Green trees, shiny cars, passed us as we drove. I would pinch myself every time that I almost fell asleep. I eventually grabbed my colored pencils and my sketchbook and started to draw, I was about halfway done when she pulled up to a huge house. I closed my book and placed it back into my backpack. I pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror to fix my hair. Once satisfied, I opened the door and pulled myself out gently wincing why I crunched my side with the majority of the stitches in it. The lady, Marie I think, waited for me and we walked up to the front door together.

I stand behind her as she rings the doorbell. The door opens a moment later to reveal girl with brown wavy hair.

"Hello, can I help you?" She says politely.

"We would like to speak with Oliver Queen. Is he home?"

"Um- Yea. Come inside while I go to get him." She says offering holding the door open even farther. We step inside and I see that she is wearing light blue skinny jeans with a white shirt and a matching denim jacket. She closes the door behind us and runs up the set of oak stairs to our right. There is a small table with a bunch of photos and some flowers in the center. The walls, floor, and ceiling were wood a set of stairs on either side of the room. After a few minutes the girl came back down with a tall man with brown hair in front of her.

"I'm Oliver Queen." He said holding out his right hand to shake. Marie shook his hand and I held out my left hand. He quickly switched hands after realising my right hand was in a cast.

"Yes, Mr. Queen we would like to talk with you about an important matter."

"Okay, and please call me Oliver my father was Mr. Queen."

"Of Course." Marie said. Oliver lead us into what seemed to be the dining room and had us sit down. I sat next to Marie and Oliver on the other side of the table.

"What would you like to discuss? Well first of all what are your names?"

"I am Marie Castine." His gaze shifted over to me.

"Peyton Morgan."

"Okay. Now what is it you need to discuss with me."

"Mr. Qu-Oliver, Do you remember a Sally Morgan from your High school?"

"Yes.I dated her for a while, then she left and we kinda broke up." He confessed. 

"Well when she left Starling City she was pregnant." A flash of shock went across his face before concern.

"And this child? It's mine?" Oliver asked looking at me.

"Yes, it is on the birth certificate."

"Okay. Why didn't I find out earlier? She left like 13 years ago." He said.

"Sally was in a car accident earlier this week with her daughter and husband. Both her and her husband died leaving no one to take care of her daughter who was critically injured." The dots in his head connected and he just looked at me his mouth slightly open.

"You're my daughter." He said and I nodded slightly. I could see that we looked alike. Our hair was the same color, as was our eyes. My cheekbones were like my moms but everything else was similar to him. My hair was crinkly like my moms but the same color as the man across from the table.

"Oliver you need to decide if you want to have Peyton live with you or she will go into foster care."

"Let me go get my mom and sister." He says standing up and then confidently walking out the room. After a minute he still isn't back and I pull out the sketchbook that was in my backpack and continue my drawing.

I was drawing a garden but it looked horrible in my preference because it was with my non dominant hand.

Oliver came back in the room with the girl from earlier and a woman with sandy blonde hair and a soft face.

"Peyton right?" He asks as I stand up to meet my grandmother and formally meet my aunt. I nod my head and stand opposite of them. Oliver stands to my left. "Peyton this is my sister Thea, and my mother Moira. I hold out my left hand to shake their hand.

"Hi." I say before sitting back down in front of my sketchbook. Thea sits next to me and Moira sits next to Oliver on the other side of the table. They talk with Marie and I continue to draw.

"So, you like drawing?" Thea asks.

"Yea, it's like one of two actual calm things that I do." I say coloring the red in the flower's petal.

"What other 'calm' thing do you do?"

"I play or rather played bassoon in my school's band."

"What else do you do?"

"Karate, kickboxing, MMA, Archery Captain at my old school I did 7 years of gymnastics but now I just go once a week on their open days to keep up my skills."

"Dang, you are active."

"-of course she can stay with us." I hear Moria say looking over at me and Thea talking. I turn my head slightly to listen better.

"Okay here are her files, and some paperwork that you need to sign and Peyton can officially live here." Marie said. The mixes of green in the grass were coming together. I highlighted several of the blades and shadowed some of the others. I blocked out any noise and moved all my focus onto the page in front of me. Blending, shading, adding color.

A tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my focus.

"-ton, Peyton." Someone was saying. Marie.

"Sorry what?" I said.

"Let's get your bag out of my car." Marie says. I grab my colored pencils and place them into the pencil pouch before getting up and following Marie out to the car parked in their driveway. She opened up the trunk and pulled my bag out setting it on the ground. "Well goodbye. Get better soon." She said.

"Thanks, I'll try." I say shaking her hand.

I watch as she gets into her car and drives away before I grab the BDB and pull it up the steps and find Oliver, Thea, and Moira standing in the entrance. My backpack sling over one of Oliver's shoulders. My sketchbook in Thea's arms.

"Oliver, Thea help her to the guest room next to your room Ollie." Moira says. "Peyton dear I would stay longer if I could but I have to get to the office for a lunch meeting." I smile slightly

Oliver came over to get my bag to carry it for me.

"I can carry my own bag."

"Are you sure?"
"Yea I can carry my bag with one arm." I say. "I got it down two flights of stairs by myself I can get it up."
"Okay." He said and then lead the way to the stairs. I followed close behind carrying the duffel up the stairs without it touching. Thea was behind me and walked next to me once we were up the stairs and walking down the hallway.
"Okay so that's my mom and stepdads room." She said pointing to one door. "That is my room." She said pointing to the next door on her right. "That's Oliver's room." She said pointing to a door on the left. Oliver stopped in front of us at a door.
"And this is yours. We can figure out colors, and furniture later if you want." Oliver said opening the door.
Inside was a bed with dark blue sheets and blankets. The desk was a dark wood with a computer and some pencils on it. The walls were the same dark blue as the bed. A window seat stretched across the entirety of the window length. Two doors lead off to what I presumed to be a closet and most likely a bathroom. "So do you like it?" Thea asked. 

"Yea," I said smiling slightly. Oliver placed my backpack on the bed and Thea placed my Sketchbook on the desk and the left me to unpack my things. I sat down on my bed gently after rolling my duffel into the closet. I knew that if I laid down I wouldn't get up. I pulled out my phone and texted Ally and CeCe in the group chat that we had that I was here and would be staying. I set it back down on he bed and went into the closet And began to put my clothes into the shelves hanging up my favorite jackets.

I was finished in about 25 minutes before grabbing my toiletries and going into the bathroom. The colors were the same dark blue but in here the furniture was black and gold. I opened a cabinet and placed my things inside. When I came back out I put my art supplies away in my desk when a knock came at my door. 

"Yea." I called out finding that Ally and CeCe put a bunch of my artwork in my duffel in the flat space. It was spread out on the bed when Oliver came into the room.

"Hey, so lunch is in about 10 minutes if you want me to take you down there..." he trailed off. I was looking at one of my draws that I did. It was of Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I had done them all in words. For a while the drawing was in a bank for an art month and then I put it in for the school art show. He came over by me and looked over at my artwork. "Did you draw that?" I nodded. "That really cool. All of these are really good." He said looking at my other posters and drawings. 

I had a drawing of Sebastian Stan that I did in different designers in different squares. It was black and white yet his eyes were bright blue. There was also drawing of eyes, all of them were animals. I had one large one that I was still working on getting better at but I had some other ones that I had drawn a few months later that looked better. Then I had my favorite crayon melts that I had done it was this huge project that I had done with like 15 canvases and did them all a different theme. The ones that I had was my Hamilton one, my horse one, my imagination one, and Lilo and stitch and a few others. (All artwork is above and my own work)

"Lets go to lunch I guess."