Taylor for the Night

Chapter 1 TAYLOR KNIGHT

"Urghhh" I groan, leaning over in bed to turn off my annoying, blaring alarm clock.

I swear one of these days I'm gonna kill that stupid thing.

Yawning, I prop myself up in bed and look at my calendar. Today is finally Friday!

Thank. GOD.

"Hurry up for school, honey! We don't want to be late!" My mom's voice carries loudly throughout the small house.

"Yes Mommy, I am!" I call back as I slowly pull myself out of bed and start getting dressed.

I've got to be the only sixteen year old alive that still calls her mother, "mommy". But I really don't care. She's the only family I've got and I love her to the moon and back. Who cares if the typical teenager is suppose to hate their mother? I'm just different like that and I'm proud of it. Ya know, kinda like the Gilmore Girls. Ever heard of that show? Well, my mom and I have a best friend relationship like that.

In fact, I'm different in a lot of ways and people have always seemed to dislike me or hate me for it.

The snotty girls at school ignore me and gossip about me all the time. In fact, their rumors about people spread faster than their boyfriends' sexually transmitted diseases do....sorry I guess I shouldn't joke about STD's since they are Real things, BUT it's true that's how fast rumors fly at my high school.

Kimmy says the only reason the girls hate me is because I'm younger than them and like different things then they do. But I know full well the real reason behind their hatred for me. It's because I'm a Christian.

And at my school, the majority of girls hate on Christians with a disturbingly deep passion. I have never really understood why. But, when they discovered my 'hidden' faith, they immediately began to find every little thing "wrong" with me that they could. Then they went and made it their job to remind me daily of just how messed up and imperfect I am. As if I don't already know... *Sigh.

I wish I could go to the Private Christian School and make all the teasing and hatred stop, but I have two problems in the way. One being that the closest school is two hours away. The second problem being the high price of tuition. My mom may work hard at her job, but being a single parent sure has it negatives.

And unlike Rory Gilmore, I don't have rich grandparents willing to pay for my tuition. My rich grandparents have never met me once, nor ever even seen a picture of me. And people thought the Gilmore family had issues.

I sigh in defeat and slip on my favorite cozy purple sweater and black skinny jeans. I then finish the look with my grey fuzzy off-brand boots.

I begin to brush my pitch black hair and wish to myself for the umpteenth time that I had blonde hair like Kimmy, Grace or my mom.

Well you see, I look nothing like my mother.

Like I mean NOTHING

She is super pale, with greenish-blue eyes and rather fair blonde hair. While I have naturally tanned skin, black hair, and dark chocolate brown eyes.

My mom says my biological father was part Native American and that I look practically identical to him. If only I could meet my dad, but my mom says that it would never work out. But still I like to imagine that---

"TAYLOR! The bus is here! Now hurry or you're gonna be late! Have you eaten breakfast?"

I grab my backpack, run into the kitchen and grab a banana. I give my mom a huge hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

I run outside just as the bus stops in front of my house.

I looked through one of the windows to see Kimmy smiling and waving as big as she can at me. I laugh to myself and wave back at her.

'Today is gonna be a good day....I hope.'