She was the daughter of Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott. She was expected to be a cheerleader since she was girl. But she didn't know if she wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps or her fathers and be a writer and a basketball player. "Basketball!". "It's all people care about here, well I want more than that!". One day in class a teacher was doing an assignment and asked them to write down one word they could describe their life in.  "Hoping". Aisley wrote down and didn't put her name. She was hoping for something more. It had to be somewhere. She didn't want to blend in. She was Aisley Arïstotle Archer. She was different. She sighed and twisted a piece of her purple curls that was in her face.