Different

-CHAPTER 1- Intro-

*Taylors POV*
"Beep-beep -beep"
" it's too early!" I yawn.
It's currently 4 in the morning and I have to wake up, isn't it bad enough I have to wake up at 5:30 for school? Anyways, today is moving day! I'm moving from New York City to Miami. I kind of have mixed emotions. I'm really excited because I mean, it's Miami! But I'm also sad because I have to leave my best friends Lilly and Kyla. I lay in bed for about 5 minutes struggling to stay awake, when I suddenly get interrupted by my little brother, Cohen. "WAKE UP ! WAKE UP TAY!" He screams, turning on my light. I closed my eyes and pulled my blankets up over my face. "COHEN ALEXANDER! Turn off my light!" I yell. I've never seen a 5 year old with as much energy as him. He grunts and stomps out of the room. I struggle to sit up, and struggle to open my eyes. I raise  my arms to the ceiling and stretch and try to stand up. I wobble but catch my balance. I wonder into my closet and pull out my black, Forever 21, leggings and grab my NYMS ( New York Middle School) t-shirt. I also get my gray sweatshirt that I got at a gymnastics competition, which has "TAYLOR" in big bold letters on the back. I don't try to look cute for car/plane rides. I throw on my outfit and stumble into the bathroom.  Wow.. I officially look like I've been hit by a bus. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and put on some concealer and mascara just so I don't look so scary. It's currently March and only 35 degrees outside in NY. But in Miami it's 80 degrees. I can't wait to get there. I am getting everything that I haven't packed already into a bag, when I'm suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door. I slowly open it, Cohen and mom never knock, and my step dad never comes in my room. Who could this be? I am in complete shock. I start to break out in tears. " oh my gosh! Lilly! Kyla! You guys are crazy!" "We really wanted to say goodbye one more time before you left" Lilly said, half smiling , half upset. I hugged them both and we talked for about 15 minutes until we got interrupted. " Taylor, dear, it's time to go" mom sighed. I look at Lilly and Kyla, I can't believe this is it. I get up and grab the rest of my bags and head for the door. I'm too upset to even talk right now. "Goodbye Taylor! We love you." Kyla and Lilly smiled sadly. I nodded and kept walking. I hear my mom say something to them but it was too quiet for me to hear. I hop in the backseat of the car and pop in my headphones and listen to my "Road Trip" playlist. The first song that played was Sorry by Justin Bieber. I look over our trip. First we drive to the New York Airport, then we take a plane to South Carolina, then take another plane to Miami. I look up and realize Kyla and Lilly left, to be honest I feel awful. Cohen and my Step-dad Joe hop in the car. " Hey Tay, guess what! " Cohen said, poking me. I look up and just glare at him then return to my phone. He goes on and on about his preschool and how it has some big pool and a baseball field. I just block him out of my head and focus on texting Kyla and Lilly. " guys I'm really sorry, we never got a good goodbye and I hope you will forgive me" I type. They both said they forgive me, they are the best friends ever. Once we get to the airport and are about to get on the plane I realize that me and my mom are sitting together and Joe and Cohen are sitting together. I am so thankful that I don't have to sit with Cohen. We get on the plane and get situated. About half way through the plane ride a weird question popped in my mind. "Mom?" I asked. "Yes Tay?" She replied. " Where is my dad and why did he leave?" I asked. My mom looked like she had just lost a million dollars. I never really met my dad except when I was a baby. " Your father moved away, I don't know where he is now." She said sternly. I just went back to drawing in my adult coloring book, but I couldn't get that topic off my mind. " would I ever get to meet my dad?" I wondered. After a very awkward and silent plane ride we finally came to a stop. I get up and walk out of the plane not looking at anyone or anything.