How I "Died"

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Have you ever wondered who'd show up at your funeral after you died; who would cry over you? Who would wish they'd expressed their feelings to you in regret because they were too scared? I know I have... Being 14 years old, I haven't experienced much yet in life; I haven't even had my first kiss. I've fallen in what I think is love, told somebody I loved them and dreamed of fantasies that I knew would never happen; but I've never done anything AMAZING. This is because I live the busy life of my "star" family ; me, sister, my brother and my parents.

Cody's the oldest. He's very handsome, he gets all the girls. Probably because he's the totally hot star quarterback at Millington High. He's already got 10 amazing collages wrapped around his finger. The scouts love him! Then there's my sister Hope. She's a model, singer and actress. She's absolutely beautiful! She's been featured in so many different magazine, opened for so many singers at concerts and she's even guest-starred on my favorite TV show, Pretty Little Liars. I wish I could live up to the potential of her, but that will never, ever happen.

Cody and Hope are little clones of my parents, beautiful, talented and just overall perfect people... Then there's me. I'm Taylor-Destiny. I'm the "fail" of my family. Instead of being some super-talented football player or a gorgeous sensation, I'm a hip-hop dancer. Yup, that's right, a hip-hop dancer. None of my friends know that my passion is hip-hop, or that I even dance; this is because I'm the captain of Millington High's soccer team. I'm scared to tell my friends... I don't want them to see me as some "trashy" hip-hop dancer when my siblings and parents are perfection. I'm blessed with the talent of being an amazing soccer player, but that's just not my passion; hip-hop is. But that's nothing. I have a story; the cops didn't know where I was, who I was with, neither did my family. I was missing for over 6 months, hiding. I didn't know it would turn into some huge story all over the news or that people would care so much. So much could happen in a second, minute, day, week, month or year, but little did I know this would all happen. This is why I'm here, to explain my thoughts, feelings and my story, the story of  How I "Died."

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