1 Day Before The Concert
"You are nothing but a sarcastic, twisted, malevolent little bitch who needs to learn what the hell she wants! I've been here with you this whole time and you've just been using me for your own needs not even bothering to mention what you have waiting for you back home!" I can't breathe. "Mackenzie Taylor I hate you with every fiber of my being."
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My name is Mackenzie Taylor and I'm an alcoholic. Ha, ha, just kidding. But really, my name's Mackenzie Taylor, nothing in between. No middle name. My parents never gave me one and I don't care for one. I have issues with people. You need to understand how to handle me at my worst for us to be friends because my bad side shows a lot. I can't help how I am, it's just me.
My mom used to tell me, when I was younger, to ignore the people who brought out the bad in me. That's a little diffucult when almost everyone brings out the bad in me. It's not my fault everyone are idiots.
I'm a little sarcastic. Okay, maybe I'm a lot sarcastic. It's hard not to be when you're surrounded by idiots all the time. My school is full of them. Music helps a lot. I love music. And I love Panic! at the Disco with all my heart.
If you told me four months ago that I'd be traveling across the country to follow my favorite band, that I'd meet a guy who is the image of perfection, fall for him, forget to mention a 'minor' detail of my life, lose that boy, and have the rest of my life fall through my fingers then I would've laughed in your face.
Yet here I am.
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Teen FictionMackenzie Taylor is your average seventeen year old. She's sarcastic, she's wild, and she can be a bitch when she needs to be. When you put Mackenzie, her twin brother, and their three best friends in a car headed across the country, all of the side...
