a letter you will never receive

a new life

it's been a year since my mom passed away, and i still don't know why she did. my dad won't talk to me about it or let me talk with anyone that could give me answers. it's all weird isn't it?

we moved away from our old house 2 months after she passed and moved in into a new one next to the beach in Malibu.

all i could think about was my mom, my friends and my school.

my new school.

i mean, i could also go to my old one but that would be too much driving. so i decided to go to a new one.

Katy & Mona are still in my old school trying to convince their parents to go to the same school as i do but the problem is, that this is a private school and they can't afford it.

tomorrow is my first day, i'm really nervous but also excited. i signed up for art class which was not available in my old school.

i hope everything turns out right.

- the next morning-

"Tayla? Tayla wake up! You will come late to school"

that was my dads voice. i couldn't hear it anymore. as much as i was excited to go to my new school and meet new people, i really wanted to just lay in bed and cuddle with snow.

"hey- he- snow stop" snow started to lick my face and slightly scratching my arms making me wake up

"alright alright"

"i will wake up .."

i open my eyes and see snow in front of me meowing.

"good morning snow, today is a new day and a brand new chapter in my life"

after a few cuddles with snow i get up and go to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth

"why do i have to put on this school uniform? .. oh yeah. private school."

i dress up and do my make up and go downstairs to see my dad yelling at one of his employees on his phone

"no you listen to me now, that's not how it works you have to respect me and know who is the boss-"
"oh hey honey, how did u sleep?"

"i slept good i guess, why are you yelling"

he hangs up the phone and turns around to me handing me in a sandwich

"i bought you this this morning, i hope you like it. it's from a store called subways"

i started giggling a bit taking my sandwich and looking at him "you mean subway?"

"yeah whatever. anyways. Ken is outside waiting for you, hurry up or you will come late to school"

ken is our personal chauffeur. he is really nice, but he doesn't talk a lot which makes things really awkward in the car.

"alright um.. well i see you then later i will go now bye "

i take my bagpack and go outside and see ken waiting for me in his suit holding the car door open

"good morning miss sevioné"

"hey ken, good morning" i say while taking my seat in the car