Hayley's POV
It was a cold November night.
Not a single voice to hear.
Just the sound of autumn leaves falling with the wind.
It's been a while since my dad has shut up, he's always either yelling at my mom or at me.. Not fun at all.
But everything is ok now and I feel fine. Tonight I'm staying up late, since tomorrow's Saturday and I only have guitar lessons at 3pm, so, yea.
~7 hours later~
Lol it's 4 am.. It's really interesting how I don't have friends, yet can pull almost an all nighter, I seriously need someone.. Just.. Please? Can I have someone who makes me happy?
We'll never know.
I might just fall asleep and die..
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"HAYLEY" my father yelled "WAKE THE UP AND GET READY YOUR LESSON STARTS IN 1h"
Oh right. Fuck.
My dad is always so nice and I don't know what I'd do without him. He makes me feel special.
As of my mom I can say the same. I've never really had family problems.
"OK" I yelled back.
I took a shower and the picked an outfit, a tank top, black tights, shirts and converse. Nothing new.
At the time I was done my teacher arrived.
The only time in my life I feel safe is when I'm with him, a dark-skinned, short, kinda old guy who always makes me laugh and teaches me guitar while he tells all his stories, a really nice guy honestly!
By the time the lesson was over I was happy and probably ready for another week in hel..SCHOOL! Yes yes that's the word.
I payed the guy, said goodbye and went upstairs. This room has been my home for 15 years. I've cried, I've laughed, I've studied and I've listened to music, all in this room in the ceiling of this L.A house.
