"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair, wipe off that make-up, what's in his despair? So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot, you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me, so gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye, I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry!"
Chapter One – Give Me What I Want.
I suppose they say "everything happens for a reason" for a reason. I also suppose that doesn't make sense to anyone but me. Oh well.
"Darling, you ready?" My dad looked around my room, until he found me, in the corner with my iPod in. "Taylor. C'mon. Your mother would never…" He stopped short of saying "your mother would never be late." And of course, as that saying, that had always been said, was true. I'm only sixteen. My mother had me when she was twenty one. Quite young, I think. But, who am I to judge? She passed away three weeks ago. They still haven't told me how, but, she was becoming ill, and, I could see her hair fall out, slowly, so, I'm pretty sure it was cancer that had her. She passed away, at the mere age of thirty-two. And, sadly, I'm the only one not that bothered by it.
I know, that sounds so… fucking horrible. But, she was such a bitch to me. I had never been what she wanted. I'm a straight A student, but no, still not good enough. Never been in detention, never done drugs, never been drunk, never smoked… but no, I had done all those things according to her. My dad knew all about how she thought that. He knew I was… well, basically, the "perfect" child. Although, I do wish I wasn't.
I had a big group of friends, they all went out drinking. I was part of the "popular" gang, although I hated every single one of them. I just couldn't hang out with people like me, because they hated me. And I've still no idea why.
And, that makes moving the best thing ever. For the first time in a long time, I can listen to good music. Well, good music to me. I had spent three hours looking for my old iPod. I had it when I was fourteen, when my life was not ruled by other people. My Chemical Romance. Oh god. Such a long time ago, I sang along to these with my brother. I miss those days… yet only a year ago…
I need to update this when I get home. But first, mother's funeral. Oh joy.
- Sorry for the short first chapter. I didn't feel the need to write about a funeral to make it longer. From now on, unless it's a small chapter, like this one, the chapter will be split into small parts. Second chapter up soon. Review if you like, and, if someone could message me how old you are in all the American 'grades' and so on, (for schools) that would be amazing. Thanks for reading.