Chapter Two
•Taylor's Point of View•
July 16th, 2013
I had run home and thankfully had just it home in time. I re-locked the door and put my phone in the music dock, making it as if I haven't left. My drink was upstairs in my room waiting for me, I had a couple of dishes left to be put away so I let that be my way to get out of trouble.
The door was unlocked and I knew my mom was home from work, she starts work at 7 AM but get's home at 1 PM on weekdays, she's a news reporter and she does the morning and afternoon weather report. She only has to do the afternoon weather thankfully on weekends.
"I'm home Taylor!"
"Uh-huh, Just finishing the dishes like the wonderful daughter I am," I said rocking out to the current Rihanna song that was playing.
"You really actually got out of bed to do chores?" My mom asked baffled.
"Barely, but I managed." I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh and Hannah's mom just called me saying how Hannah came home from Starbucks really mad. Do you know why?" My mom asked raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, So maybe I went out of the house. But, I didn't want to ditch Hannah yet again so I went. I knew you were in traffic so I didn't want to disturb you, so, I left and Hannah was really bossy all day and she finally told me I was annoying or whatever. So, I stood up for myself and left for home and now I'm here doing the dishes."
"You know how I feel about you leaving the house Taylor, Dammit!" My mom yelled rolling her eyes.
"I didn't want to tell Hannah no yet again." I pleaded trying to reason with my mom.
"Well you could've re-scheduled until I was home." My mom said with a frown upon her face.
"I can't just not have a social life! I'm fourteen and you won't even let me out of your sight!" I yelled, know I'm fourteen and I'm still technically a kid. But, all of my other friends can leave their houses when they please.
"Don't you talk to me like that, young lady!" My mom threatened furious.
"I'm so done right now." I said grabbing my phone, and walking up the stairs to my room and grabbing my acoustic guitar to calm myself. I always could count on my acoustic guitar. I took a couple of deep breaths before randomly playing it, I loved watching people finger-pick, I was absolutely obsessed so I always tried things even if they didn't work I tried them, It was always worth a shot.
Everything was worth a shot.
I saw my cotton candy drink on the dresser and took a couple more sips of it, when I had yelled at my mom I was honestly being reasonable, She never lets me out of her sight. I can't go to parties with my friends, I'm forced to stay home when Hannah asks me to go somewhere, I have to stay at school for lunch so my mom knows where I am, I'm fourteen and i'm getting sick of being left behind, or being bossed around. The one day I go with my friend she thinks she can boss me around which she knows I don't put up with that.
But even I do admit to acting weird. Ellie Goulding had never attracted me like she did earlier, why I even had the thought of going to a concert in the first place was stupid. My thoughts had been tearing me apart earlier and they didn't need to, I wasn't going to that concert and that was final. Maybe going to my first concert was- no i'm not going to that concert.
I scratched my head a bit before getting up off my bed that I had been sitting on when I took a couple sips from my caffeinated beverage.
I looked out my window, opening it, letting the nice summer breeze of Seattle hit me, how I loved Seattle.
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