Holly,(A Joe Jonas Story) Would You Turn Me On/ Chapter One: Who's this Holly Person?

There she sat as she did everyday.
Next to her computer doing who knows what.
Holly Baires didn't get many chances to socilize with her friends. She tried her best to live up every moment but its hard when you have to get the law envolved anytime you wanted to make plans.
Holly's parents had been divorced since she was a little girl and was forced to see her insane father every other weekend.(Which ended the day she turnedthe legal age of 14,to choose when or if she was to see her father)She hated her father from the bottem of her heart. He was obusive, and controling. Couldn't ask for a better father if you tried. Right? Well, a few years after her parents divorced, her mother remarried to a man named John and moved away from the small town of Albany, Ga and closer to Atlanta. At the age of six, she was already years ahead of her first grade class. She loved her step father until he got drunk and started hitting people. He had been in jail twice because of this. Once for hitting her older brother, who happens to be three years older then her, in a snack line at a ball game, and a second time for hitting her mother while her new born brother was crabled in her arms.
Each timeher notherbailed him out of jail. Holly remained clueless as to why.
Even though they had been through so much, John had been the closest thing she had ever had to a loving father. When he was sober he spent time with her. He drove her places. He played games with her. He taught her things.
One thing she learned when he was around is her closet was a peaceful get away. A safe state of mind. She had picked up the habit of hidding in her closet when something upset her. When John went on a violent, drunken rampage she hid in the corner of her closet and when John died two years ago from pill over-dosage she cried her eyes out in her closet and wouldn't come out for days. She does it to this day. Even at the age of 16, she still does something that childish. Of course now her closet is propared for her sad days. She has pillows and blankets set all around her closet and is very clean unlike the place she calls a room. She set it up in her middle school days. She was a loner in her earily teen years. Those are also the years when her grades started slipping and her step dad started drinking more frequently.
Her appearence didn't mean much to her back then either so her long blonde hair was often in unfixable knots and she wore what ever passed the smell test. She didn't think appearence was important and that people should like her for who she was. As she grew older she relized her probublem was her appreance. People didn't want to get know her because she smelled. As she cleaned her act (and herself)up. She became liked and more confident. Though it freaked her out how fast it took the guys start flirting with her. It felt as though her confedence was boosted everyday she was at school. She had brought her grades up in her freshman year. Now in highschool she was a heartbreaker. Her warm green eyes seemed to seduce anyone she met. Her now short blonde hair frammed her cute pale face. She was truely born with natural beauty but it just took awhile to shine through.
Even though she was a heart breaker she was still often left bored listening to music at her house. She had often wrote lyrics in her free time but never thought very highly of them, or her singing ability for that matter. She tried to have her friends over as often as possable to keep her entertained. They often ran around her living room screaming lyrics to what ever song they heard on the radio, dancing around like idiots, and making fun of celebrities. On days she's left alone she messes around with her piano. Her border collie, Spunky kept her company on her loney days.
She lives her life as best she can and she puts her pants on the same as everyelse, one leg at a time.