Hey!! So here is chapter one! I will talk more when the chapter is over!
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"Can we go yet?" Juila, my little sister said while sipping her apple juice.
"Taylor, are you ready? Do you have everything? Lunch, backpack, shoes, teeth brushed, hair done?" My mom questioned me.
"Not like I have been going to school for 12 years now mom, or should I say mum, since now we live in England." I don't want to be here. I like America. Yes, I got into fights, but the people who didn't hurt my sister were nice. But we had to move since Tom, my new step dad lives in England. I have no clue what city we are even in. I have no desire to either. I am staying here for 9 months then college life awaits me.
The ride to school wasn't that eventful. This band called Little Mix came on, and I got sad. Where is my Tay Tay, or Regina Spektor? But then I remembered that I live in England. So, no American music for me. (I know they have American music in England.)
"Have a fantastic first day Taylor, and you too Julia!" My mother yelled as we stepped out of the car. Okay, bodyguard mood on. I looked around to see if anybody saw us. So far, so good.
"Okay, Julia. I have to go. Mr. Roberts here will show you around. I will see you in third hour." I hugged my sister and went to go find locker 1632.
"Where the hell is locker 1632?" I whispered to myself.
"Go left." A voice, a sexy voice I might add, said. Okay, so learn to whisper is at the top of the 'learn to do' list.
"Thanks. Any clue where class 103, with Rivero is?" Please be nice strange boy by helping me.
"Ya, I have that class too. I will walk with you. If that's okay." Aw he is sweet! I finally lifted my head from my schedule to see who my new "guide" is. He has chocolate brown eyes, his light brown hair is buzzed cut, and he looks pretty toned under the navy blue polo shirt. The guy's uniform at this school consist of: navy blue or grey polo shirt, tan or black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black blazer. For the girls it's: tan or black knee length skirt, 1 inch black heels, the same polo, and we have the option of the pants. I feel as if this school is a preppy school, where if you don't have a 4.0 GPA (That's all A's) they will shun you, and end up having lunch in a toilet stall. I don't want to have lunch in a toilet stall.
"Ya, that's fine by me." I said looking back at my schedule.
"If you never leave." He sang, and might I add he sang quite beautifully.
"We can stay like this forever. It's fine by me." We both sang in harmony. It sounded good.
"You, my friend, know your music." He patted my shoulder. They have American music here! Happy dance time!
"I am chalk full of great music." I said as we started to walk left to my locker.
"Well one of these days we will see how great of an iPod you really are." He smiled at me when he spoke. His smile could light up a city, and his accent could put people in a trance. If everybody sounds like this here, then I might be able to deal.
"Are you saying that you know more songs then I do? Because I highly doubt that." I said knowingly. We made our way to the lockers. I think.
"No, I am just saying that you Americans wouldn't know good music even if it hit you in the face. Some people are good, but you have more bad then good there." He said with a shrug of his shoulders
"What about Jason Maraz, Jack Johnson, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy. Need I say more?" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Okay, I will give you that. But you guys have some very, well I don't want to sound rude, but they aren't the best." He said. Who is he? Did I ever learn his name?
