Irgendjemand sagte einmal: “Es sind die guten Mädchen die Tagebücher schreiben, die bösen haben niemals Zeit dafür!”
Ich? Ich möchte mein Leben so leben, das ich mich immer daran erinnern kann, egal ob aufgeschrieben oder nicht.
Tree Hill "is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you mightsee someone like you, or someone like you. Someone trying to find their way.Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to findtheir self.Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to help us hear the music in their world,to remindus that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you"
Today was the day; Brooke would be married to Lucas Scott, the love of her life and daddy to their twins. Brooke was so nervous,but more excited. She had planned this wedding ever since she was eight year old. She designed and made her wedding dress. Peyton curled Brooke’s hair and fixed the bridal veil on to her head. Brooke fixed her makeup it has smudged thanks to happy tears. Brooke looked in the mirror. “It is time, Mrs.Lucas Scott.” She giggled at herself, Brooke couldn’t be happier.
The guest started to arrive and take their seats.
Brooke was doing last minute things before her walk down the aisle.