A/N- Hey yall, I know this is a really short chapter, but they will be longer in the future, I promise
What About Angels?
"Hey Tay… Will you come here for a sec?" my dad (technically step dad, but who cares about technicalities anymore?), Richard, called from the tiny, pale, living room of our four bedroom trailer.
"Um, yeah, one minute" I replied, shutting the black silky laptop that lay in the middle of my bedroom floor. I trudge to the living room, slowly but surely. "What'd you need?" I ask, leaning against the paper covered walls, that were stained it small handprints of Cheeto's due to my little sister.
"Just got off the phone with Doug, were going on a fishing trip in a few weeks, do you wanna go? Plus Garrett will be there" He informed me, exaggerating the name of my ex-crush, Garrett.
"Sure! We haven't been fishing in awhile, and we haven't seen Doug in awhile… win, win. Now if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of a test, but let me know the details when you get them" I replied, now excited for what's to come. I played it off that I was excited to see my uncle, Doug, but I was actually really excited to see Garrett after these years, a lot more than I should be.
Now, you're probably wondering who Doug is, or who Garrett is, or who I am… etcetera. Allow me to explain. My name is Taylor Philips, I'm 13, and my life is pretty fucked up. Doug is my 'uncle', not really but it's the thought that counts. My family has known him for almost four years now, through a friend who is no longer my friend, that's how stuff works now. And Garrett is a friend, who I haven't talked to in three years, he's pretty hot (the last time I saw him), and almost 17. I used to have the worlds biggest crush on him, until we moved to Texas.
I've moved a lot, by my count, I think nine times in the past three and a half years. Really long story. But my family isn't military, this economy just sucks.
And this is a sliver of my life, trying to fit into a story.