One Tree Hill: Full Circle: The Final Copy.

The crisp air whipped its way along the riverbank as darkness fell upon the land. Despite the cold, Haley was determined not to be put off. She was there to put on the proud-mama act. Her eldest son Jamie was the team's star player. The years and years were all about to come to fruition. Yet everything was not quite as it seemed.

The morning had started out just as any other typical day in the life of the Scotts'.

"Jamie! How many times have I told you to get up," Haley shrieked through the door of her teenage son's room.

"It's quarter to eight, if you don't get up now, you'll be late for school, and you know the consequence of that," she continued as she walked away.

All that could be heard in reply was a loud, monotone groan as Jamie rolled out of bed.

Brushing his way out of his room, Jamie slumped down the stairs and into a seat at the breakfast-laden kitchen table.

"Well good-morning to you too," Haley spritely said as she joined Jamie at the table.

Filled with good food, Jamie was a much more agreeable person, although still somewhat rarely-spoken. He had always been a studious student through elementary school. This was of course testament to his mother's character and her intense dedication to the education of her son. However having grown up and started high school while becoming more involved with his sporting activities, Jamie had begun to mirror his father's exact character at the same age.

Having finished breakfast in silence, Jamie left for school saying "Well I'm off now, hope you have a good day and get some work done, love you mum."

"Love you too son, see you at the game tonight," Haley replied as she moved to the door watching her son walk down the road.

With the peace and quiet of the house to herself, she sat down at her piano to work on her latest song. It all seemed like a life time ago that at the age of her own son, Haley had been given the opportunity to have a career as a singer-songwriter, and now years later here she was back again writing songs for upcoming musicians.

Outside of her song-writing career, she had also found herself involved in book-editing and tutoring. They were all passions of her sixteen year-old-self. She had taken on the editing of books written by her good friend, and brother-in-law Lucas Scott. The two had grown up together as best friends bound by a shared love for literature. It was also this passion and understanding for literature that pushed Haley into tutoring of other students in English as a high schooler. It was through tutoring that Haley had met, gotten to know and fallen in love with her best friend's younger step-brother, Nathan.

It was while immersed in composing that the knock on the door came. Nothing could have prepared her for it, nothing at all.

Having run from the back study, Haley found herself out of breath. She stopped for the briefest of times to glance out the window, and noticed the unmistakeable car. Her legs weakened as she opened the door.

"Good morning Mrs James-Scott, I'm Constable David Fin, unfortunately I've come to inform you of an incident that occurred this morning."

"Ah I see," Haley murmured as her heart sunk and mind swirled off imagining all the possibilities.

"This morning on his way to school it appears Jamie was ambushed by a group from behind," the Constable said.

"Is he okay?" Haley stammered, attempting to choke back the tears that were beginning to well in her eyes.

"Well, that is somewhat the good news here, Haley. Jamie was lucky that there were witnesses nearby who rushed to his aid," Constable David continued.

"Yes, but is he actually okay? Where is he? Any Damage? Where's my baby?" Haley burst out getting more and more upset and desperate for answers with each question.

"Jamie is doing fine Haley, he was lucky the attack was interrupted otherwise he would be in a worse condition. He is at the local hospital and for any further information you will need to see the doctors there," Constable David calmly said.

"Thank you Constable," Haley replied in a calmer more relieved tone.

"If you would like, I can drive you to the hospital now. We would like to speak with him and discuss whether or not to press charges," Constable David offered with a genuinely concerned tone.

"That would be great thanks actually, and dependent on what Jamie says, I think charges will be laid," Haley accepted the lift with an appreciative tone.

Surprisingly unscathed, Jamie emerged from the hospital covered with numerous bruises around his body and surface scratches, but no broken bones or ribs. He was relieved to be able to take to the basketball court that night. The opportunity to play the biggest game of his life was too much to pass up, especially since it had so much depending on it.

Phoebe's FanFic - [Completed Draft!!!]

  

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Time Traveler's Wife, have you ever read or watched it? - Yes, I have.

Actually I cried a lot at the end of the movie. lol

The Time Traveler's Wife is a 2009 film based on Audrey Niffenegger's 2003 novel of the same name. Directed by Robert Schwentke, the film stars Eric Bana as Henry DeTamble, a Chicago librarian with a genetic disorder that causes him to time travel randomly as he tries to build a romantic relationship with his love Clare, played by Rachel McAdams. (Wikipedia, 2011)

In this movie, there is a girl who is Henry and Clare's daughter, Alba.

I am going to show my own story, which is based on Alba. And also this story will be not much different with original story because it is based on original story.

I love you, Daddy!

My name is Alba.

I am a time-traveler like Henry, who was my dad.

It has been a long time since my dad died. 

At the Christmas when I was 5, he went to a time travel; but unfortunately he was gunned down by my grandfather during that travelling. Grandpa was hunting when dad arrived there, and he confused with a deer. Actually, I was there when he was shot - I've already known that when and how he would die - and I tried to stop his death, but I couldn't.

Even now, I often go to that time to prevent the death of dad. However, it cannot be changed; because it is his time, and his fate.

Anyway, I became 19 years old now - yes, I became a lady.

Mom and Dr.Kendrick say I should be supposed to stop time-travelling because it will cause something bad to me like dad's death, and it will occur many troubles in others' lives. They may be right and I know about it pretty much than they say, so I think there will be no happen. Everything will be okay.

I couldn’t see dad from I was 10. At that time, I was on a school trip on the zoo; and also I'd already known he would be there. How had I known? I'm a time-traveler; and so I can go to any place of any time to see what happens that time whenever I want to. That's how I had known it already.

Does it sound like a kidding? - No! It is a truth.

We - dad and I - are not able to go too far distant future. I tried to go to the future after 20 years, but I couldn't.

Although dad is not here anymore, I am fine because I can go to see him whenever I want to; but my mom seems not to be. She is still waiting for him.


Unlike dad, I can control my ability. Do you understand what does it mean? 
It means that I can choose the time and the place whenever and wherever I want to go.
My dad, Henry, had no choice of travel time and place. 

And you know? 

The most important thing, which is also unlike my dad, is that I can bring my clothes during I am on a time-travel!!! Henry said he couldn't bring his clothes, so he was always being naked during he was on a travel. I don't know why I can bring them - just I guess it is a kind of God's concern for the little girl! Even he taught me how to open locked doors to get clothes, but I don't need the skill.

Since I was younger - I'm still young -, I've often asked my friends or others "If you have an ability which can bring you in any time and place. Also you can pick up the specific time and place. How will you feel like? What do you think?" And always the answers are "It's unbelievable! How amazing it is? I will do anything if I can get that kind of ability. Also if I have that kind of ability ...." As you see, they desire the ability because, as my mum says, God creates all human beings without this kind of potential. Yes, I agree with her. Time-travel is a part of God's ability, not human's. Only God can control the time.  

And you know? The worst disadvantage of time-travelers is that they cannot change thier future; because, for example, I can see my only one and clear future when I am on time-travelling to the future. Most people who are non-timetraveler, during their lives, can change their future depending on how they persevere in their efforts. Someday who said to me this: No pain, no gain.

Actually, Dr. Kendrick says it is not ability or something; it is a disease. According to him, it is a kind of an error because of genetic disorder. He has been trying to find how to rearrage these genes since he met Henry. Finally, he found the treatment.

Yes, so...

Because of that reason, today will be my last time-travel day. After this travel, sad to say, I cannot see dad anymore. In fact, dad often disappeared without any expecting so that I couldn't spent much the real time with him when he was alive. It was so, but I have spent most of my time with watching dad behind via time-travel.

There will be no more valuable word than 'dad' in my rest life. Yes, it have to be, and should be.

It would be sufficient.

It is time to go. This is last time, and last chance to see him.

Good bye, daddy.

And please do not forget that I love you so much, dad.

I love you, daddy.

See you again someday if we can find each other.

I love you, daddy..

Based on the movie Scarface. Tony Montana doesn’t get shot at the end of Scarface. He ends up shooting all the gang and getting away with it. 20 years later he is a retired drug lord. However he becomes a little too relaxed about his drug taking; he gets caught using cocaine at a resort. He has to attend rehab as part of his rehabilitation, where he meets another interesting character. Charlie Sheen. 

They sit in a dull, grey room, on generic fold out chairs. Some of them looking around at each other, trying to catch some sort of unspoken connection.  Some of them look down, anxiously, shuffling their feet, and awkwardly repositioning their arms. 

“Tony why don't you introduce yourself to the group?”

Tony stands up. He’s short but he has that small man, big ego persona. Like a little bulldog bred for fighting.  

“This guy can’t be serious; he must be trying to fuck with me.  He thinks he is a somebody. I tell you he aint a nobody.” He spits with a thick Cuban accent. “ This is not how I, Tony Montana, is supposed  to be going down,  sitting around with a bunch of fucks in this shit hole. Who the fuck is the slimy pseudo-shrink, telling me I have a problem.  Me, Tony Montana has a problem?” He pauses, the violently gestures to the counsellor. “I’ll show him what a fucking probliem is. Why i am here today? Cause Im Tony Montana and I live my fucking life and mine my own fucking business.  What he want me to do? Cry because I lost my family, sob like a little fucking girl! I ain’t need nobody my whole life. I aint got a problem.” He sits back down and mumbles “Actually I do got a problem, my problem is I ain’t got no fucking yeyo.”

He looks around for some sort of reaction, but the counsellor only gives a smug smile. Tony looks to the man next to him. He has a pink pigment to his skin and is wearing a bucket hat. He has deep set wrinkles under his strung out eyes.

“Would you like to introduce yourself to the group?”

He lights his cigarette before he clears his throat. He speaks fast, as if there is no bottleneck slowing down the process between his thoughts and his dialogue. 

“ Hahaha, I think we all know who I am right, I mean we all know I’m a rock star, shaman, voodoo, warrior.” (With this he does some sort of odd hand gesture, resembling spirit fingers).   “Enlightening the commoners. Why don't you tell us who you are?” He asks with a scary intensity, before shrugging his shoulders, “You know what I mean though right?”. He then stares at the counsellor, waiting for some sort of reaction.  

Tony looks across to this guy, some Hollywood actor chump who looks like he has been hitting it hard for the last decade.  He looks like he might be on something, although Tony has no idea how he would have snuck it into rehab. He had tried himself but with the security entering this centre, he may as well have been trying to sneak a bomb onto Air Force One. 

The rest of the group go around introducing themselves to each other.  “Blah blah, my journey started when I was a little boy… and my father left…” 

The only thing Tony was interested in was whether or not he could score anything off this Charlie guy who seemed to be pranging out like a maniac. Laughing at the other patients as they revealed up the ghosts from their pasts. 

This process seemed to drag on and on. 

Later on when they are outside Tony goes to sit with Charlie to have a cigarette. 

“Hey what’s the deal with you man? You got something I can score, you know a little coke? I got some cash man; don't worry about the money.  If you can sort out something I will not worry about the price, me, I just need some fucking yeyo to handle this shit”

“Are you serious man? Do I have any drugs? I am a drug.  I’m Charlie sheen, you couldn't handle this” He gestures at himself. “It’s too much for other people man, they don't understand I’m different, I have a different brain, my thoughts are drugs.   I’m on a drug called the truth. It’s like a beautiful potion that only I can live on. I’m like a tiger taking on the mind of a dragon, breathing fire in my heart.”

“I ain’t talking to you; you are crazy, fucked in the head like the rest of these fuckers.”

Tony put his head in hands. 

“ Tony Montana man. TONY MONTANA.”