My Generation

Blakely's POV

You know my older sister, Sawyer Scott, but you don't know me, I'm Blakely Arabella Scott. My parents are Lucas and Payton Scott or as you know her, Peyton Sawyer, on which my older sister is named after. I'm a year younger then Sawyer and I'm adopted. They adopted me when I was five. Our parents have told us about their life in One Tree Hill. It sounds cool but I love my life now.

Traveling with Dad to his book signing since he's a successful Author. Hanging with Mom in her studio where some of the most famous Singers of all ages come and record their new albums. Spending time with my sister and our friends because at sixteen it's just way of life, beside the sister thing. We've mastered something to get our friends to think we're normal siblings, even though we aren't. To do so we have her act like she thinks she's better then me because she's a year older. Our life, our secrets, our lies we're perfect. At least until I over heard a call from Dads office.

"Hey Hails, what up?" Dad asked sitting in his office. After a while he said, "I was calling to let you know that Peyton and I have started packing small thing that the girls won't notice. Now all that's left is telling Sawyer and Blakely that we're moving back to One Tree Hill so we can start packing everything in the house. I know they won't be happy and I can't explain to them why we have to do this." Dad looked at the door. It was standing wide open and I was there with tears in my eyes. "Blakely, let me talk to you once I'm done talking to your Aunt."

"No!" I screamed.

"Blakely Scott!" Dad shouted.

"I don't want to move! I'll hate you forever! I'll get married and have a baby in high school just like Aunt Haley! I'll have a scare with my boyfriend about being pregnant just like you and Aunt Brooke! I'll be an emo and show off my body on the internet like Mom! I promise if you make us move, you'll be the worst parents ever and I'll hate you for the rest of your life just like you did with Grandpa Dan!" I shouted then I wiped my tears away and shot down the stairs into my private room that I locked and started painting. "I hate you!"

I wasn't painting, exactly. I was more throwing paint everywhere. I heard knocking on my door and I stopped and just sat there crying until I thought they left then I started throwing paint again.

"Blake, you in there?" Mom questioned softly.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted wrapping my arms around my legs with my head on my knee cap and tears streaming down my face.

"Come on. Let's just talk about this. Calm down and go apologize to your Father!" Mom said through the door.

"I don't want to!" I cried.

Then I lifted my head. I stood and ran over opening my door and walking past her and outside with paint.

"What're you doing?" Dad, Mom, and Sawyer asked simultaneously.

They know when I get into this mood I can do some bad stuff. My anger always gets me in trouble. According to my therapist it's my way of dealing since my birth parents acted out as well. The second I get mad, I lose any and all rational thinking.

"Get the paint out of her hands!" Mom shouted as I started to throw it onto the house, then I was tackled.

"What do you think your doing?" A male asked me.

I instantly started fighting him, only thinking about what happened to Sawyer.

"Get off me! Sawyer!" I shouted.

He had short black hair with light blue eyes and a tall, muscular frame. I could see him being in football, with the tackle, or a basketball player, due to the build, he would be a good point gaurd. I punched him in the nose as hard as I could and, being in sports, I'm quite strong. That's something I got from the Scott side of the family, even though I'm not blood related, I'm still family and the family plays basketball.

"Ow!" He shouted. "Damn. You look and act like your Dad!" He was now holding his nose. For that I punched him in the jaw. "I'm not even on you any more."

I guess it's true. Dad got into a lot of fist fights with his brother, Nathan Scott. I was like Dad in that sense. But I looked like him too. I had the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes and smile. No one believed that I was adopted.

"Stop hitting your Uncle!" Dad shouted coming out of the house.

I hit the guy again just for fun.

"She has a good swing!" The man yelled.

"She's a basketball, softball, and soccer player. She's strong and in shape." Dad said.

"Who are you?" I asked raising my fist to swing for the fourth time.

"Nathan Scott. Your Uncle! Uncle Nate!" He said raising his hands up to block the hit.

"You conviced my parents to move back!" I shouted then I kicked him in the stomach.

"Blakely Arabella Scott, go to your room right now!" Mom shouted.

I stormed up stairs and slammed my door. That's when I got a text. I was expecting it to be my boyfriend but instead it was my best friend, JJ.

JJ- Girly, you sitting down?

Me- Yeah, I got into trouble and was sent into my room. What's up?

Then she sent me a picture. My hand flew up to my mouth and tears started rolling again. I ran out of my room, down the steps, outside and into my sisters arms. She instantly wrapped her arm's around me and squeezed. She's always prepared for protecting me, just like I am with her.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Jayden he's... He's cheating on me." I cried.

"How do you know?" A boy asked. I looked over and I would've been grinning when I saw my cousin's face but I was too busy crying from the turn of events. I grabbed my phone and showed it to him. "Where dose he live?"

"Around the block." I answered.

He got up from the ground. Put me in the car next to him and started it.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Nathan asked standing up.

"I'm going to punch the hell out of this guy's face for making out with anyone other than my cousin." He answered.

"No!" Nathan shouted.

He started to run towards us, but Jamie hit the gas pedal and sped towards my soon to be ex-boyfriends house.

"You know Dad and Uncle Nathan are going to kill you right?" I asked.

"Yeah." Jamie smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.