The superstar

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*T A Y L O R*

I sat in bed on a Sunday night looking at the ceiling fan go round and round and round. I heard it click every 4 seconds. It was so annoying but I got used to it over the 11 years I've lived in this room.

"Taylor! Dinner!" My mom yelled making me shot you from bed.

I growled and walked out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good. Your down here." My mom smiled.

"Yup. I'm here." I roll my eyes while I sat down in my usual seat. I hate being the only child. I get ALL the attention and it's so boring at this house. I can't wait until college. 3 more years to go. That's long in my opinion. My high school life is a pain in the ass. I get bullied, I'm the most weird and smart girls in the whole school from what I heard all around the school.

The only thing good about high school, is Selina. My best friend in the whole world. She's been there for me since day one. I could t ask for anyone else as a best friend.

I laid my head down on the table and ignored everything that my parents were babbling about. I didn't even know or care about why they were talking about.

"Taylor!" Suddenly, I heard my mom yell right in my ear.

"What?!"

"Come and get your plate!" She yelled holding a big plate full of food that I wasn't hungry for but I got up and grabbed it anyway.

"Ahem." My mom started. "You didn't say thank you." My mom out her hands on her hips with a sassy look.

"Thanks." I say quietly and sat back down.

My mom and dad sat at the table and started gobbling down there food but all I did was play with my food with my fork.

"Honey? Stop playing with your food and eat." My mom sassed, stopping the conversation between her and my dad.

"I'm not hungry." I start to yell.

"Eat!" My mom raised from the table putting her hands strain down on the table looking at me with a red face. I've never seen her like this.

I started to cry and got up from my seat to make my chair fall to the ground and ran upstairs to my room and cried more.

I sobbed in my pillow like all girls do when they get their heart broken but for this, I got my heart broken my my mom. Which never happens.

"Taylor?" My mom said quietly outside my door. "Can I come in? Please?"

"No!"

She came in anyway and I knew she would. Every time I'm mad at my mom and slam my bedroom door and cry, she always wants to come in and she doesn't listen to what I want to say and want her to do.

"Honey." She came to my bed and sat down. "I'm so sorry for raising my voice. I just got mad. You changed over the past days and you haven't been the same." She said.

I raised up from bed and looked at my mom. "I've changed?!" I yelled.

"Yes. I'm not taking that back. You did change. You haven't been yourself yet and I miss the old you. I love you so much sweetie and I really want to know what's on your mind." She said.