Jackson Hill

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Submitted: May 23, 2017

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Submitted: May 23, 2017



I wake up thinking about how much my life will change starting today. Leaving all of my friends behind will be so hard as well as losing my position as captain on the varsity volleyball team at New Port High School. I achieved so much at my school and I am not ready to leave it all behind. It took years for me to get to the point where I am in my life right now, considering how hard it was for me to grow up without a dad.

Why did she have to get promoted to a job in Florida? Going from Georgia to Florida isn’t a huge move, but I am still very sad and upset. You know what? I am not even upset--I am pissed. I guess when life gives you lemons you have to make lemonade, but in this case, I don’t see how that can be done.

I look around my room and see boxes packed up. One stacked up on the other. Each one of them holds a special memory inside. I start to burst into tears. Get yourself together Peyton. Get yourself together. You might be leaving behind everything that matters to you, but you can’t forget the memories that you’ve made.

“Peyton! Wake up we’re leaving in an hour. Today is the big day!” my mom yells from downstairs.

I wipe the tears from my face and change into some comfortable clothes. One by one, I grab the boxes in my room and load them into the moving truck that is waiting outside. After about an hour of filling the truck with our things, we take off.  

“Are you ready for a new beginning?” my mom says.

“Not really,” I murmur under my breath.

As we head to our new home, I plug my headphones into my phone, turn on some music, and doze off. There is no better way to isolate myself from the rest of the world.

After a long seven-hour drive, we arrive at our destination. The first thing I see is a sign that says “Welcome to Jackson Hill.”

“Hey look over there sweetie. That will be your new high school, Jackson Hill High.”

As we drive through our new neighborhood I see many beautiful homes so I wonder if my mom has put in the right directions into her GPS.

“Okay, this is it! Our new home.”

My mouth drops open out of amazement. It is way bigger than our house back in Georgia. The first thing I notice are its’ big open windows that allow you to see a striking curved staircase, like the one in Princess Diaries. The driveway is long and circular, surrounded by colorful trees. What grabs my attention \ is a gorgeous little fountain flowing with water. It really compliments the outdoorsy look.

After a few hours of unpacking and thinking about how different life is going to be in Jackson Hill, I drift off into a deep sleep.

“Wake up sweetie, today is your first day of school!”

As I get ready, so many thoughts run through my mind. What if I don’t make any friends? What if everyone hates me? What if my classes are hard? What if I have to sit at lunch alone? This day is going to suck.

After only three minutes of driving, I arrive at Jackson Hill High. My mom and I get out of the car and start walking towards the doors. Everyone is staring at me and my hands can’t stop shaking. I can’t, I can’t do…

“Ms. Davis?”

“Peyton!” my mom yells.

“Oh sorry. Hello,” I say to a tall man with black hair.“You can call me Mr. Frederickson. I am the principal here at Jackson Hill. This is your schedule for the semester. Oh, there she is. Peyton, I would like to introduce you to Lindsay Jones. She will be helping you around the school this week.”

“Nice to meet you, Peyton.”


I look Lindsay up and down and right away I think to myself, yep this girl plays volleyball. She’s tall, has blond hair that goes just past her shoulders, and big hazel eyes. 

“So do you play volleyball?” I ask her.

“Hell yeah. Love the sport. We’ve won state every year since I’ve been at this school. How about you? Do you play?”

“I played at my old school.”

“You should totally come to tryouts tonight! We have gym last hour and our teacher is my coach so I can totally talk to him about you playing.”

“That would be sweet. Thanks.”

“No problem. You know what? I have a feeling that we are gonna get along well.”

“Wow, that’s weird because I was thinking the same thing.”

We both laugh and walk to our first class. Four long periods later, it is finally time for lunch. I am so happy.

. . .

While sitting at the lunch table with my friends I see this girl. She looks pretty tall at the distance from where I can see her. She has long, wavy light brown hair and big blue eyes that compliment her tan complexion.

“So who’s the new girl?” I say to my friends.

“That’s Peyton,” Emily says.

“She kind of looks like you Brooke,” Madison says.

“Madison, do you need glasses because you clearly can’t see that she looks nothing like me.”

But the thing is, Peyton does look like me. Although, I wasn’t going to admit it to my friends. There’s only one Brooke at this school and it’s going to stay that way.

. . .

While in the lunch line I notice this girl staring at me. She has blue eyes and long, wavy dark brown hair that kind of looks like mine.

“Hey, Emily who’s that girl over there?” I whisper.
“She keeps staring at me.”

“That’s Brooke Davis. She’s captain of the volleyball team… Hey, you guys have the same last name. And you guys kind of look alike. Woahhhh what if you guys are like distant unknown sisters or something?” she says, laughing.

“Or twins,” I joke.

After having lunch with Lindsay and her friends, we head to the rest of our classes. After a long talk with the gym teacher and Lindsay about coming to volleyball tryouts during last period, I am convinced to go.

As I walk outside, I hear someone yell my name. “Wait up Peyton. Do…you…need a ride?” Lindsay says, breathing heavily.

“Yea that would be nice.”

While driving through my neighborhood Emily mentions, “Wow, Brooke lives around here too. You must have a nice ass house.”

“Ha. It’s definitely nicer than my old house. Well, thanks for the ride. I’ll see you at tryouts.”

. . .

“You need to try your hardest Brooke.”

“Yes, Dad. I know. It’s just tryouts.”

“I don’t care. Don’t let anyone stand in your way.”

“Okay, bye Dad.”

While stretching with my team in the gym, I see the new girl, Peyton.

“ATTENTION LADIES. This is Peyton Davis. She just moved here and will be joining us today. I want each one of you to give her a warm welcome and most of all, I expect you guys to try your hardest tonight,” says Coach Harvey.

Now this girl has the same last name as me? What is going on? That will be the last thing she takes of mine…

“Are you serious coach!? Co-captain with the new girl? You cannot be serious. This has to be a joke!” I yell at coach Harvey.

“Peyton is really good and I feel like the both of you can make the team great,” Harvey says.

“We are already great without her,” I say as I walk out of his office and slam the door shut.  

As I arrive back home. The first thing I see is my dad standing right by the door.

“How were tryouts?”

“Terrible. There is this new girl, Peyton. She is my co-captain! She even has the same last name as me and looks like me! I swear she is trying to ruin my life.”

“Did… did you see her parents.”


He looks at me nervously. His hands are shaking and he stands stiffly. I have never seen him act this way before. It looks as if he has just watched an episode of American Horror Story. I watch him as he walks out the door without saying a word.

. . .

I am so happy right now. I made the volleyball team and I’m co-captain! My mom is going to be so happy! My mom pulls into the parking lot and I run straight to her car.

“Mom I made the volleyball team and I am co-captain!”

“I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks, but there is this girl named Brooke Davis. She is the other captain, and I don’t think she likes me very much. And not only does she have the same last name as me, but she kind of looks like me. It’s weird.”

“Brooke Davis? Did you see her parents?”

“I saw her Dad drop her off at school.”

“What did he look like?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention. He is tall and I think he has dark brown hair. Why are you asking?”

“Just curious.”

The next day at school was actually pretty good and I made a lot more new friends, but when I came home from school my whole world changed.

“Hey, sweetie. How was school?”

“It was really good. Why do you look like you have something important to tell me?”

“Because I do. Come sit on the couch with me. Okay. Ummmm… Just remember that everything I do for you is because I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yes, mom I know that.”

“I found out that your father lives around here.”

“You’re kidding right. Does he know that we live here?”

“Yes, but there’s something else. Brooke is your sister.

I fall in complete shock and cannot move. For sixteen years I have lived not knowing that I have a sister. I am hurt that my mom never told me. There are so many questions I have to ask, but instead, I run straight to my room. Here I lie on my bed and cuddle into my covers. I put my headphones on, blast some country music, and think to myself that maybe Brooke and I can soon become good friends because of this. But that is the complete opposite of what did happen. It all started with the next day at school when I tried talking to Brooke before gym class.

“Hey, Brooke,” I say.

“Why are you talking to me?” she says back.

“Didn’t your Dad tell you. We’re sisters.”

“SHHHH. Keep your voice down. Just because the same woman gave birth to us does not make us sisters. We will never be sisters. Not even friends.”

And then she walked away. Ever since then she and her friends have been treating me like shit.

A week passes by and our volleyball team has our first game. I end up scoring the last point of the game and it is the happiest moment I have since I moved to Jackson Hill. It is the first time I feel like I actually belong.

. . .

My first volleyball game just finished and I couldn’t be more upset. Even though we won it is a loss for me because I know I am about to get yelled at from my dad about how I played. Even more on the fact that Peyton scored the winning point.

And that’s exactly what happens. An argument with my dad in the car. Us going back and forth arguing about how I played and him talking about how I didn’t try at all.

I say to him, “Well I wish I didn’t have a dad who put me down all the time!”

That’s when everything goes black. I try to move both of my arms but I physically can’t. I hear lots of voices, but all of them unfamiliar. Slowly, I open my eyes and see that I am in a room, but not in my bedroom. It looks like I am in a hospital, but why? My memory seems to be erased. To my right I see my mom crying and then to my left I see Peyton and her mom, who I guess is my mom too. What the hell is going on?

“Mrs. Davis. She’s awake,” I hear Peyton say.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re awake,” my mom says as she wipes way her tears.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. You and your dad got into a bad car accident.”

“Dad!? Is he okay? Where is he?”

“He’s not good Brooke. The doctors said that he will need to stay here for a while because he will need surgery.”

“Oh, mom this is all my fault. Dad and I got into an argument. It’s all my fault.”

“This is not your fault at all. Don’t blame yourself.”

. . .

I have never seen Brooke cry before. It is different to see her show emotion. But of course she’s crying, her dad could have died… my dad could have died.

“Peyts, we need to talk,” my mom says to me quietly.

“What’s up?” I say in a worried tone.

“Brooke will have to stay with us for a few months…”


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