Forever Smiling

When my mom pulled me and Rachel into her room with Paul, I knew somthing was up. But before i tell you what happened, ill tell you how.

My name is Taylor Carter. im 5'6 in seventh grade, and I have a kick ass boyfriend (plus a ton of friends). Im brunette with natural curls. I have a mom, a dad, a step mom, a step sister, and a step brother plus a regular sister. My best friends names are Analeisa (Ah-na-lee-suh) Charolette, Julie, Margret, and now Ashley Thompson. I think half of them are only my friends, because im Ashleys friend sumtimes, but Julie and Analeisa have been my friendz forever. I go to Portola middle school, and my boyfriends name is David Daniels.

My life was perfect

well, untill Paul

Paul is my moms boyfriend. Hes mean, a flake, and an annoying bitch! He hit my mom last time she dumped him, and he thinks just because hes "from France" thinks we think he is super special, when really hes faux-french poodle poo. My mom thinks shes lucky, he is big into poetry, even though he "can't read english" my mom met him at a bookstore looking at porno magazines.

gross right?

well, mom didn't get that he was a freak, so she almost married him. untill we found out all he wanted was the green slip. i think the worst decision my mom ever made, was letting him back into her, our lives. and once he moved into our two- story town house, i practically lived with Analeisa and Julie. I would live at home, two nights a week during the summer. in fall, Julie went to a super exclusive privet school, but when i moved in, her parents dropped me off on the way to her busstop. for a while life was perfect,

once again, it couldn't stay that way rite? so this time it was perfect until judge day. you see, my dad was cought instead of paying mom the rite amount of money for there divorce, he payed two hundred. and instead of taking me and Rachel for eight nights a month, he was taking us to lunch evry six months.

yey. not really.

so ill start around the time i was FORCED to move back to my moms house. once again, yey. not really.

"TAYLOR WAKE UP THIS INSTANT" the recording of my seventeen yearold sister alarmed me at my bedside. it always worked. I was up and dressed in seconds. i went downstairs and poured a glass of orange juice out while the toast toasted. As my sister moped down the stairs, i questioned her. "whats up?" she slumped a big one at me. "Paulie slept over, and now there at it again," i sipped my orange juice. "ughhhh" i looked outside. A grey october morning was perfect to start my day.

Not.