Oh, I Don't Love You; I'm In Love With Your Car. Or Is It The Other Way Round?

Chapter 1  

As soon as I opened the door to my house, I sensed something was wrong. Normally I would come inside, listening to my iPod, singing my head off, but today I wasn’t in the mood for singing. This was unusual because I always wanted to sing. My favourite singer was Taylor Swift. I especially love her songs Stay Beautiful, I’d Lie, The Outside, You Belong with Me, Love Story, The Way I Loved You, Sparks Fly, Beautiful Eyes and Invisible. I’m so glad that my favourite singer has the same first name as me. There I go again, don’t mind me.

I trudged upstairs and flung open my bedroom door. My bedroom door has a huge banner stuck on it with my name, Taylor Tawny Clayton, and random drawings on it. It also had my best friend (Molly)’s, and only friend’s, signature on it, quite small. I love it, and wouldn’t ruin it for anything.

So anyway, I was shocked, because usually my bedroom is a tip, but it was sparkly clean and tidy. However, there were three packed suitcases on the floor by my wardrobe, and everything was gone, packed away. Were we moving? Every other room was same as always. So, was I moving?

I moved into my room and stood in front of the built in mirror. I saw an average height girl, quite curvy but slender, standing there, with long, wavy chocolate-brown coloured hair to her elbows, with a side fringe. She had an oval face, with sharp features, high cheekbones, tanned skin and deep, sparkling green eyes. That was me.

Most people would think I was a surfer, or the girl every girl wanted to be, but, to be honest, nearly everyone was jealous of me, and hated me.

They didn’t know my past, and it was only because my mother was rich and beautiful, like me, that they disliked me so much. My mother left my father when I was six months old (note: he didn’t leave her, it was the other way round), and I never heard or saw him again. I wouldn’t notice him if he turned up on my doorstep. My mother had no time for me, and she had a new husband now, Kevin. He was really nice to me, and I liked him a lot. I have a half-sister, Kristina, who was the sweetest little thing for an eight-year-old.

Back to now, what was happening? My mother would be home at dinner time, and Kevin would be back in about ten minute’s time with Kristina. My mother was playing a big part in Clayton Industries, and was very busy. Kevin was an accountant of some sort.

Then, I heard the front door open, and it closing again. I didn’t bother removing my purple satchel from my shoulders. I needed to know what was going on.

“Taylor, we’re home!” Kristina's voice floated up to my room, and I bounded down to where she and Kevin were standing, hand in hand, exchanging chocolate. I snatched a bar off them, greeting them both.

“Kev, what’s going on?” I asked with my mouth full of chocolate.

He shifted from foot to foot as Kristy ran up to her fairy room. “Well…maybe I should wait for your mother to tell you, but you’re leaving tonight and she might be late…”

Even more confused than I was before, I said, “Where am I going? Why?”

He cleared his throat uneasily. “Your mother has decided to send you to a boarding school, Taylor. It’s in Detroit. ”

I wanted to refuse to accept that, but he was looking pretty serious. I didn’t ask why, I just thanked him for telling me, and asked if I could leave now, before I could see that…that person who is my mother. He ordered my personal Mercedes here, lugged the suitcases into the back, and told the driver the address. It was at least an hour’s drive from here. Suddenly, through all my boldness, I felt emotion breaking through. I hugged Kristy and Kevin, reassuring I would see them soon. Then, I carefully rolled up my ‘Door poster’ and tucked it in my backpack, which was filled with my phone, iPod, two books, a magazine and a packet of crisps.