My Immortal... But Make It 2020

My Immortal came out before Wattpad... I don't care.

If you don't know what My Immortal is... You're too young for me.

#SwiftieSavers2020

My name is Taylor Allison Swift. I have long, curly hair that reaches down to my lower back. I wanted to dye it, but my mom says that's "unattractive for suitors" (whatever that means). I have a ocean blue eyes. A lot of people tell me I look like Zeena LeFey (AN: if u don't know who she is, get da hell out of here!!) I'm a bit of a loner. I shop at Wal-Mart and Target and get all my clothes from there. For example, today I was wearing a white V neck shirt and boot cut jeans.

I walked out the door towards the bus stop. It was dark out. There was snow, rain, and absolutely no sun. I was happy. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Taylor!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It's... Joe Alwyn!!

"What's up Joe?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said shyly.

But then my best friend Abigail called me, and I had to go away.

*~*~*

The first half of classes were pretty boring. Lots of English, and math, and things I probably will never use. Eventually lunch rolled around.

I sat with Abigail in the back of the cafeteria. It was better than sitting in the restrooms. Her long curly red hair flopped over her shoulder and she sat down.

" OMFG I saw you talking to Joe Alwyn this morning" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I asked.

"Do you like Joe?" She asked, as we got up to throw our trash away.

"No I freaking don't!" I shouted.

Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Joe walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Dashboard Confessional are having a concert in Nashville.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Freaking. God!” I screamed. I love DC. They are my favorite band, besides Fall Out Boy

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

*~*~*

When the bus pulled up to my stop, I got off as quickly as my long lanky legs would carry me. I had to get ready for the concert tonight.

I got home and in the door, only for my mom to greet me.

"Hello Andrea." I said coldly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready for a concert" I said, putting my messy curls into a ponytail.

"Too bad! You need to get packing! Your new owners will be here soon."

"New... Owners?" I ask.

"Yes. I sold you for $500,000 & some crack."

I go up to my room and pack as much as I can, blasting From Under The Cork Tree in my iPod.

"What are you listening to?" A smooth British accent asks me.

I look up only to see a guy not much older than me staring back. He had brown luscious curls and beautiful green orbs.

"Fall Out Boy." I say nonchalantly

"I've never heard of them. Now come on. Let's go. You must meet the other four guys".

I take his hand, and walk out of the room. Giving a middle finger to the life I once knew... And the fact I wasn't seeing Dashboard Confessional tonight.

*FIN*

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