The Youngest Love and Mysteries (please reply anyone welcome)

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(Okay, this is what is going on in my real world,but some added fantacy, join if you like ill be playing all of the people I meet the ost)

``Taylor``

Taylor. She was 12 years old and lives in Vegas. The daily hot heat, cactus, casinos, rapists, burgulars and
many other hated people. She was used to it.
She sighed hearing the loud beep of her alarm clock, she tried hitting the snooze button, only to have it fall
on her head. She opened her eyes, clearly pissed off and turned the alarm off with a slap. The room was
pure black, she put some tint on her windows last year due to the sunlight being too.... bright. She got up,
wearing only a bra and some shorts. Her usual. She blindly walked to the door and turned on the light, grabbing
her clothes, sending some flying across her room and landing on her Laptop. She found her favourite jeans and
a black shirt. She pulled this all onto her and walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet door and peering
inside to see what was for breakfast. Poptarts. Again. She groaned and took the package out, flung it open and
took a bite out, still half asleep. She ate a little bit more and walked into her room, gathering her homework, gym clothes,
and some art that she was forced to do for someone she didnt even know.
She glanced across her room, a ringtone playing. "Uggh... Whos calling me now?" she groaned and walked to
her phone, picked it up and flipped the stupid top open. Sabrina. "Hello?" she heard a voice, quite familiar,
the one she heard everyday. "Hey do you want a ride? My mom is off today." she blinked and sighed,
"Sure" she said with a happier voice. A reply came back "Okay, we'll be there in a couple minutes." "Okay"
she hang up and gathered her stuff. Backpack, phone, jacket, violin. She went outside, sitting on a short
brickwall, seeing a truck come up the driveway with a a girl with a poof in her hair jump out "Come on in" she
shouted. I smiled and glanced up, picked up everything, and got inside. It was crammed with both their
instruments. Sabrina played the clarinet. ''My stupid dog sat on my Steelers jacket and now it has hair
all over it, just look at it! Its ... Terrible!" Sabrina spoke shaking her jacket, sending dog hairs everywhere.
"Well dont get it on mine!" I covered my jacket with my skinny arms. Sabrina laughed,
and somehow we were already at school.

We walked through the doors, instantly seeing the 8th graders fighting,
the dean trying to pull them back, and kids shouting with excitement. I glanced over seeing a midget
throwing punches like never before. I chuckled seeing it was Scott, I saw next to him in advisory.
Me and Sabrina stood there with our instruments.