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"Not every love lasts forever, but friend's do,"
------------------------------------------------------------"Hi! I'm Taylor Nixon, I'm a female and I'm 12. And this is my diary!" I read out loud to myself. I closed my diary from 4 years ago and put it up on the shelf my dad had put in my room several minutes ago.
"I can't believe we moved back here," I tossed my arms up and yawned. I fell on my bed back first, and closed my eyes.
"I've got school tomorrow Mom better wake me up," I slowly fell asleep.
"Darling," I heard a high pitched voice say, and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Darling," I heard it again.
I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked a few times.
Mom?
I saw my Mom, Amber standing over me while I lay still on my bed.
"Mom, thanks," I yawned pushing myself up from my bed.
"Darling, you won't want to thank me just yet," She gave a mischievous smile and walked into my walk-in closet.
I sat on my bed waiting for her to come out and when she did....
"Oh my gosh! That is," I got cut off as my Mom tossed black ripped jeans, a white hoodie, and white heals on to me.
"Darling, you either go to school in that it go hungry tonight," My Mom walked out the door with a huge smile painted on her face.
I love food.
I want to eat dinner tonight, so I guess I'll have to wear this. Ugh! But I hate black and white, and heals!
I got dressed and put on my shoes, "these colors are aweful!" I complained.
I swung my pink bag over my shoulder and ran downstairs. My dad was sitting at the table eating pancakes, and my Mom was nowhere in sight. My dad looked up at me and his eyes went wide at the sight of my outfit.
"Taylor, what are you wearing? You don't like those colors," My dad slammed his fist on the table and amediatly got up.
"Dad, I can explain! Mom said I either wear this or go hungry tonight, and look at me, I'm already too skinny," my voice went up a pitch.
"She's such a wild woman!" My dad furrowed his brows.
"I don't want you going hungry, so go get your hair put up," my Dad sat back down.
I ran back upstairs and Annie my personal maid was awaiting my presence in my room.
"Sit down," Annie said softly.
Annie's been my maid since I was 3, and she would always be the one to comfort me when Dad had gone on trips.
Annie put my hair up in a high ponytail with a white bow.
"Mrs. Amber told me to do your makeup," Annie said.
"I don't wear makeup," I told her shaking my head.
"Just lipstick then," she said but continued to do eyeliner, blush, and eyeshadow.
"I was fine with lipstick but all of this?" I freaked out.
"You look gorgeous Taylor," She pulled me up from the chair and led me to the door.
"Now go and have fun," Annie closed the door on me. "Hey!" I turned back towards the door and banged on it.
I gave up.
I went downstairs, said bye to my dad and got into the white mustang awaiting me.
