heey ! It's goood to see you again!
Sorry for the hold up on Remembering Sunday but I put it on a hituas for while I was on holiday but fear not! I shall be finishing it soon:
Brand newwww:D Hope you likes;
I do not own anything
The bell rang shrilly, the end of class; and term.
I grabbed my bag and slung it over my back as I walked out of the room.
My phone beeped, 'Heeey! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU! I miss you',
It was from my best friend Alex.
I sighed, cutting across the field, I paused and sat down on the hill, hugging my knees.
'I miss you too! Don't replace me' I replied,
'No worries bbz. Impossible'
'nawhh 3'
Okay, I guess we flirted a lot, me and Alex had been friends since we both moved to America when we were 7; but I moved back to England when I was 12.
Encase you're wondering, my names Taylor Johnson, I'm about 5"3, black hair with purple and red tips, green eyes and pale skin, I'm pretty skinny too, but not by choice. I have a lip ring too, I'm called 'emo' but I am simply myself, I'm not sure if I am or not, it doesn't bother me.
Alex Gaskarth is my best friend, even though we live on different continents,
Truth be told, yeah I used to fancy him, but he thought of me as nothing more than a sister- which sucks pretty bad,
'I get to see you soon! 3' Alex texted,
His band All Time Low were going on a tour, and they decided to come a few weeks early to hang with me. I didn't know Jack, Rian or Zack that well, but they all seemed pretty cool.
I got up and started to walk home, my mood dropped at the thought of 'home'.
My mum remarried after my dad left, that's why we moved back here. But the guy was a dick.
He hit my mother and spent most of the time drunk, he acted nice to me, and even if he knew I saw him whack my mum about.
My mum tried to brush it off- saying he is 'going through a bad time', but I'm not the naive 12 year old anymore, after 4 years of this 'bad time' I see no end in sight.
I walked through the door, my mum was cleaning a reddish spot on the carpet, and I refused to let my mind think about where it came from.
"Hi, Taylor, how was school?" She asked, looking up, her lips were swollen and her cheek slightly bruised.
"Fine" I muttered, hurrying up the stairs into my room, the only place seemingly untouched by the violence.
She acted as if nothing happened, even too me, the 'I fell' excuse was over-played.
I dumped my school stuff on my bed and brushed my hair out of its ponytail.
I couldn't wait for Alex to come.
:3 p.s I am still aware off everyone's stuff being blocked/deleted, personally I think this is rubbish so go on DeviantArt and I have an account with stuff on if this at anypoint is deleted, my name is still PandaKatie. :3
We should make a thang and get loads of peoples names to send to and tell them we WANT real people stories to be able to be pulished, I see no harm in this so LETS DO IT!