley James-Scott, oh now I feel really stupid. I hear Haley coming and the boy just looks at me and smiles before walking off back outside. I wait for Haley who I can see out of the corner of my eye.

Then, there she is, standing in the doorway looking at me confused. "Hey yeah this is Haley, do I know you?" Great, she doesn't recognise me. I mean, not like I expect her to, she probably only saw me when I was a tiny baby in my mother's arms.

"Y-yeah you do actually." She looks at me confused again as I just stare at her. She looks just the same in the picture, other than she is more mature and her hair is now shorter and curled. I pull out the envelope in my pocket and give it to her. She eyes me cautiously as she opens the envelope and reads the note.

I watch as her eyes grow wide as she reads the letter. Now she recognises me. She gives me back the envelope and pulls me into a hug tightly. I'm shocked at first, but then I hug her back. For some reason, her embrace seems familiar, like she has hugged me before. "Oh my God, it's you! It's really you!" Haley says as she pulls away from her hug and grips me of the shoulders. She is slightly taller than me, but that's only because she is wearing heels.

"H-hey Haley," is the only thing that I can say as she hugs me again.

"She told me that you'd come, but I wasn't entirely convinced!" Is she talking about my mother? She must be. I open my eyes to see Haley's son staring at me. It's an uncomfortable stare to say the least. His eyes graze over me, as if he recognises me but then he just shakes his head in dismissiveness.

"Come in! God, you must be exhausted! Can I get you anything, a drink, some food?" I laugh quietly at the affection displayed by her. It feels good to know that someone who has only just met me wants to take care of me so badly.

"A glass of water would be nice," I say as she nods her head and gets a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen and pours water into it. She hands me the glass as she motions me to sit on the couch in the living room.

"James Lucas Scott, will you get this girl's suitcase please?" I laugh again as I hear a grunt from the boy, clearly embarrassed at the use of his full name. He looks at me again as he grabs the pink suitcase and puts it in the hallway. I turn my attention back to Haley who is staring at me in wonderment. It does make me feel slightly uncomfortable, but I feel that it's best not to say anything been as though this woman has been nothing but nice so far. "So, that grumpy teenage boy over there is my son."

I nod my head as she points to her husband who is outside with their daughter. He's tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. I recognise him though. He's Nathan Scott, the basketball player; only in Tree Hill… Their daughter Lydia is cute. She's about ten I'd say, and looks nearly the same as Amy, just with darker hair and kind of blue eyes. "You have a beautiful family," I say looking at the smile that spreads across her face.

"I know that there is a reason why you came here Megan. Yes I do remember your name!" She says gleefully, proud at the fact that she was the reason that my name was Megan. I like it. It's different that most people names, not that Megan is uncommon though.

"So, let's talk about your mother. Her name is Brooke Davis."