'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts for ever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
-Simple Plan
Hm... I'm not a Simple Plan fan, but I like the chorus of their song 'Perfect' and saw Fan fiction POTENTIAL for it. This is my first SOR fic so PLEAAAASE R&R. You'll make me oh so happy!
Disclaimer : I do not own School of Rock. But I do own Hayden. She is an object of my imagination. I do own this story so NO STEALING!
Rating : PG – 13 for language.
"FREDDY JONES! Where in the world do you think you're going?" The young boy's mother screamed after the retreating boy.
"OUT!" He yelled and slammed the door.
"God... they can never give me a break, can they?" He asked himself as he walked down the concrete path leading from the house.
Pretty much all teenagers believe that parent's can never cut some slack, that their reasoning is never right, and things can never go their way. Sure, it may be true at times, but only later in life will we realize that it's for our own benefit. Sure, we think that they are ruining our life by not letting us go to a party. But they are probably right when they think that there will be drugs and drinking at this party, and we, as teenagers, might get sucked into the horrors of such deadly items. We know, or at least we think we know, that we will not get involved with these people. But, can we always prevent all of these happenings? No, we can't. Sure, parents can be a little overprotective, but it's worth it when you can be alive tomorrow. Freddy was planning on going to the studio where his band practiced. He wanted to just jam for awhile, get his mind off of the torture that many referred to as a home. His parents didn't like the idea of Freddy being in a rock band and not being home so often, but Freddy made it so there wasn't a choice. Freddy rarely listened to his parents, he was always a rebel ever since Dewey Finn presented new opportunities to them in 5th grade. Freddy was now a sophomore and no longer thought girls had cooties and no longer thought that saying no to parents would lead to a time out. He definitely took advantage of the latter. Freddy turned a dark corner, following the familiar path to the band's studio. Or rather rented out room in which they practiced. They had practiced in Dewey's apartment for quite some time. This was until the neighbor's above, below, and next to their practicing grounds started to complain. Now they had a room in the local guitar complex.
Freddy skipped up the familiar steps.
"Fucking parents. They never understand" He grumbled to himself. He placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it, surprised when it opened.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously as he walked up the old wooden stairs.
They creaked under his weight. No spoken answer came from his question. But there were sounds of a guitar tuning.
"Zach?" this was the drummer's first guess because often Zach, the band's guitarist, would come and practice his songs to get away from his hell hole also.
Often, Zach and Freddy would come together and create songs. At this point, they had about 5. All of a sudden, the guitar stopped. Freddy's curiosity increased and he ran up the remainder of the steps. When he got to the second floor, he started to walk again. He walked slowly to the band's door and opened it with caution.
"Um... hi?" Freddy asked hesitantly to the turned back. The mysterious person swung around.
A girl who looked to be about 15 stood in front of Freddy's eyes. Her stick straight brown hair hung in a high pony tail, stray hairs hanging loosely in her face. Her green eyes bore into his chocolate brown. She stood at about 5'5, which is pretty short for a girl in their sophomore year, leaving Freddy to stand about 4 inches above her. Her tan skin looked a lot darker in the dim room, the only light coming from the street lights below and a small lamp in the corner. After a few moments of silence the girl took a step towards him, with an outstretched hand.
"Hey, I'm Hayden" He looked down at her hand, chipped black nail polish graced her finger nails.
"Freddy" He said, with a small smile. He wasn't in the best mood.
"Sorry, I'm Dewey's cousin. I came to stay with him because of family prob—`` She stopped herself "because they wanted me to have a big city experience" She quickly covered.
"Family problem?" He asked, looking back at her as he walked to his drum set.
"What?" Her inquiry only uncovered the lie a little bit more.
"You said you came to stay with Dewey because of a family problem, not because of the big city experience. You could get that anywhere" He said smugly, leaning back in his black stool, with his back against the wall.
"Hm... um... not a biggie. You know how dysfunctional families go" She shrugged, running her fingers over the scratched edge of her deep red Fender guitar.
"More than you know..." He said looking down.
"Yeah Dewey said that you might come down. Fight with the parents?" She asked him, trying to get off the subject of her family as fast as possible.
"That guy knows us too well" Freddy added a laugh, trying to make himself feel a little happier.
"Don't worry about it... I understand fighting with family more than you could know" A subtly fake smile on her face. Both teens were hiding their depths of problems, trying to push it aside. Silence filled the air. Hayden started to play 'Smells like Teen Spirit" lightly on her guitar.
"Like them?" Freddy asked.
"Of course! Their probably one of the most influential on the whole Seattle rock scene today" She said, not looking up from her guitar. Freddy joined in at the chorus with the drums. The two jammed and finished out the famous Nirvana song.
"I would have to agree." He said as he spun his drum stick around in his fingers. She looked up at him and smiled, but looked down after wards. An uncomfortable silence filled the air after a matter of minutes. Freddy couldn't help but keep thinking about why she was in New York. He understood what it was like to have a family that he hated, but he didn't know what her story was. He didn't want to push as of only knowing her for about 3 minutes.
"What happened with your family?" At this question, her head shot up. She looked at him in the eyes for a few moments and then looked up to the white cracked ceiling. Just as he was about to say something, Hayden spoke up.
"You might be here for awhile..." She said as she took a seat on the old green couch which was pushed against the wall.
"I don't mind" He said, getting up from his stool. "Anywhere is better than home" He said with a small laugh as he walked across the room. He took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Well... I'll start at the beginning" She said. "I was seven years old..."
Flashback
"HAYDEN! WHERE ARE YOU?" The girl heard a drunken voice call from downstairs.
"Uh... Uh... Up here dad!" The young girl yelled back down
She heard heavy footsteps advancing up the stairs. They became closer, heavy breathing became audible.
"HAYDEN" The man yelled. Her door swung open. A man about six feet tall stood in her doorway. A bottle a quarter empty held in his left hand. His legs hidden in torn and dirty jeans shook underneath him.
"Ye-Yes" She said, her eyes starting to sting, the old cuts burning.
"YOUR PLAYING WITH THOSE BARBIE DOLLS AGAIN?!" His words slurring together as he spoke and advanced into the room.
He threw the bottle against the wall.
"AHHHH!" the little girl screamed. New footsteps were heard on the stairs, these, much much faster.
The man advanced on the girl. Footsteps now running down the hall.
"Come here little Hayden" The man said in fake sweetness, reaching his arms out.
"RICHARD NO!" She heard her mother's voice from the door.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" The man swung around. The girl's mother was small, standing at about 5'4.
"MOMMY!" The girl cried. Tears streaming from her eyes.
"Hayden..." The woman felt weak. She tried to make her way around the man The man had slammed the woman against the closet, his face close to hers, his drunken breath glided across her fair face. He slammed his fist into her cheek. The girl watched the horror, watched her mom stand helpless against the intoxicated monster.
She took another blow to her stomach. She slumped to the floor. Hayden's tears didn't stop, they came faster, in more mass.
"DON'T CRY!" The man staggered towards her.
"No! NO! NO!" The child screamed. The man slapped her.
"DON'T CRY!" He yelled once more, punching her shoulder. She fell backwards from the power of the hit. He kicked her side, leaving a huge gash in her side. He kicked her again, and again. Not stopping, until blood started to emit from the girl's tiny body. The man grunted and left the room.
"That was about the beginning of my problems" She told him. "My father continued to beat both my mother and I. He left within the next few years, occasionally returning, always intoxicated. My mom had kept up a good lifestyle for us, but we always ended up running. We always ended up leaving. He made his visits about once every two or three months. When the time rolled around, my mom and I would always leave. But he always seemed to find us. I guess the connections he had have never ceased to exist. Wherever I went, I was never accepted. I was the new girl with the braces and glasses. Everyone would make fun of me because of my appearance, but no one bothered to get to know me. I was an outcast, my mom was always away working, I was alone 24/7. One night, my mom was working late as a waitress, which wasn't abnormal. There was a knock on the door and I thought it was the pizza guy. But... it was my dad, he found us again. That night was probably the worst. I still have the scars. After that night, my mom tried to keep me safe, she got tired of always moving and thought she could protect herself. So this last weekend she had me move in with Dewey. My mom sent out a police search and they caught him and as of right now he's on probation. But yeah... that's about it in a nutshell" She sighed.
"How long ago was that night?" he asked.
"Last week" Hayden murmured, she looked down at her hands.
"I-I'm really sorry" He said to her.
She looked up at him. "Thanks" A weak smile came as fast as it went. "Look, I know I don't have the extent of problems that you do, but I do have pretty bad family problems. So... you know... if you want to talk or something... I'm here for it" Freddy was unsure of what to say, he never had any good friends that were girls.
"Thanks" She said, not sure what to make of this new stranger.
Hm... I'm not a Simple Plan fan, but I like the chorus of their song 'Perfect' and saw Fan fiction POTENTIAL for it. This is my first SOR fic so PLEAAAASE R&R. You'll make me oh so happy!
Disclaimer : I do not own School of Rock. But I do own Hayden. She is an object of my imagination. I do own this story so NO STEALING!
Rating : PG – 13 for language.
"FREDDY JONES! Where in the world do you think you're going?" The young boy's mother screamed after the retreating boy.
"OUT!" He yelled and slammed the door.
"God... they can never give me a break, can they?" He asked himself as he walked down the concrete path leading from the house.
Pretty much all teenagers believe that parent's can never cut some slack, that their reasoning is never right, and things can never go their way. Sure, it may be true at times, but only later in life will we realize that it's for our own benefit. Sure, we think that they are ruining our life by not letting us go to a party. But they are probably right when they think that there will be drugs and drinking at this party, and we, as teenagers, might get sucked into the horrors of such deadly items. We know, or at least we think we know, that we will not get involved with these people. But, can we always prevent all of these happenings? No, we can't. Sure, parents can be a little overprotective, but it's worth it when you can be alive tomorrow. Freddy was planning on going to the studio where his band practiced. He wanted to just jam for awhile, get his mind off of the torture that many referred to as a home. His parents didn't like the idea of Freddy being in a rock band and not being home so often, but Freddy made it so there wasn't a choice. Freddy rarely listened to his parents, he was always a rebel ever since Dewey Finn presented new opportunities to them in 5th grade. Freddy was now a sophomore and no longer thought girls had cooties and no longer thought that saying no to parents would lead to a time out. He definitely took advantage of the latter. Freddy turned a dark corner, following the familiar path to the band's studio. Or rather rented out room in which they practiced. They had practiced in Dewey's apartment for quite some time. This was until the neighbor's above, below, and next to their practicing grounds started to complain. Now they had a room in the local guitar complex.
Freddy skipped up the familiar steps.
"Fucking parents. They never understand" He grumbled to himself. He placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it, surprised when it opened.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously as he walked up the old wooden stairs.
They creaked under his weight. No spoken answer came from his question. But there were sounds of a guitar tuning.
"Zach?" this was the drummer's first guess because often Zach, the band's guitarist, would come and practice his songs to get away from his hell hole also.
Often, Zach and Freddy would come together and create songs. At this point, they had about 5. All of a sudden, the guitar stopped. Freddy's curiosity increased and he ran up the remainder of the steps. When he got to the second floor, he started to walk again. He walked slowly to the band's door and opened it with caution.
"Um... hi?" Freddy asked hesitantly to the turned back. The mysterious person swung around.
A girl who looked to be about 15 stood in front of Freddy's eyes. Her stick straight brown hair hung in a high pony tail, stray hairs hanging loosely in her face. Her green eyes bore into his chocolate brown. She stood at about 5'5, which is pretty short for a girl in their sophomore year, leaving Freddy to stand about 4 inches above her. Her tan skin looked a lot darker in the dim room, the only light coming from the street lights below and a small lamp in the corner. After a few moments of silence the girl took a step towards him, with an outstretched hand.
"Hey, I'm Hayden" He looked down at her hand, chipped black nail polish graced her finger nails.
"Freddy" He said, with a small smile. He wasn't in the best mood.
"Sorry, I'm Dewey's cousin. I came to stay with him because of family prob—`` She stopped herself "because they wanted me to have a big city experience" She quickly covered.
"Family problem?" He asked, looking back at her as he walked to his drum set.
"What?" Her inquiry only uncovered the lie a little bit more.
"You said you came to stay with Dewey because of a family problem, not because of the big city experience. You could get that anywhere" He said smugly, leaning back in his black stool, with his back against the wall.
"Hm... um... not a biggie. You know how dysfunctional families go" She shrugged, running her fingers over the scratched edge of her deep red Fender guitar.
"More than you know..." He said looking down.
"Yeah Dewey said that you might come down. Fight with the parents?" She asked him, trying to get off the subject of her family as fast as possible.
"That guy knows us too well" Freddy added a laugh, trying to make himself feel a little happier.
"Don't worry about it... I understand fighting with family more than you could know" A subtly fake smile on her face. Both teens were hiding their depths of problems, trying to push it aside. Silence filled the air. Hayden started to play 'Smells like Teen Spirit" lightly on her guitar.
"Like them?" Freddy asked.
"Of course! Their probably one of the most influential on the whole Seattle rock scene today" She said, not looking up from her guitar. Freddy joined in at the chorus with the drums. The two jammed and finished out the famous Nirvana song.
"I would have to agree." He said as he spun his drum stick around in his fingers. She looked up at him and smiled, but looked down after wards. An uncomfortable silence filled the air after a matter of minutes. Freddy couldn't help but keep thinking about why she was in New York. He understood what it was like to have a family that he hated, but he didn't know what her story was. He didn't want to push as of only knowing her for about 3 minutes.
"What happened with your family?" At this question, her head shot up. She looked at him in the eyes for a few moments and then looked up to the white cracked ceiling. Just as he was about to say something, Hayden spoke up.
"You might be here for awhile..." She said as she took a seat on the old green couch which was pushed against the wall.
"I don't mind" He said, getting up from his stool. "Anywhere is better than home" He said with a small laugh as he walked across the room. He took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Well... I'll start at the beginning" She said. "I was seven years old..."
Flashback
"HAYDEN! WHERE ARE YOU?" The girl heard a drunken voice call from downstairs.
"Uh... Uh... Up here dad!" The young girl yelled back down
She heard heavy footsteps advancing up the stairs. They became closer, heavy breathing became audible.
"HAYDEN" The man yelled. Her door swung open. A man about six feet tall stood in her doorway. A bottle a quarter empty held in his left hand. His legs hidden in torn and dirty jeans shook underneath him.
"Ye-Yes" She said, her eyes starting to sting, the old cuts burning.
"YOUR PLAYING WITH THOSE BARBIE DOLLS AGAIN?!" His words slurring together as he spoke and advanced into the room.
He threw the bottle against the wall.
"AHHHH!" the little girl screamed. New footsteps were heard on the stairs, these, much much faster.
The man advanced on the girl. Footsteps now running down the hall.
"Come here little Hayden" The man said in fake sweetness, reaching his arms out.
"RICHARD NO!" She heard her mother's voice from the door.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" The man swung around. The girl's mother was small, standing at about 5'4.
"MOMMY!" The girl cried. Tears streaming from her eyes.
"Hayden..." The woman felt weak. She tried to make her way around the man The man had slammed the woman against the closet, his face close to hers, his drunken breath glided across her fair face. He slammed his fist into her cheek. The girl watched the horror, watched her mom stand helpless against the intoxicated monster.
She took another blow to her stomach. She slumped to the floor. Hayden's tears didn't stop, they came faster, in more mass.
"DON'T CRY!" The man staggered towards her.
"No! NO! NO!" The child screamed. The man slapped her.
"DON'T CRY!" He yelled once more, punching her shoulder. She fell backwards from the power of the hit. He kicked her side, leaving a huge gash in her side. He kicked her again, and again. Not stopping, until blood started to emit from the girl's tiny body. The man grunted and left the room.
"That was about the beginning of my problems" She told him. "My father continued to beat both my mother and I. He left within the next few years, occasionally returning, always intoxicated. My mom had kept up a good lifestyle for us, but we always ended up running. We always ended up leaving. He made his visits about once every two or three months. When the time rolled around, my mom and I would always leave. But he always seemed to find us. I guess the connections he had have never ceased to exist. Wherever I went, I was never accepted. I was the new girl with the braces and glasses. Everyone would make fun of me because of my appearance, but no one bothered to get to know me. I was an outcast, my mom was always away working, I was alone 24/7. One night, my mom was working late as a waitress, which wasn't abnormal. There was a knock on the door and I thought it was the pizza guy. But... it was my dad, he found us again. That night was probably the worst. I still have the scars. After that night, my mom tried to keep me safe, she got tired of always moving and thought she could protect herself. So this last weekend she had me move in with Dewey. My mom sent out a police search and they caught him and as of right now he's on probation. But yeah... that's about it in a nutshell" She sighed.
"How long ago was that night?" he asked.
"Last week" Hayden murmured, she looked down at her hands.
"I-I'm really sorry" He said to her.
She looked up at him. "Thanks" A weak smile came as fast as it went. "Look, I know I don't have the extent of problems that you do, but I do have pretty bad family problems. So... you know... if you want to talk or something... I'm here for it" Freddy was unsure of what to say, he never had any good friends that were girls.
"Thanks" She said, not sure what to make of this new stranger.