Finding Paramore

Chapter One: A New Start

Recently I've been writing fan fiction after fan fiction, but I'm truly excited to announce this new story! I've been having a ton of ideas for it and a bunch of inspiration, so hopefully I can make this work! Please note that this is not going to be 100% accurate just because I have to change a lot of things to fit the story. If you are not comfortable with language, sexual content, violence, and most likely triggering scenes, this story is not for you. Hayley won't be homeschooled in this story, the band members ages will change slightly, and certain relationships between certain people will change.

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Hayley

I'm not sure whether I'm ready or not for this year. It's my sophomore year, and I only know a few people. I know Jeremy Davis, the really kind senior who I quickly became best friends with, and the Farro's who are the coolest guys I know, with good music taste and everything else they could possibly have. Josh is one brother, who is my age, and Zac is the younger brother who is a Freshman, but the funniest and sweetest guy you'll ever meet.

As soon as I walk into the high school, I feel small. My red skinny jeans, New Found Glory t shirt, and chestnut hair don't belong with the short shorts, tall and tan frames, and popular people surrounding me. I feel out of place, and I hate it. I want to feel like I belong somewhere. I always have. Mom is great, and so is her boyfriend Andrew, but I need to be in a place where I can completely be me, not acting the best I can so I don't screw up my mom's relationship. I've never had a bunch of friends, right now, Jeremy, Josh, and Zac are all I have. I'm determined to try to find this one place, though.

The halls are really crowded, not that I'm surprised. It's a main hall, so all of the grades are flying down it, trying to get to their new lockers and get ready for the long year ahead. I should be doing the same, but I find myself walking at my usual speed, and not running as if I'm suppose to be sprinting to across the country and back. My locker ends up to be in a smaller hall, not small, but smaller. All of the other students here are probably sophomores, too. I look down at my paper, which tells me the locker combination in the top right. Students always get their schedules and locker information mailed to them about a week before the first day.

It takes me three tries before I get the red locker open, but I eventually swing it open, and put some of the things I've brought away. It's a good, full sized locker, so I have plenty of room. My binders and notebooks are on the bottom, my grey sweater hanging on the hook on the left side, and my black bag hanging on the other side. I pull out my new agenda that they were handing out toward the front, my schedule, my orange pencil bag, and a notebook. The schedule says that my homeroom is room B-3 which is not too far from my locker, and that's good.

I sit down in the back of the room, close to the door so I can leave right away and won't be the last one out. Josh isn't in this class, but some faces are familiar in a way. I might have seen them last year. This is only the second year I've been here, I guess you could say. I started in the middle of last year. When I say the middle, I mean the middle, too. Everyone was already friends, people were dating, the bullies and the victims were obvious, and I was just...there. It took me a month or two, but I found Jeremy. Then Zac, who introduced me to Josh soon after we met.

Jeremy is actually really cool, he plays bass. He's really good, too. Last year he was in a funk cover band, but it sort of flopped after the two years they lasted. Sometimes, I watched them rehearse, which was really fun; they even had me sing for them a few times. I was never a true part of their band, but it felt like it. I'm not the best vocalist around, either, so why does it matter?

Soon enough, more and more people start to fill the classroom. A tall, curly haired boy sits right in front of me, and to be honest, it is really irritating. I tap him on the shoulder and he turns around to face me in his seat. His eyes are a sweet shade of brown, the shade of chocolate I'd like to think. Who doesn't love chocolate? His mini afro is hidden behind a grey beanie, and his nose, well, let's just say it makes me very insecure for a split second. "Excuse me..." I fade off implying I have no clue what his name is.

"Taylor," he responds helping me out.

"Thanks, Taylor, you're tallness is completely blocking my view, not to mention the hair," I explain sounding like a completely rude idiot. I can't help it though, I mean he isn't all so unattractive. I bet a ton of people would act like a rude idiot in front of an attractive stranger.

"It isn't my fault you're tiny," he says with a smile. Wow. He is already one of the kindest people I've ever met, and that wasn't that kind. If he can face me, listen to my rudeness, and say something not so rude back, then man.

"Well it isn't my fault either, you know," I explain. It's true though, it isn't my fault. I certainly didn't tell my parents to make me short. I'm actually very insecure about my height, honestly. I feel like all it does is make me more and more noticeable. Being noticed is the very last thing I'd ever want in my life right now.

"It's okay, I think short people are really awesome..." Taylor says fading off just like I did before.

"Hayley," I respond with a small smile. I like his name. It reminds me of the spring for some reason. Spring is my favorite, too, which is the weird part. "And thanks, but short people have a lot of disadvantages actually, so you're very lucky," Taylor chuckles at my comment.

"That's what the tall people are for, Santa's Little Helper. We help the short people in need of things high on the shelf," he explains with a goofy smile.

"Did you really just call me Santa's Little Helper?" I ask with a surprised look on my face.

"Yes, yes I did," Taylor responds as the bell rings. He turns around and faces the front, but I honestly want to keep talking with him. Who wouldn't though?

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My first class of the day is English. Josh is apparently in the class, because he walks in a little after I do, sitting right next to me in the back with a smile. "Hey Hayley," he says putting his stack of boring school stuff down on the desk next to mine. I smile back and the bells rings, basically warning the class of 23 students not to talk unless they want to get a rough start with our teacher, Mrs. Johnson. She is always in black heels, a tight skirt up to her knees or a dress, her black hair sticking up in odd places, and piercing green eyes that can kill.

I find myself searching the class for Taylor, and my eyes light up when I see his grey beanie toward the back on the room on the opposite side of Josh and I. I don't know why I enjoyed talking to him so much earlier, he just seems so genuine and sweet. "Alright guys, for your projects, you're partners are listed on this sheet of paper," Mrs. Johnson explains sticking it to the white board with a magnet as we approach the final minutes of class. "Remember they are due in exactly two months,"

Josh and I are both holding onto the hope that we are partners, even though we both know that that will never happen. We wait for the crowd of students to die down in the front and go check it ourselves. In the neat, black ink, my name is near the bottom next to Taylor York's. Josh's is next to Alexa Garmen. I should've seen that coming. "Hey, I'll see you later, okay?" Josh tells me as the bell rings.

"Bye," I say waving as he walks the opposite way as I do. Once at my locker, I gather my things for Biology and Taylor shows up three lockers down from mine on the left. "You just can't get enough of short people can you?" I ask him with a soft smile. This guy just seems to be everywhere...

"Well hello to you too," he says. "My new English project partner, huh?"

"I guess so," I respond shutting my locker door and leaning against it looking to Taylor. "I'm not so sure about it though, because one minute we could be working on it and the next I could be in your basement locked up,"

"Well I guess you never know, right? Some people will stab you in the back and ask you why your bleeding," Taylor tells me. He looks down real quick and then back up, as if he's thought of something horrible, or remembered something. I don't want to look into though, it's none of my business.

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