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Taylor's Love
*Hola!! I am not stopping The Nanny unless you want me to, I just came up with this idea and didn't want to lose it. Enjoy. -Alexa* July 22, 1972 Hello, my name is Taylor Stevens. I live in Encino, California with my 2 older sisters, Holly (20) and Rachel (19). Our mother left us 2 years ago. I was 12 when she left. You can do the math on how old I am now. Now we have finally moved into this beautiful house in Encino after spending years in NJ. Me: Rachel, come on!!!! Rachel: Jeez, Tay. For a 14 year old, you sure are bossy. Me:14 year olds are supposed to be bossy. Now come on, or Iâ??ll throw you in the pool. Rachel knew how strong I was so she ran right past me and jumped into the pool. I laughed to myself and jumped in with her. Rachel: I wasnâ??t gonna let you throw me in like that. Me: I know. I love seeing you get scared of me. *Smiles* Rachel: I ainâ??t scared of you!! Me: Yeah, right. Rachel: *chases me around the pool* Holly: Come on you guys!!! Be nice!! Rachel, I swear you are 14. Rachel: *sarcastic* Thanks sis. *Hitting my head* Lets get to dinner. Me: Fine. The next day. This was the day that I dreaded mostâ?¦â?¦..school. I woke up with a frown on my face. I thought that maybe I can fake being sick. Holly: Sis, wake up. Donâ??t make me throw you in the pool. Me: *groaning* You wouldnâ??t. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled outside. Me: *yelling* Ok, Ok!!! Iâ??m up. Holly: Nope. *Throws me into the pool* Me: *screeching* I am so gonna kill you, Holly!!! I got out, dried off, got dressed and ate. Me: *walking out the door* Bye. Holly & Rachel: Bye, sis. I walked into the school completely nervous. Principle: Taylor Stevens? Me: *looking down* Yes. Principle: Well, Taylor, let me take you to your class. Me: *following her* Principle: *knocks on door* Miss. Joyce? Taylor Stevens is here. Miss. Joyce: Hello Taylor. Class, this is Taylor Stevens. Class: *sarcastic* Hi, Taylor. Miss. Joyce: Taylor, you can sit by Michael today. Me: Ok. *Walking over to my seat* Michael: Hi, Iâ??m Michael Jackson. Me: *looking up at him* He really is Michael Jackson. I knew that he wanted to be normal so I just said, Me: Hi, Michael. Iâ??m Taylor. Michael: Do you not know who I am or something? Me: No, I do know who you are. Youâ??re Michael Joseph Jackson, you and your brothers are the Jackson 5. Michael: *blushing* Sorry, itâ??s just that you are the first person to not try to kill me. Me: *giggling* Well, I know how much you guys want to be normal so I am acting as if you guys arenâ??t famous at all. Michael: Wow. Thank you. You know I really donâ??t have any friends. Me: Well then, you are looking at your friend. *Smiles* Michael: Thank you again, Taylor. Miss. Joyce: Ok class today we are working on poetry. Everybody except Michael and I: Awwwwww. Miss Joyce: Now come on. Michael and Taylor are nicer than this. Michael & I: *blushing* Miss Joyce: Ok, letâ??s start. My poem: (this is a poem that I already wrote. Dedicated to my uncle. In this it is dedicated to Taylorâ??s father) You Canâ??t Come Down 5 months have gone by Every time I think of you I cry Even though I barely knew you I still miss the times We spent I can never get you out of my mind I know you are up there Watching us patiently I know you can never come down And I just wanted to sayâ?¦ I miss you After I was done, tears weld up in my eyes. Miss Joyce: Ok, pencils down. Now, I want you to switch with the person next to you. Michael and I switched and more tears weld up in my eyes. His poem was describing his father, Joseph. How he would always beat him. I looked at Michael and he was practically sobbing. When he wiped away most of my tears he asked, Michael: What happened to your father? Me: Umâ?¦. *bell rings* Iâ??ll tell you outside. *Well....what did you think? Please tell me how my poem was. I was really doubting putting it in. Don't forget to rate!!!! -Alexa*
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