Chapter One
"Hey mom I'm home" I yelled into the kitchen where I was sure my mom would be. She would be cooking her delicious lasagna. Or so I hope, Tuesdays are lasagna days.
"Hey Haley Bear" mom said, taking off her oven mitts, she came over and looked at me and sighed. She was disappointed. I looked down at my feet, you see; I'm a cheerleader, we have expectations; miniskirts, see-through shirts, and heels. I hate it, so does my mom, but cheering is my life, and I would be kicked off if I didn't do what the captain said.
"Sorry, mom" I whispered.
"Its okay, honey " she sighed," go change" she smiled.
I headed upstairs quickly, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and loose band shirt. I threw them on and headed downstairs.
"Hon, do you know when your sister is going to be home?" mom asked, referring to Shelly, my twin. She was also a cheerleader, except she liked the requisites it came with.
"Oh, I don't know, she might be awhile." I said, because last time I saw Shelly she was in the boy's lockers doing stuff with Jared, I couldn't even imagine.
"Ah, I see" mom sighed, she knew of Shelly sexual exploits. But Shelly would not stop, she knew she caused mom pain, yet she did nothing about it.
"Can we eat?" I asked seriously starved, three hours of cheerleading practice wears you down.
"Yes, and you can have however much you want, your sister wont even look at it, she's afraid she'll gain a pound by just looking at it." I laughed with her, my sister was seriously flawed, but hey, more lasagna for me.
During dinner we talked about school, clothes and of course boys. I was close to my mom she was my best friend after Molly of course.
"So, Honey, any boys I need to know about?" mom asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, no, all guys want to do is.... You know what." I told her, she would know what guys wanted because our own father had left her when he found out she was pregnant at seventeen.
"Oh, princess, your going to find the perfect boy one day" mom tried to reassure me, but I had lost faith. I had gone out with two boys but all they wanted to do was sleep with me, no luck there though.
"Mom can Molly come over, please?" I begged.
"Sure." She smiled, mom loved molly she was like her own daughter.
"Thanks."
I ran to the house phone and dialed my best friends number.
"Hello" molly answered in her usual gloomy voice.
"Hey, can you come over?" I asked her already knowing the answer.
"Hells yeah." She said her voice immediately perking up.
"Hurry!"
"You do realize, I live four houses down from you, don't you?" she laughed, a sound she rarely let anyone else hear but me and mom. You see my best friend is, hmm, how do I say this, a punk. Yes, I'm a cheerleader with a punk as a best friend. But I love her, we've known each other since kindergarten, she's my best friend.
We hung up, I waited for her and ten minutes later the doorbell rang.
"Hey there" Molly greeted and came right in, "Mom! I'm home" yes she called my mom her mom.
"Oh hey molly, how have you been dear?" mom asked, she was used to molly's eccentric behavior.
"I've been fine" she grabbed my hand and led us up to our room. Yes, our room, there are two beds and we share it whenever she comes over, which must be a lot. Now let me tell you about our room its painted bright red, our bed sheets were red and black, my favorite color is red and molly's is black. On our walls are band posters my favorite band is Alesana and molly's favorite band is Slipknot. We turned on my Ipod to Alesana's A lunatics lament. We were head banging when our door burst open and my sister and her boyfriend, Jared, were watching us like we were freaks. We finished the song.
I approached the door and said, "Next shows at nine, LEAVE!" and I slammed the door on Jared's smirking face and Shelly's rolling eyes.
"I know I've said this before but I strongly dislike your sister." Molly told me calmly and I had to smile at that.
For the rest of the night until two a.m. we talked about bands, clothes and boys. We listened to Shelly and Jared do stuff in the next room. We were lucky mom slept in her room on the first floor. She would get a heart attack if she heard what they were doing.
"Good night, spunky" I used my nickname for Molly.
"Good night, Paramore" She called me Paramore since I had Haley William's first name.
And I fell asleep dreaming of what life would be if I could only be myself.
