Hit With Reality; m.e. *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter One: "Live long and prosper."

Hey guys.  So, this my first fan fiction.  So bear with me.  I hope you guys like it.

Tommy's P.O.V.

"Tommy, hurry up and say goodbye to everyone before we miss our flight." My 'lovely' sister Taylor yelled to me, sounding clearly annoyed, as she lazily sits on her suitcase on her phone while she stalks her ex on Instagram. I roll my eyes as I turn to face my two rad friends by the names of Sabrina and Frankie.

Ok, hello young grasshoppers my name is Tommy. I know what you're thinking; why in the world would someone name their FEMALE child Tommy. Its ok my parents aren't that cruel. My real name is Tamera but in fully honesty I prefer Tommy any day. But anyways since we are past all that, let me catch you all up with what is going on. My 19 year old sister and I moved in with my dad and my step monster because my parents are divorced and at the time my dad had custody of me but not anymore now refraining to the key word "had."

Now we have to move in with my mom who is currently living in L.A... So we all know what that means, yep new school and new people to be annoyed by. Even though school has already started and the cliques of high school have already been established, my dad says I'll get along fine with everyone.

 Because I'm your average 17 year old girl with dirty blonde hair that is not to long yet no to short, with my bluish green eyes and apparently 'charming tom-boy personality'. But it's not me I'm worried about, it's my sister Taylor.

Sure she is 19, but she is pretty stubborn. I know what you're thinking, 'why would a 19 year old move in with their mom?' Well thing there is that Taylor is the type who can't exactly hold a job so she still acts like she is a 17 year old who has no choice in the matter. But in this situation the 17 year old happens to be me.

Taylor has brown hair and hazel eyes. Yeah I know, "typical tumblr girl." But don't let her flawless smile and country bumpkin accent fool you. She is the epitome of the white girl in every scary movie that dies first. Let's just leave it at that.

Now back to reality, right now my sister is impatiently waiting on me by the door while talking to my dad and the wicked witch of the west, as I'm saying my farewells to my two closest friends while in the living room.

As I look back at Frankie and Sabrina, I noticed sadness in their eyes as Sabrina started to tear up. I engulf them into a huge bear hug. "Please don't leave us," Frankie whimpered as I pulled away. "I have to butter bean, I'm really sorry," I say lifting up his chin a little, in a friendly way. "Y'all will be okay without me. So just stay strong you guys,"I fake smile without realizing a tear streaming down my cheek. "We will stay strong as long as you do too." Sabrina says while glancing down at my left wrist which is covered in bracelets.

"I will I promise." I choke out now really crying. They give me one more hug as I grab my bag and head towards where my sister is sitting at. As I walk up I cough so that their conversation will stop and we will finally leave. But of course my dad didn't notice my presence and they just carried on talking about how much fun Taylor and I will be having in L.A... "Okay, I'm ready to go."I say butting in.

"Finally." Taylor mumbles under her breath.

 I give my dad one last hug as he whispers the cliché 'I love you' and 'I will miss you'. I pull away and look at my step mother aka Curella De Vil and engulf her into a forced hug as she gives me a smile that is dripping with fakeness and obviously too much lipstick as she whispers something that only I am able to hear.

"I'm so happy that I won't have to see your ugly face anymore." Yeah that lowered myself of steam a little bit but I was so used to it that it didn't really faze me as much. I shook it off and looked back at my friends and then back at my sister. Taylor then hugs dad one last time then walks out the door bag in hand heading to the car. I picked up my bag and walked out the door of the house. I put the bag in the backseat and got in the passenger side.

I rolled down the window to see my dad and bozo the clown standing in the door frame as I see my friends about to head to their houses. "Live long and prosper," Sabrina yelled as she got in the driver side of her car. "Don't worry boo I got this," I yelled back. "Yeah Sabrina, don't worry the force is strong with this one." Frankie yelled making sure I can hear him, as he responds to Sabrina and gets into the passenger side of the car.

I slightly laughed at his response as I rolled my window up. Then Taylor cranked up the old minivan and pulled out the driveway and headed towards the Atlanta airport.

The car ride was rather silent except for the occasional duet of a Beyonce song. This was fun because my sister is always there for me, yet she doesn't know about the hate I got from the evil queen herself back in Georgia. But that's in the past now and I'll never have to see ole Hagetha for awhile.

As we arrived at the airport we waited for a good 30 minutes until I heard our announcement. "Flight 37 to Los Angles now boarding."

I then stood up and woke up Taylor who was peacefully asleep in the chair next to me. "Time to get up weirdo, our plane is boarding." She then let out a slight groan and stood up as we headed to the plane.

As we found our seat on the plane, I sat in the window seat as Taylor sat in the aisle seat leaving a seat in the middle of us.

As I stared out the window at the corner of my eye I finally caught someone about to sit in between Taylor and I. It was a tall boy with the brown hair and brown eyes.

He sat down and noticed me studying him. "Hi," the unknown boy said while breaking me out of my trance. "Oh, sorry, hello fellow human," I said waving back at him. He chuckled and shook his head a little. I have to admit this boy could turn a lesbian hetero any day. 

"I'm Shawn by the way, Shawn Mendes." He says reaching out his hand referring for me to shake it. I accepted the offer as I said, "I'm Tommy, Tommy Patterson, nice to meet you Mr. Mendes." "Tommy?" he said with confusion in his voice. "Yeah, my real name is Tamera, but I prefer Tommy."  I respond bluntly.

"I like that, it's unique. And I love your accent by the way." He says while smirking and giving me a wink. I just roll my eyes playfully and nudge him. Then right as I was about to say something I was interrupted by a snore coming from Taylor who is now sound asleep in her aisle seat.

Shawn jumps a little and says, "Who is that." while pointing to her and also trying hold back a laugh. "That thing right there is known as a Taylor, it's a fairly rare species," I say while laughing. "And also it happens to be my sister," I say. "Oh cool, I have a friend named Taylor. He's pretty weird himself." He says chuckling. "Coolio," I say smiling a little.

We talked for about a good ten minutes. I found out that he is from Canada and that he was visiting some family down in Atlanta and that he is also trying to become a singer. Then the plane started to take off and after that I just put in my headphones and looked out the window once again. As I sat there, I said to myself, 

'Goodbye Georgia and hello L.A...'

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I hoped you guys liked it so far. 

So "live long and prosper," my young flower children. 

Peace.