It was a cold Thursday December night and my mom was telling me about an "important" bussiness trip she had to attend to. (Ever since my dad died, she has had to work so hard.) I was wondering who was going to watch me because my aunt and uncle were out of town and both my grandparents were in a nursing home. "Who's going to watch me?" I asked. "Well, I know how much you love Paramore so I got Hayley Williams to look after you." Mom said. I laughed. "Good one Mom, now tell me the truth." I said. "That's the truth, she'll be here in the morning when you wake up because i'll have to leave early." I decided to play along. So I ate my dinner and played some Saints Row and went to bed.
... The next morning, boy was I suprised!
I got dressed and went downstairs. When I got down there, I could not believe my eyes! Hayley williams was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news. "M-Mrs Williams?" I stuttered amazed. "Aw, you're so polite, but you can call me Hayley. She said smiling at me. "Ok" I said. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked. "Wow, you're so sweet, I'd love some." She said. I put the small coffee thing into the coffee machine and went to get ready for school. Thirty minutes later... "Hayley, can you drive me to school?" I called. "Yeah." She replied. My day at school was bad. It usually is. I made a D on my stupid algebra paper and I got beat up. A black eye and bloody nose. I walked home crying. As I entered the front door, I heard Hayley playing my saints row game. "I'm playing your game, I hope you don't mind!" She said. "No, I just have homework to do." I answered trying to hide my shaky crying voice. I went up to my room and closed the door then started crying loudly not meaning to let Hayley hear. I heard her come up the stairs and tryed to pretend like nothing was wrong but she came in too quick. "Hey whats wrong?" She asked sitting on my bed beside me. "I got beat up again." I sobbed. She wrapped me in a warm hug and tryed to soothe me. "Shhh it's ok, you'll be ok." She whispered. I cried into her. "I just get so tired of being bullied." Hayley stroked my hair. "I love the color and softness of your hair." She said. "That's part of the reason everybody hates me, is because of my hair color. I get called butterhead and really nasty names." I said through my drying tears. "Well I love your hair, it's perfect on you." Hayley said. "Here, I'll help you get cleaned up." She said. I went downstairs with her to the bathroom. She got me a napkin for my bloody nose and she put ice on my black eye. She hugged me again. "Do you want me to take you for ice cream?" She asked. "Ok." I said.
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... boy was I suprised!
I got dressed and went downstairs to the living room expecting my mom to have called my aunt and uncle and had them come to stay with me. When I got into the living room, I could not believe my eyes! Hayley Williams was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news. I was thinking ok, let me wake up from this dream. But this was no dream! "M-Mrs. Williams?" I stuttered amazed. "Aw, I appreciate your politeness, but you can call me Hayley." She replied with a smile. I