Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Seven

I wake up a little earlier than usual so I have more time to spare. I eat very slowly in front of the TV. I am already dressed in my uniform and everything is settled so there's just nothing to do but kill time for about fifteen more minutes.

Dad calls me up so I answer immediately.

"Hey dad, how's life treating you? Better than me, I hope," I say. Dad tolerates my sarcasm much better than mom does so he gets my heat much more often.

"Taylor, you know why we can't always be there," he says. We've been through this far too many times that the digits exceed hundreds.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, I know. How's Italy?"

"It's fine," my dad answers. "But we're no longer in Italy."

"No?"

"No, we're in Barcelona, Spain."

"No way!" I scream. "Dad, you gotta let me go there, that's just —"

"You have school," he reminds.

"Dad, I can skip school, I can literally memorize the whole textbooks. Dad, come on."

Barcelona, Spain, God! I really want to go there, even Ed Sheeran wrote a song entitled Barcelona.

"No, when you graduate highschool, you can travel for a year before college. That's our deal."

I purse my lips together, being reminded of the deal is very unusual for me as I almost forgot about it. But now that I've been reminded, I know dad and I made a deal before school started.

"Okay, okay. I get it," I say. "Anyways, what's the call about?"

"Just checking if you're doing alright," dad says.

"I'm fine." I take a spoonful of egg white and lick my lips. "You and mom?"

"We're good," dad answers. "Listen, we have to go, bye."

"Okay dad—" the call ends. "Love you," I whisper and throw my phone at the side of the couch.

I lick my lips and keep eating, trying to hide off my disappointment. I'm used to it.

I don't finish my breakfast and set it aside on the couch. Time is ticking yet I don't really care. All of a sudden, things just seem all black and white because I started the day in disappointment.

I make clicking noises with my tongue and continue tapping my fingers on the couch.

"Miss Swift, are you ready to go?" Robbie asks.

I don't look at Robbie, I'm not in the mood. "I'm not going to school today," I say.

Before he can ask questions, I stand up and run to my room. I lock the door and play whatever music I can from my laptop. I put my headphones on and lie down. I left my phone downstairs so I'm basically shut out from the world.

I play the memories of the fact that when these sort of days happen, our family friends talk downstairs about me.

"Miss Swift is having a bad day," Robbie would whisper and both Mrs. Cartwright and the assistant maid, Carrie would talk among themselves on how to get me out of my room.

I stare at the ceiling until I realize the door open up. I pull down my headphones and sit up, finally seeing it is Mrs. Cartwright. She's actually one of the few who was successful in getting me out of my room during days like this, fair number of five times among the hundred.

"Taylor," she calls out gently.

Not gonna work.

"Leave me alone to die," I say and schlump myself back to my bed. I actually don't care about school today, I just suddenly want to lie in bed.