[every story starts some where]
John pulled his daughter, Taylor, into a side hug and kissed her forehead. "don't worry, you'll make new friends.This is going to be a great start to this year." encouraged her dad.
"dad,I was perfectly fine with my old friends." she spat back at her father.The blonde curly head head,swiftly pulled away and walked inside her new house.
"Great...my daughter hates me." he sighed, now feeling himself being hugged from the side by his wife "she'll get over it." she smiled "then she'll hate us for something else." she said now also walking into the house.
John slowly shook his head and smiled a half smile. "this is going to be a long day."
My legs hung off my bare mattress leaving from my thighs up ,to rest on the soft support."why does my dad have to ruin everything?" she thought to herself.Her thought was interrupted by a soft/wet tickle on her leg.She slowly sat up and half smiled at the black lab that was now wagging it's tail at the presents of Taylor. "what do you want, lucky?" she said now scratching his head. "You haven't given me to much luck have you?"
There was a knock on the open the door to Taylor's room "want to unpack?" asked her brown haired mom, who leaned against the frame of the room entrance.
"sure." Taylor agreed as she let attention focus on lucky.
John walked into the now furnished living room.His hands clasped together then started in a rubbing back and forth motion "who's ready for some football?"
"count me out of that." said his wife, Carla, who walked into the kitchen, where she held her own,small,bakery shop.
Football was Taylor and john's thing ,but due to Taylor's non-tolerance to her dad he watched football alone.
Taylor stood in the mirror and stayed still as she applied mascara to her long eye lashes.When she finished she rushed down stairs to her kitchen.Her mother stood there with a smile and a home made muffin, for taylor. "Thanks mom." Taylor said as she took the muffin and headed to the car ,to experience her first day of school at Franklin High.
"bye sweetie." called after Taylor as she leaned against the counter.
Taylor walked across the school yard wearing Blue jeans that was complimented by a soils blue tank top that was covered by a blue striped sweater.
Taylor could seep eyes on her as she entered the doors to the school.A lot of people looked over at her as if they had just seen some famous actress or singer walk in.Taylor wasn't famous--or in a Hollywood way.She was popular in her old school, but nothing more than that.
She stapes into an office that was accompanied by a few boys and two ,who looked to be ,teachers.Taylor was about to take her seat when she heard one of the teachers.
"you must be our transfer student." smiled the elder woman.
"yes ma'am." agreed Taylor.
"Well here is your classes." she handed Taylor a list of teachers and classes. "if you have any questions ,ask your teachers or your peers.
"Thanks." said Taylor, who walked out of the office, to only receive more glances from students who were roaming around the, not-yet-in-session school morning.