BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"AWW C'MON!!!" Taylor looked over at her alarm, it read 6:30 AM. "Why this early?" She had just moved to Las Angeles and was starting a new high school. But for a split second, she noticed the date said Saturday. "Fucking Saturday?!?! MOOOOM!!!!!!"... no response. "That's right, I moved out for a reason." She looked over at her calendar, the date said August 24, right below it said open house. "Oh yeah, school tours, woopdie friken doo." And started her morning routine. She sat in bed for a half hour to see if any Youtubers uploaded anything over night, cause that's a thing that happens. YouTube had only just become a new thing, so not many people were making videos. Evolution of dance made her laugh though no matter how many times she watched it. Grease lightning and the ommpaloompa song were her favorites to dance along to. She went through her notifications on her kindle, which was always a lot and by 7 she new she had to get up. "Why does open house have to be same hours as actual school?" As she got into the shower, she played her music on Spotify, her shower playlist. Which was really just all of her music. She always started with a certain song, Bills Bills Bills by Destiny's Child. She loved it and it had a message; never borrow money unless your paying it back or you really need it. Don't be a gold digger.

*Play now!*

She started humming, which lead to singing.

"You trifalin, good for nothin type of brother, silly me why haven't i found another." Then it turned to singing her damn heart out. " CAN YOU PAY MY BILLS CAN YOU PAY MY TELEPHONE BILL-" Ding ding ding.

*You can stop it now*

Stupid phone. How dare you disrupt my glorious voice. She actually auditioned for Americas Got Talent, but didn't get very far. She finished her vocals and her forgotten shower and turned off the water. She wrapped a tower around her body and in her hair, leaving her music on. Walking out of the bathroom Taylor checked her phone. "JORDAN!!!" Jordan was Taylor's old elementary school friend, who she hadn't heard from in years. They stayed in touch on twitter and stuff but not ever like texting or even calls. "Missed call? Why is she calling me out of random?" She decided to call her to find out whats up.

Ring ring ring

"Hello?"

"Jordan?!"

"Hey Tea whats up?"

"I thought I would ask you the same thing. Why this call right out of random?"

"I heard you were moving to L.A, true?"

"I'm actually already here, about a week today."

"Wow you move fast. Why didn't you tell me? I thought we had a deal?" I had to sit and remember. Deal... I thought so hard it looked like I was contemplating life. "4th grade, near the end of the year, we made a pact and or deal?" ... " WE WERE GONNA MOVE TO L.A TOGETHER!!?!?!?!?"

"Oh thaaaaaaat deal. I remember now."

"Yeah. Hey, why did you move anyway?" I knew she wanted to know, but she could tell i was resistant. "I have all morning till school?" She took online school so she had an hour on Saturdays at 8. "Please? I can help you if you open up."

That broke me. I told her about my alcoholic parents and the beatings and me calling the police on the last day of freshman year because things had gotten intense, and how the police said I could either move away and live in the same town as my brother or I could stay but live in a foster home. No matter what I liked the first option better. So her brother Alex and her agreed to move to Las Angeles. Taylor was crying now, but not enough for Jordan to notice. How could all of this have gone so wrong?

"Whoa dude, would you like some comfort? I live sort if close so i could drive out their right now. Its called ditching school, or bringing my laptop."

"No its fine, maybe later. I need to get ready for open house for my new school."

"Nervous?"

"Phfff no. Of course not! #Obvious sarcasm is obvious" We said our goodbyes and our call you laters and I went on with my morning. Almost forgetting I was still in my towel I got up from my bed and looked straight into her closet. My clothes were all either one size to big or one size to small. Taylor was slightly over weight, but was reminded of it literally everyday. With all of the fat and ugly comments, she only had three friends. Kaliegh, Audrey and Holly. And they all lived in her old town, even though it was only like a mile away, it felt like forever away. She pulled on a pink sort of long sleeve with the number 9 on it since it was chilly and a pair of bell bottom jeans. She dried her hair long brown hair that looked like it would start to get curly and managed to pull a brush through it, put on a light coat of concealer and blush and a bit of her favorite chap stick, cherry Pepsi cause it tasted great and it turned her lips a slight shade of red without lipstick. She looked at the time on her phone, 7:45. She needed to be their by 8:15. As she was pulling on a stitch jacket with little ears at the top, she stopped and noticed a package at her doorstep. From... her old address? "Mom? Eh this won't take long."

Taylor's POV:

Why was this here, I swear to god if their is a bomb in here I am soooo not going to be happy. I grabbed a knife and cut open the duck tape. And what do you know, under all of the super fun bubble wrap i was going to pop after I got back was all of my old music Cd's. From Michael Jackson to Pat Benetar to The Beatles. I was wondering where those went. I pulled them out and studied them carefully. No drugs hidden in any of them. Good. Their was a note. "I'm sorry I know we can't get you back, hoping you could take your past and through it away for us but I know that can't happen. Enjoy your classics. Love mom. Thanks mom." I put away my music realizing the time. "Shit! Its 8!" I grabbed a CD and ran out the door with Michael Jackson and her keys. I started up he car and sped down the driveway. I had to pull over and look up the directions and i sped off to find the school. The parking lot was almost filled except for a few spots. I found one that would fit my little KIA and hopped out running. Just as I reached the gates, the bell rang. I ran to the office and quickly got my schedule. My first class was history with Ms. Wingles. Okay after that HOUR of torture of just introductions, the second bell rang... WTF SPECIAL EDUCATION!!!??? MY SECOND CLASS WAS SPECIAL FUCKING ED. WHY???!!!! Wait... this sound familiar... Oh, that stupid math test i failed that would determine where i went next year. So I wasn't in their for the wrong reason. I was in their to be helped. Okay I feel soooo much better.

After that little panic attack I heard the warning bell. "Crap." I ran to the classroom and awkwardly walked in. It was silent and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was staring at me. The teacher Mrs. Sheavite decided it would be a great idea for me to introduce myself while I was still standing in the door way. I finally said my name and looked for an empty seat. Only one seat left, in the very back next to a emo looking kid, but blonde. As I walked back everyone snickered. I couldn't tell if it was at me or the kid I had to sit next to. I took my seat and kind of zoned out staring at my new classmate. He had blonde-ish shoulder length hair, a little bit curly at the ends. He was sort of slim but you could tell he had gotten it surgically removed due to little parts of his skin showing some bumps. You could also tell he just got braces out. As I looked closer, his eye looked a little, purple on the outsides. And his hand had cuts all over it. He must have noticed I was looking, because he pulled up his sleeve on his coat. I looked him in the eye, it's like I was mystified. What was it about him that made my stomach feel weird. Cut it out! School hasn't even started and I don't even know his fucking name.

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Hey guys I hoped you like my first chapter if my book. Special shout outs to my friend and fellow user Kaliegh, her name is Winterfrosting. Also shout out to my friends Jordan, Audrey and Holly. I promise no more authors notes. Only if needed.