1989 - Love, Taylor

Chapter 1 - Welcome To New York

Part I

27 March 2016

Well hello there, welcome to the first part of the first chapter in the 1989 series. I'm turning this whole album to a some kind of story. The tracks won't be like the album order, I'm re-arranging it to fit the story I'm making. I'm really new at wattpad, I've never written a story in this website before. I even just made this account like 30 minutes ago, so please bear with my amateurity and my bad english. I hope you like it.

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Welcome To New York

'Our story began in New York City.'

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"Are you sure you only want to bring this much clothes?" The read-head girl put her hands on her hips while looking at the small pile of clothes beside a huge suitcase. "I mean come on, this is New York we're talking about. It's the city worth dressing for, you might as well bring your whole closet."

The skinny blond girl sighed, "Oh Abigail, you know I hate bringing many things while I'm traveling."

"Honey, you're not traveling, you're going to freakin'  live there."

"Yeah, but.."

"No buts, I'll pack your whole damn closet. No complaints." Taylor sighed again and throw herself to her bed, watching her best friend pack her clothes. 

She never imagined this situation. Packing, to leave her hometown. She never left Nashville, this whole small town is like a family to her, never in her wildest dreams she thought about leaving Nashville for a big job in a big city. Last month, she got a job interview from a famous magazine in New York to work as a new editor. She thought she'd never get the job, but three days after the interview, they called and said she got it. She have to fly to New York as soon as possible. 

It was really overwhelming for her. She always loved New York, the vibe, the pretty buildings. But she never ever thought that she could actually go and even work there. 

She was born on December 13 1989, on Reading, Pennsylvania. Their family moved to Nashville when she was 13, and although she loved the city, she doesn't really love the people. Since middle school, she was disliked by her friends because she was so called 'weird'. Her fluffy and curly blonde hair, her tall and skinny body, and her love for country music made her stand out of her basic friends. She never had close friends, not until high school. One day, on the freshman year, she sat beside a red-head named Abigail on chemistry class, and soon enough they're best friends. Abigail has been on Taylor's side since then, helping each other through their first heartbreak, home works, gossiping, sleepovers, obsessing over Tim McGraw and even packing her things when she's going to pursue her career in a huge city.

Thirty minutes later, Abigail zip close the suitcase and stare at it withsatisfaction.

"There, all set." She smiled, "Go rest, the plane is 6AM, you don't wanna miss it."

Taylor stands up, eyes full of tears, and let herself fall in Abigail's arms. "I don't wanna leave all this, I'm not ready." She said, sobbing.

"Well, if you're gonna act like this whenever you'll go somewhere new, you'll never be ready." Said Abigail, stroking Taylor's back.

"I'm gonna be homesick, I'll miss Nashville, you, Mom and Dad, Austin, everyone and then I'll buy myself a ticket home."

"God, Taylor. Socialize then, it won't be that bad."

"What if they won't like me?" Ask her, still sobbing.

"Find yourself a boyfriend, or a freakin' cat." Taylor laughs and wipe her tears.

"Okay, okay." She started  to smile. "Promise me you'll miss me everyday?"

"Don't be like a twelve years old, for goodness sake."

They both burst into laughter and now, things doesn't seems so bad anymore to Taylor.

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One last hug. Her mom was crying in proud tears, her dad was smiling sadly because her little girl is going away for the first time, and Abigail was in tears too because she know she's gonna have her best friend miles away from now. Taylor, surprisingly isn't bawling her eyes out, she excitedly hugged everyone and hops around like she's a rabbit exploring the garden.

The speaker called for the second time for the plane passanger to get in. 

"Well, that's me." She said, smiling. "Goodbye, ya'll. I'm gonna miss everyone. Tell Austin I'll miss him too."

"Be safe out there, okay?" Says her mom, still crying.

"Buy a cat, will you?" Says Abigail in a smirk.

Her dad approach her and hand her a guitar pick, "Here, for luck. We'll send your guitar tomorrow. Safe flight, kid."

Taylor accept the guitar pick and laughed, she hug her dad and said thank you. And before the speaker called for the third time, she ran in and sighed nervously. 

"You'll be fine." She whispered to herself.

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Well that's the first part of the first chapter, how'd you like it? I know it's too short and maybe there's too many grammar mistakes, but I promise I'll learn and improve. I'll try to update as soon and as often as possible.

Love,

Freya