My Country Mate

Chapter 1

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Taylor

"Taylor get up for school" I groaned not wanting to move a limp. It's been 3 months since my dads death and its been anything but good. Ma moved us from our home in Nashville to this large town/city of WolfSurro.

It was clear that she was running from the pain and hell I was too. I jumped out of bed and went over to my closet. Grabbing my dads favorite belt, my black skinny jeans, my brown cowboy boots. and my lace white crop top.

"Honey breakfast is ready" ma has been constantly trying to make me happy but she can't do that when she's not happy herself. After getting into my cloths I hoped down the stairs grabbing a a piece of bacon, a piece of toast and a glass of pure orange juice.

"Bye mom" she laughed as I tried scarfing the food down my throat. I grabbed my keys and drank my juice down before jumping into my red Chevrolet truck.

The school was only 20 minutes from my house. They called it Wolf High... Strange, I know right. I grabbed my bag and strapped it over my shoulder as I made it to the school. As soon as I hoped out of the truck all eyes were on me. This was not creepy or anything *note the sarcasm*.

"She's hot" daw!

"Human Ew" what?

"Country girl" yessir!

"We need someone down to earth in this snobby school" ok?

I groaned and put my dads cowboy hat on my head. My waist length blond hair fell straight over my hips as I held my head high.

'That it Don't be afraid of these city people'

There school was HUGE bigger than any thing I ever saw in Nashville. Starting to go back on the saying 'Everything's bigger in Tennessee' so maybe not EVERYTHING. I looked around hoping to see the office but no nothing.

"Looking for me sweet cheeks" my head snapped towards the voice. All I saw was his large form advance me. He had a creepy ass smirk written on his face.

"No I was looking for the main office" I snapped slapping his hand away when he tried l touch me. I serious hate to be touched. At all I mean I don't even like when people poke me because their still TOUCHING me.

"Oh well I could take you there" he seemed a little sad by me saying no. What did he expect me to say? Yes I was do me in the bathroom? This is not the 1920's he seriously needs to hangs his mind set about things.