Fly to the Dream.

Chapter 1 ~ Where it all begins.

Author's note: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this story I've created! (:

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19th of July 2006

"DADDY DADDY DADDY!!"

Taylor looked everywhere around the house but couldn't seem to find her dad, "Dad? Father? Michael Davidson..? Heheh!"

Out of no where Michael picked her up and put her on his shoulders.

"When was the last time you called me Michael Davidson?" Asked her dad.

"Never.. Hehe!" Said Taylor as she started blushing.

"Good then you shouldn't call me that, i like 'daddy', people call me Michael when I'm at work and I just hate it."

"Why don't you tell them to call you daddy then?" Asked Taylor as Michael took her off his shoulders and tucked her into bed.

"I'm not their daddy! Oh sweetheart I love you." He gave her a peck on the forehead.

"I love you more daddy!" Said Taylor.

"How could you though? I've been on this earth longer than you, so I must love you more" said Michael.

"Just because you have lived longer doesn't make a difference, when you were 6 I wasn't alive!" Said Taylor as she began to close her eyes and drifted off to sleep..

"Oh it does to me my dear." Michael kissed her on the check this time and closed her bedroom door.

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The next day Taylor woke up feeling awfully tired and sick, she went down stairs to see her mother in the kitchen making her favourite breakfast; pancakes.

"Hi darling, how are you feeling today?"

Taylor said "Sick Mum, it must of been because I was wearing summer pj's last night!" As she sat down at the dinner table.

"Haha! Naw darling! I won't send you to school today then, you do look a little feverish. A cold may of came about, not to worry I'll give you Panadol after breaky. Look I made you Pancakes!" Cressida placed the plate in front of her.

"Yummy mum! Thank you." Said Taylor as she began to eat.

"It's okay! Now after breakfast you might need to come with me to drop off little Daniel to preschool." Said Cressida as she picked up Daniel from his high chair.

"Okay."

Before they left to drop off Daniel, Taylor went outside and laid down on the lawn, she had the most amazing view of the sky.

She saw a plane. "Aren't they amazing" she thought to herself. "Whoever invented flying must of made so much money! I guess that's the only way I could think of it since I'm only 6 hehehe!" She giggled.

She drifted off into a deep sleep.

Taylor's dream -

*Miami. Las Vegas. London. Perth. Adelaide. Gold Coast. Tokyo. Buenos Aires. New York. Cairo. Paris. Madrid. Hong Kong. You name it.

Taylor was a flight attendant, she put on a bit of mascara, bright red lipstick, blush and of course, her uniform.

She viewed all the signs and posters as she drove herself to the airport. She parked her car, opened the boot and grabbed her suitcase she said "Thank you!" As she gave her keys to the man as he drove her car to the Staff carpark.

As she made her way to the aircraft, she couldn't believe she had made it this far.*

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"TAYLOR!" Called Cressida.

Taylor woke up from a loud noise.

"Who's calling my name? ... Uh oh. I think Mum found me laying on the lawn.." Taylor wondered.

"TAYLOR EMERALD DAVIDSON! WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON THE GRASS? YOU ARE SICK. YOU WILL GET MORE SICK IF YOU CONTINUE TO DO THAT." Shouted Cressida.

"Sorry Mum, I saw a plane and- I think I just closed my eyes and dreamt... About being a flight attendant..?" Taylor wondered why she dreamt of that.

"A flight attendant?" Her mum wondered.

"Yeah..?" She wondered.

"Maybe that's what your mind is telling you to be when you grow up. You should tell your father about that." Cressida told her daughter.

"Yeah I might haha!" She hugged her mum.

"Now come on, we have to drop off Daniel to preschool." Said Cressida.