Picture up top is of Taylor----
taylors pov----
"Taylor Enay, get down here right now! If you miss the bus you're going to walk to school!" I sat up and quickly regretted it. My foster mom abuses me and last night she hit me hard. I slowly pulled on my grey skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and my black high-top converse. Standing in front of my mirror i did my makeup which included eye liner, and mascara, and straightened my hair. I picked up my book bag and went downstairs to eat breakfast. "Didn't i say to hurry up! You cant even do that! What a pathetic excuse for a daughter, no wonder your parents abandoned you!" I grabbed my toast and went to the bus stop. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, plugged in my headphones and blasted "better off dead" by sleeping with sirens. I sit in the back of the bus and look out the back window everyday, until We get to school. I got off the bus and went to my locker.
"Did you finish my homework?" Rachel asks. I nod at her and hand her the essay and prompt. She walks away and leaves me alone. I put my stuff in my locker and grab my stuff for first period, art class. My friend Alex comes over to me and we talk for a bit about our nights. He doesn't know about my mom or anything but he's not the person you would expect to see me with. Unlike me Alex is popular, plays sports, and has a lot of friends. We go our seperate ways to first period. Today starts pssas so i have first and second period then testing. I walk into art class and sit down at the back of the room. The teacher hands out our pictures and i finish mine. "Done already, miss. Phields?"
"Yes sir." He grabs my picture and looks it over. He then hands me a packet and explains to me that i will be making a t-shirt. I get out my iPad and look up a picture to draw and put on my shirt. The bell goes off telling me i need to go to second period. Science, YAY! Please note sarcasm. Science is my worst subject and the teacher doesn't like me so i fail this class. Today we are dissecting a starfish.
"Taylor, why dont you work with hayden and jake." The teacher says. I nod and sit beside them. When i finish giving them the answers to our science packet the bell goes off. Time to take the pssas. Yay. I actually like them. Think of it this way, would you rather take a test or listen to the teacher tell you what to do. In all honesty i would rather take the test. After the test the day flies by. Before i know it i am walking up my driveway and into my house. Mom isnt home yet so i have time to get ready. I saved up my money and bought myself a ticket to a Black Veil Brides concert tonight. Mom wouldn't be home until later tonight so i could go and come back home when mom was sleeping. I redo my makeup, grab my phone, and my ticket and leave.
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FanfictionTaylor is 15 years old. She is an abused foster child who wants to get away. One night she meets her idols and gets one of their numbers. Will they be able to save her?