♫ My heart starts to heal, to know this is real, this is how it must feel to have a home. ♥

<3

Express you inner workings through the outer workings of the fabric laid upon your skin, Your outfit is equivalent to the majority of your personality. Don't let yourself down by dressing down. <3

Tights.(:
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Taylor's POV
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Walking onto the plane, I had a brief glimpse of the night skies of my hometown before I was passing the flight attendant, offering a small smile, and finding my seat. Waiting for takeoff, I glanced around at the other passengers. I saw one or two people from my town, and a couple that looked they probably came from the town over, and the rest strangers. Looking behind me, an open white door shows me the view of the small kitchen and a red curtain.
Sighing, I lean back into my seat. I would forever be jealous of the people behind that curtain. I could never afford first class. I wondered if there was anyone famous on board, then deleted that thought because I was in Tennessee of all places. I closed my eyes and tried to nap as I felt the plane begin its takeoff.
Ninety minutes later, I opened my eyes and looked around the cabin. Some people were reading , others listening to iPods, but most were sleeping. Looking up, I saw the tiny airport bathroom at the front was occupied, turning around, I saw the one at the back was too. Sighing, I asked a nearby flight attendant if there was another laboratory I could use. The woman pointed me towards the curtain in the back. Thanking her, I stood up and walked to it.
Opening the curtain, I stepped in and walked across the aisle, not making eye contact with any other passengers in the first class section. Swiftly waking towards the door at the back, I caught a glimpse of hazel eyes looking in my direction.
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Sitting back in my seat, I took out my iPod, and promptly fell asleep.
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After landing, I decided to wait for the plane to empty before leaving. Watching the other people slowly leaving, I chose to kill time and pulled out my guitar, expertly tuning it before playing one of my original songs, Tim McGraw, the first song I ever wrote.
"He said the way my blue eyes shine,
put those Georgia stars to shame that night,
I said, 'that's a lie.'
Just a boy in a Chevy truck.."
The sound of applause snapped me back into reality. Looking up, I saw a guy, about my age, with black, curly hair and piercing hazel eyes clapping and smiling. "That was amazing" he said
Blushing, I smiled and said, "Thanks"
He grinned even more and reached out a hand, "I'm Darren"
"Taylor" I replied, accepting the hand. Slowly I started gathering my things and noticed him waiting. He nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his neck as we started heading towards the baggage claim.
"So, what song were you singing back there? I don't think I've ever heard it." he asked
"Oh, it's because I wrote it. It's called Tim McGraw" His eyes widened, "Wow, well it was really good, Taylor" Wow, just the way he said my named sounded amazing. Picking up our bags, I thanked him for the compliment and he asked, "So, where are you headed?"
"Um" I looked down at the paper I got out of my bag. "4th avenue, you?"
He laughed "Wow, small world, huh? Me too"
"I'm in the Sunrise Apartments" I told him. He did a double take, "No way! Me too!" His smile is adorable!
"Oh, cool! Want to share a cab?" He looked down and blushes, actually blushes!. "Well, actually I have a driver picking me up, but hey! I'll drive you, you should come with me" He said with a smile
"Oh, wow, thank you" Who is this guy? He has a personal driver? I bet he's super rich. Or famous!
"No prob" he said as a black escalade pulled up. I gulped, and slid in blushing as he opened the door for me
"Hey Jack" Darren said "We have a guest. This is Taylor, she's in the same complex as me, I told her you could give her a ride, okay?"
'Jack' looked at me in the rearview mirror and then back to Darren, "Are you sure Darren?" he asked narrowing his eyes. Darren rolled his eyes and looked at me. "You aren't some crazed fangirl, are you?"
My eyes widened as I stuttered out, " Umm, why? I-I only just met you" Darren actually looked surprised for a second before smiling back at his driver, "See, she doesn't even know who I am, it's perfectly safe" What? Oh crap! He is famous!
"Wait, should I know you?"
He actually looked nervous for a second before answering when we started driving. "I'm Darren Criss. I don't know if you've heard of me" Oh! there's that blush again!
"Oh no, sorry, but I've never been one to keep up with that kind of stuff"
He chuckled "Don't worry, it's okay" he said.
We settled into a comfortable silence, soon arriving at our destination.
Getting out, Darren and I thanked Jack and walked inside the building. I clicked the number five on the elevator, while Darren pressed eleven. Opening up to my floor , I turned to him. "Thank you for the ride, it was really nice meeting you"
"Yeah sure, you too Taylor" I smiled and walked out into the hallway.
"Wait Taylor!" I stopped and turned to him. He looked away and when he looked back, his dazzling eyes looked anxious, yet hopeful. "D-Do you think I could maybe get your number? You know, if you wanted to hang out sometime?"
No Way!
"Yeah sure, that'd be cool" I answered as my cheeks turned red. "Awesome" He typed in my number as I read him each digit. "Thanks" he said.
"You're welcome. Goodnight"
"Bye"
 
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I walked into my apartment, noticing the empty living room. Getting ready for bed, I saw the single mattress on the floor, with a dresser beside it. Nothing else in the room, aside from my suitcase of clothes and such.
A few minutes later, I waas snuggling under my covers when I heard the vibration of my cell phone on the dresser. Checking it, I noticed a new text message from an unknown number.
'Goodnight <3 x -Darren'
Smiling, I sent a quick 'sweet dreams' before saving the number in my contacts as 'Darren<33' and falling into a peaceful sleep.
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Taylor was just a small town girl. She lived in Nashville, Tennessee all her life, growing up on her family farm. So why was she boarding a plane to New York City? She's sick of her small town life, and she wants to make it big. She's been singing since she was three, playing guitar since four, and has performed at many dances in her hometown, but now she'd like to try something new, something big.

Grabbing her purse and guitar, she walked to Gate 6 and boarded the plane.

Walking into the front doors of the school was a lot more frightening than I'd care to admit. But I'd never let it show. I've mastered masks since second grade and I'm not going to let anyone else in after all my hard work of keeping them out. I walked with my head held high, and though not making eye contact with anybody, I could feel the curious and some already judging stares around me. Looking around, I noticed something. It was the average cliché high school scene. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, goths, and then there's me. I guess I'd be classified as a loner, maybe. I'd have that name over freak any day. I walked to the locker labeled 1237 and unlocked it before grabbing the books I needed for my first class. Closing my locker, I had just enough time to brace myself when I was slammed into the lockers by a group of football jocks and cheerleaders, yelling out 'Hey newbie!' amongst the laughter in the air. Sliding to the floor, I tried to catch my breath from the sudden impact, the sound of my back hitting the metal rang throughout the now quickly emptying hallways.
 
The second bell ringing brought me out of my mind and had me picking up my dropped books before scurrying off to my first class, history. The tears threatening to fall were pushed away as I stumbled into room 313, all of the class' eyes on me, some snickering at my obvious embarrassment. A blush now covering my cheeks, I hurried to the open seat in the back of the classroom, keeping my eyes down, as the teacher scolded, 'Thank you for finally joining us, Ms. Sharks'. A couple more chuckles were heard around the room as I opened my binder and set right to work on the assignment on the board.
 
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sorry its short!
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Being different in a high school in a place like Atlanta, Georgia is rough. Especially being the new sophomore two weeks into the school year. I just moved here from Los Angeles, California, leaving all my friends behind.
 
That last sentence made me laugh. I have no friends, and my boyfriend is- well.. I'm not ready to talk about it yet.
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Let's start over.
 
Hi, I'm Sami Sharks,15 years old, and a nobody. I've been bullied since I was six, and never did fit in. Let's see if anything changes at this school, I'm hoping for the best.
I put on short-shorts, a grey tank top, blue flannel, and black high top converse. Putting my hair in a high pony, I grab my sunglasses and my bag. Taking an apple, I'm heading out the door and walking the two blocks to Westlake High.
 
Wish me luck.

I haven't been on in a long time!! (:
Klaine is my OTP. <3
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