"HAYLEY GET UP NOW" my mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah" I murmured. I can't be doing with this, right now my life seemed like it was gonna go down the shiter. I stood up and walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. I wasn't a baby anymore and I know the bullshit that happens in life, people can shut you out and pretend but it will never go away. My hair was so plain, blonde with dark shades because my hair lightened in sunlight, my mother refused to let me dye it. One day I told myself. I was tiny and my figure was normal, no curves though, no one could love me. The weapon that I held strongly to my heart was my voice. No one had a clue, I was too shy to ever do anything about it so I kept it hidden. My friends back in Franklin talked about starting a band and I thought about it for a long time. Then my mom decided this. The car ride to my new school was silent but scary. I just dressed casually as no one would ever care to notice me. Well I hoped, The last thing i needed was people picking on me on my first day, I could still see it happening. I just needed to blend in as much as possible. "You okay sweety?" my mom asked. "Yeah, I'm fine" I replied quietly. "You know, starting a new school isn't all that bad. I know it's gonna be hard for you but you need to understand this is for you" she explained. Anger grew inside my head. "Sorry for this mom, but how is this good for me? I never wanted this, all I want is to go back home, this is in no way benefiting me, now I'll see you later" before she could reply I had left the car. I felt terrible for talking to her like that but she pissed me off with her bullshit about this being good for me. The moment I walked through the gates I saw the cheerleaders. Pretty and scary at the same time. I saw them glace my way, "Oh look girls, a new dork has crawled her way to our school, we will see how long she last" the head bitch I am assuming said as I walked by. I walked on further to the office and got the shit I needed. I found my locker and when I got there I seen a kid with glasses on and a really dodgey hair do. He looked almost lost but didn't seem to care. He looked up and apologised for standing in the way of my locker. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know this was your locker" he said staring at his shoes. I thought for a moment before speaking. He looked nervous, "Oh don't worry about it dude, I'm Hayley, I guess you will be wondering who I am?" I laughed trying to make him feel comfortable. "You're new? wow, that's pretty cool, my name is Mikey, Mikey Way" he said looking up to my eyes, a small smile surfaced. That was all it took. Within minutes he told me where he was going what year he was in and who he was friends with. He was a year younger than me and had the strangest friends. I laughed at his jokes and he showed me to my first class. Art. I appreciated his help and he asked for my number, sounded a little weird but he assured me that it was so we could become friends. I liked this thought. Someone wanted to be my friend. I stepped into the class and looked around. No one was here yet. so I walked around the class and looked at stuff on the walls. This got me excited, art was like music, a way to express yourself but not being too deep with lyrics and shit. It was a way to show your thinking of something or someone. I was about to walk out the class to see if anyone was near by when I crashed into someone and fell to the floor. "Shit, sorry" I said as I jumped back up. The figure looked at me and walked over to a desk. Not even noticing my existance. This was so rude but I was willing to ignore it thinking, it's the morning and people aren't thinking straight. He never looked at me once, he pulled out a sketch book and started drawing. Something wasn't right about this guy, a sort of anger in his body language scared me. He was a strange looking boy, long black hair to his shoulders. Perhaps dyed that way. His frame was thin but he looked a little chubby, he was so pale like myself but this seemed like a sickly pale. He wore an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Fuck that band was weird, his jeans were black also and black boots. This kid looked like a run of the mill goth. But I wouldn't say it was a a bad thing. He was attractive. Kids flooded into the room sitting at desks and taking out work and continuing from last time they were in. The teacher, a young women with the name Mrs Johnston walked into the room. She was a beautiful women, Blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Skinny and also very short like myself. She smiled and greeted me with a hand shake. "You must be Hayley, It's nice to have you in my class. Now choose a seat where you can sit at and work. Do you have anything to do today until I can fill you in on the current project?" She smiled. "Yeah, actually I do" I replied with a smile. I looked around and the only seat I saw available was next to that kid who knocked me down. Wow, this was gonna be fun. The day passed quickly, I looked for Mikey at lunch but couldn't find him. Something must have came up. My mom was gonna be asking a whole load of questions that I couldn't be dealing with. I ran up to my room and sat on my bed. Erica was in her room playing and mom was down stairs doing whatever. I tried to avoid her all night until dinner. She asked many questions and I answered as many as I could. When I got upstairs I found my phone had recived a text. Mikey - hey, Hayley just wanted to say sorry I didn't wait for you at lunch, my brother needed my help. I'll defo find you tomorrow :) Hayley - no problem Mikey, see ya at school :) At least I had made one friend ...