This is not the life.

Ch.3

~Still Taylor POV~

Once we had our little concert in my car we went into my house drive-way and my dad's car was in the drive-way also....woo-hoo *note sarcasum*.

As me and my slow friends got out of my car we went into my house when I unlocked the door.

"Dad?!" I called out

"In the kitchen!" He replied

"Come on guys" My friends followed me into the kitchen where my dad was sitting at the table with a woman.

"Taylor. You finally came home"

"I had to stay extra to help the little ones." I opened the frige ignoring the woman.

"Well this is Kim. We're dating." He said with a smile.

Now I'm happy for my dad and all but I think he's falling off because mom left. This 'Kim' lady is your typical african american woman. She was my skin tone, short, long black hair and pretty hazle eyes.

"Figures." I mummbled under my breath. I grabbed 4 water bottles and handed one to each friend.

"And those are her friends. Caitlyn, Dylan and Christan." He pointed to them as he said their names.

"Its very nice meeting you all" She said with a smile on her face. Its something off about her and I'm gonna figure out what it is.

"we're gonna be upstairs in my room packing if you need anything" I wasn't trying to be mean to the woman but it was something off that I didn't like.

We went upstairs into my room and Dylan locked the door behind him.

"That was kinda mean Tay" Chris said as he ploped down on my bed.

"Ehh...Its something off about her if you ask me" Caty said as she sat down in my computer chair and started to spin around like she was crazy.

"Somebody understands my point of view. Stop spinning before you end up buying me a new one." She stopped spinning and playfully glared at me.

"I thought she was nice" Dylan said. He sat next to me by my window.

We all looked at him as if he was crazy.

"What?" He asked getting all defensive.

"Don't get your panties in a wad. We all know something off about that lady BUT you." Caty stated.

Dylan nodded understanding perfectly fine.

"Come with me to get the boxes." I said and got up.

Dylan was right behid me. We walked downstairs past my dad and his little "friend".

"Dad where are the rest of the boxes in the basement?!" I yelled behind myself.

"Behind the box labled "Fragile"" He replied back.

We walked downstairs and went to the back of the basement. I love my basement it has my dance studio in it and it has my dad's music studio right next to it. Me and Dylan used to come down here all the time and just make up more dances or act like we don't have any smarts. I wish I went to school with him, caty and chris....you guessed it right people I'm home-schooled. I don't have a problem with it either. I mean yea I gave up prom and all the homecomings but I just really wanna be a hip-hop dancer. Hip-Hop is my life and will forever be until I die. But my dad has different ideas apparently.

"I think I found them!" Dylan called me over. I made my way through the maze of boxes and finally found him.

"Grab a lot. I have lots of stuff." I said grabbing two arm-fulls of boxes.