Neighbors- Rachel Ballinger

1-Taylor

My alarm went off as early as possible.
"Another day of hell," I moaned to myself.
"What?" My sister, Alison asked.
"Nothing," I said quickly.
Sometimes I hate sharing a room.
"Only three more days!" She said like she was reading my mind.
We were moving houses in three days.
Unfortunately we weren't leaving our school district.
"Yay!" I said unenthusiastically.
"Oh come on! In three days you will have your own room and you can moan to yourself everyday without me asking what!" She said.
"Great!" My sarcastic tone had become standard wether I was serious or not.
Alison rolled her eyes and flipped on the light.
"Ugh!" I groaned, blinded.
"Girls! Are you up?" My mom called from who knows where.
"Yes!" Alison said wide awake.
"Uh huh," I groaned.
I started on my usual morning routine:
1. Attempt to get out of bed
2. Eat breakfast
3. Get back in bed
4. Realize you have 10 minutes before you have to leave
5. Throw on jeans and a t-shirt
6. Brush your hair and throw it in a ponytail
7. Brush your teeth
8. Lace up your Converse high tops
9. Grab backpack
10. Race to Dad's car
11. Go to school

School went along as usual:
People annoyed me
I wanted to leave
I sat alone at lunch
I stalked Rachel Ballinger and her whole family
I attempted to run
I failed
I hid in the bathroom
I wanted to leave
I finally left

When I got home from school that afternoon, I went to work on packing.
(No I had not just started)
Everything I needed for the next 3 days was in a suitcase, the rest of my crap got piled into cardboard boxes and thrown into the back of the U-Haul van. The only box that was neat was the box labeled "YouTube"
"Taylor!" My mom called.
"Yes," I said entering the kitchen.
"Do you want to go with Dad to drive by the new house?" She asked.
"Uh, sure," I said. The only time I had been to our new house was at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday four months ago.
"Grab your shoes and meet him outside in five," she continued packing without another word.
I went upstairs and grabbed my Converse.
"Taylor! let's go!" Dad called.
"Coming," I said from the top of the stairs.
I sat in the front seat of his black Honda Accord because the backseat made me feel like I wanted to barf.
"How was school?" He asked trying to be nice.
"Fine," I lied.
"Okay," he knew better than to push about school.
"HOLY CRAP!" I screamed when we pulled into the driveway."
"What?" He asked.
"That's Rachel's parents house!" I squealed.
"Who?"
"Rachel Ballinger! My freaking idol!"
"Oh, uh okay?"
"AH!"
"Calm down."
I got out of the car and almost walked up to the front door of the Ballinger's house.
"Get back in the car!" dad yelled.
"Fine!" I groaned.
We drove home.
That night while I laid in bed, unable to sleep, I thought about meeting Rachel one day:
If that was possible... It has to be possible... I'll make it possible... I will... Nothing and no one can stop me.
"Yeah," I said out loud.
"Go to bed!" Alison said.
For the first night in months, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Two days later I was standing in my new front yard waiting for my dad to give me more boxes to carry, when a car pulled into the Ballinger's driveway.
I looked over hoping it was Rachel. It wasn't.
I stared at the ground defeated. I didn't hear my dad calling my name.
"Taylor!" My dad yelled.
"Sorry," I took the box he was holding and headed inside.
"Here's another one," I told my mom who was already unpacking the boxes for the kitchen.
"Thank you," she took it from me. "Go ahead and start unpacking your room."
"Okay," I headed upstairs to my room.
It wasn't a huge room, but it was a good size.
The first box I unpacked was the box marked "YouTube"
I hung my Tyler Oakley, Lilly Singh, Colleen Evans, Joshua Evans, and Rachel Ballinger posters. Put Binge,  Selp Helf, A Work In Progress, Caspar Lee, In Real Life, You Deserve A Drink, and My Drunk Kitchen on my built-in shelves. 
Re-folded my Stay Awesome Possums, Adopted Ballinger, TeenyZ, Queen Colleen, My OTP Johsleen, and Team Internet t-shirts and put them in a drawer.  Re-folded my But First YouTube, Snervous, Unicorn Island, Be Nice To People, and Joshleen Trash sweatshirts and put them in a drawer.
I'm not ashamed of all my YouTube merchandise. I love it!
I unpacked my 6 YouTuber phone cases and put the Roar Means I Love You (my favorite) on.
I moved on to the rest of my clothes.
"Taylor! Allison! Come help me unload more boxes!" Dad called.
"Okay!" I called back.
I raced down the stairs, no shoes. The carpet felt good under my feet.
"Alright, what room is next?" I asked.
"Still kitchen, your mom has too much stuff," he joked.
"Yeah she does," I said taking a box.
"Did you get much unpacked?" Dad asked as we walked toward the house.
"Yeah, I've got all my clothes put away," I said.
"The YouTube box?" He asked.
"Oh that was first!" I said.
"Haha!" I hadn't seen my Dad smile this much since we decided to move four months ago.
I couldn't help, but realize that life wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Sure, it's not perfect, but it was looking up. This move is going to be good for me. 
We unpacked the rest of the kitchen and Dad sent me back upstairs.
It was almost dinner time and I was almost done unpacking.
"Taylor! Allison! Can y'all please come downstairs!" Dad called.
"One minute!" I called back. I put the last couple books on my shelf and headed down.
"Alison!" Mom called up. "Taylor, go get your sister, she's probably asleep."
I ran back upstairs to wake up my lazy sister.
"Alison!!" I yelled.
"What?" She said waking up.
"Mom and Dad need us downstairs. Put some clothes on! We are going somewhere!"
"Fine!" She shooed me out of her room.
I quickly changed my outfit:
Blue jeans
Dark blue and white striped shirt
Red Converse high-tops
My hair was fishtail braided.
Alison had to show off. She put on a floral skirt and white shirt with blue flats and her hair in a waterfall braid.
"Okay you two let's go," Dad said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see," Mom said.
"Okay," I said.
Dad opened the door and instead of getting in the car we turned right.