The Secret Column Chapter 1, an one tree hill fanfic

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To Musicians, Mathletes, Athletes, Nerds, Jerks, Wanna-be's, snobs, punks, couples, singles, bookworms or the other lonely or happy souls in Tree Hill High.

First things first: I won't tell you who I am. Figure it out yourself, if you are so eager to know.

But I'll tell you what this is all about. I was recently approached by someone, who shall not be named here, who read something I wrote, which won't be printed here and this person asked me to write a column for the school paper. What I am writing about? You and me and other stuff that might be interesting, whatever floats on top of my mind when I turn on my computer.

I'll start with something nobody knows about me. Not even my best friend, who would stare at me open-mouthed if she knew. I write a lot (I still don't know how that person found out about that). I write short stories, articles for the Tree Hill Gazette under a synonym and recently I have started to write my first real book. But don't get me wrong, I'm no nerd, my grades are fine, but not great and most of the time I'm not all that interested in what the teacher has to tell me. Now you are asking yourself how a person, whose articles are printed in the Gazette, is not interested in what his literature teacher has to say, but it's true. Why do I have to know birthdays of dead poets or why do I have to read and adore Hamlet, to write? I want to guide my readers to the future and not back to the dusty past. The present and future is so much more interesting. How do kids nowadays tick? What makes them happy or sad? How are they categorized at school? Are they being treated biased? Kids can be mean. Sometimes they don't even know it, but by pegging somebody for something, it's very hard for that person to free himself from those prejudgments. So in some twisted way, this column will help me free myself too. Even if it's only for myself and nobody will ever find out. I said it: in a twisted way.

I'm sure you want more secrets, right? Well, I'll give you another one next month. You'd be surprised at how many of these secrets there are! I have material for the whole school year.

Now enough about me. Let's talk about you. I promised, right?

I can't talk about my closest friends or you would immediately know who I am. But I have some juicy news about Josh M., he was seen flirting with Mrs. Rodriguez last week after Spanish. Or there is Jenny K., she told her boyfriend she was still a virgin, only so she wouldn't have to sleep with him right away, but who haven't told a guy that lie before? They are so clueless sometimes. You would think they knew the difference. I also know that Hanna J. only changed schools last year, because her mother caught her using drugs in her bathroom. Bad habit. Don't copy it. (Only that you know, I changed all the names, I am a bitch sometimes, but I know when to keep my mouth shut!).

Okay, I'll be back in two weeks!

See you in the hallways.

Glenda Farrell put the paper down and looked around. She tried to imagine who of the faces she looked at could have written something like this. She looked at the prom queens, the Brooke's, Peyton's and Haley's of this world. They were too shallow, maybe Haley? But everybody knew she was smart, it could never be her. It would have to be someone from the middle. Someone not too popular, but also not too nerdy or a loner like myself, because this person seemed to like everybody. She saw through the masquerades. She seemed to know how it is to be prejudged. Then she overheard a conversation on a nearby table.

"Okay , who do you think this is?" This curly blond, Peyton Sawyer, asked.

"I have no idea. have you seen Haley?"

"She is at the tutor center, she wanted to join us later though."

"Good, she promised me to go shopping with me today." Brooke Davis answered.

Glenda stopped listening, they were definitely too shallow.

To be continued…

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