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Post by BooBoo on Jun 15, 2007 18:34:54 GMT -5
Here is my FanFic...its my first one.... Please read and comment. i like all types of comment.. even if it criticizes my work. It only makes me better! Thanks Guys!
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Post by BooBoo on Jun 15, 2007 18:36:08 GMT -5
Author’s Note: I do not own One Tree Hill or its character; if I did I would be the happiest person on this planet guaranteed, but I do own this fan fiction. This is a Lucas and Peyton *Leyton* fanfic, I am a fan of their relationship, and I thought that their relationship best fit the story lines... Enjoy!!!
Chapter 1: It’s been a week since Keith Scott was shot in Tree Hill High’s school shooting. Tree Hill and Tree Hill High still haven’t recovered, not fully anyways. Some members of the Tree Hill Community probably won’t ever completely recover from the death of Keith Scott; Lucas Scott being one of them. Lucas was very close with Keith, he thought of Keith as his dad and Keith was soon to be since he filed for adoption.
Back at the Cafe: Karen was sitting at the counter holding the phone when Haley walked in the door. “Heyy, Karen!” said Haley Karen just looked up and smiled at Haley. “Is something wrong?” questioned Haley “Not really, it’s just when I left the house this morning I thought Lucas was still in bed so I didn’t tell him I was leaving, but I’ve been trying to call all day and he’s hasn’t answered.” answered Karen. “Did you try his cell phone?” ask Haley “Yeah, but he’s not answering it either, I even called Peyton to see if they were together but she said he hadn’t seen him.” Stated Karen “If you want I can do over and see if he’s home or not.” Offered Haley “Sure, thanks Haley.” Karen said with a smile “No Problem, Karen.” Haley said as she walked out the door
Peyton’s House: Peyton had just checked the mail and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat when she noticed a white envelope that had been showed half way under the door. Peyton walked over and picked it up. The front of the envelope had her name printed on it in Lucas’ hand writing. She got her something to eat and went up stairs. She turned on her music and sat down on the bed and began opening the envelope…
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