Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction(Yay). Please review. Feel free to make suggestions. Your comments will be highly appreciated!

This is a Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas fanfiction ...There isn't a category for this so I chose the Camp Rock one since Demi is a recurring character.

Here are some of the characters of the story: Taylor Swift, Ashley Tisdale, Zac Efron, Demi Lovato, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Taylor Lautner… All the characters are 17 and they are in their final year of high school!


Prologue

There was a car, its hood broken. The tiny metal pieces scattered around it. The police said it crashed into the bridge. The familiar silver Volvo was hanging at the edge, threatening to drop it into the cliff.
I saw my father on a gurney, wrapped in a white blanket. His face covered with dried blood. The doctors said he didn't make it. The crash caused him internal bleeding. I ran to him, pushing my restraining mother away. I held his injured hand, tears overflowing my face.
"I love you." I said.

2 years later

I woke up feeling groggy. My throat dry and my body ached like a boulder had dropped on it.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. As always, I wake up feeling sad and alone. And it doesn't help if you only got 4 hours of sleep.

"Taylor! Get up! You're going to be late." My mother's voice rang in my hurting ears.

I got up and stared at the mirror on the bathroom. A girl with her curly, blond hair wildly on her face was staring back. My skin was pale and my eyes were blue. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went back in the room

It was the start of senior year. Great, back to the dump they called High School. I'm so glad it's my last year there. It's already in the middle of the semester. This is going to be the worst day of my life. But hell, who am I to choose? I say it every day.

You see I'm pretty much a loner. I spent my days in my dull boring room, listening to music. I barely smile. I avoid people and they avoid me. I have the tendency of talking complete and utter nonsense around people, so to save myself from misery I just seal my lips! I'm a lone wolf and a sore loser. But in the words of my oh-so loving mother, an Emo girl who can't get over the fact that she's all alone.
I wasn't always like this. But I wasn't a girly girl either. I was simple and plain.
But as they say, everything can change.

I put on my blue t-shirt and faded skinny jeans with a black Converse shoes and a jacket. Then brushed my hair and picked up my bag. I never dress up. I looked at my reflection. There were bags under my tired eyes. Hmm, maybe I can put some make-up on it? Nah, never mind

Somehow my thoughts led back when it was the first day of freshman year. My father was staring at me while I braided my hair. He said, "Sweetie you look so beautiful." Then I laughed and said, "You're such a liar!" In his defense he said "It's what parents do, sweet Taylor."

A tear threatened to drop on my face.

"Taylor!" my mother's squeaky voice echoed through the walls.

I got down stairs and there stood my mother. Her blonde hair curled and she was dressed in a waist high pencil skirt and a loose blouse tucked under it. Her make-up was very complex. It highlighted her high cheekbones and blue eyes just like mine. She looked like a queen. Huh. She rarely wears this kind of stuff. She must be up to something.

I always get this funny feeling whenever I notice my mothers radiant beauty.

I'm not beautiful.

Two words: low self-esteem

"Taylor, how many times have I told you, be prompt. You're always late. That will never help you. You are a young lady and in your last year in high school. Next year you'll be in college and after 4 years you will start a job. You be careful around boys. Teen pregnancy is a very..."

I zoned out. I'd much rather choke myself to death than listen to my mom, Andrea, rant about money, work, boys, and teen pregnancy. She already gave this speech last year.

"Taylor! Are you even listening to me?"

I rolled my eyes and changed the topic.
"Why are you so dress up?"

"Oh," she looked surprised. "I have this co-worker who is so delectable, but he doesn't want to admit that he likes me."

"So you're going to seduce him to death?"

"No. I'm going to seduce him until he agrees to have a date with me."

Poor guy probably doesn't know what's in store for him.

She just started working last week and already she's going to wiggle her hips until the man asks her out.

Oh I hope the boss doesn't fire her.

My mom has been a flirt since my dad died of a car crash 2 years ago. That's when I had decided to build an invisible wall around me, shielding me to be alone in my own little world.

We just moved here. We have been moving a lot because of mom. She wanted to try new things at new places. I don't even get it. Why try something new when you have your save harbour at home?

Well even though we move a lot, my mom always gets a decent job. Why? Well because she's really good. Professionally.
"I'll be going now." I said and stepped outside.

The clean air of Nashville swept against my face, twirling my hair in its way. I took a turn and another. I still couldn't find the school. I walked more for about five minutes then I gave up. I had no sense of direction whatsoever. How am I going to get to school now?


Chapter 1 done :) Hope everybody liked it. Major credit goes to Cleo.

Joe will be making his appearance later on in the story - the story is told mainly from Taylor's point of view.

Thanx for reading!