• Lost in Love •

Going Down

Screaming. Crying. Thunder and Lightning. The plane was going down. The engines have failed and there was no time to fix. Over 100 innocents, about to all die, and me along with them. My friend, Lauren, was crying her eyes out and screaming from the bottom of her lungs. I didn't blame her. We hung on to each other, we would not let this end us.
Who am I , you ask?

My name is Taylor, I'm an 17 year old teenage girl. My family died, thanks to my old home burning in ashes. I can't remember who they were or what they looked like. I grew up in a foster home since I was 5 months. Then, when I was 10, I made a new friend, Lauren. She had long, long blond hair and she wore glasses. She was and is beautiful. I hated my family more and more, day after day since I was 9. One time, my foster family let me goto Lauren's for the night. They asked about my family, and told them everything, like how they always abused me, hated me, never made me food, and always verbally and physically hurt me if I got a grade under 93%. They wanted me to be Miss-A+++. Her parents stared at each other and then at me. They asked if I wanted to live with them. Well duh, I accepted. Lauren is more of a sister than a friend. ❤️
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Complete silence. The plane crashed.