Irish Dream

Chapter 1

Taylor's point of view

Before I walked into my school's office I took a deep breath.
My next move was going to affect the rest of my year.
I brushed my straight black hair behind my ears and walked in, "Hi, I'm here to turn in my foreign exchange student forms." I said confidently.
The lady at the desk, Miss Harper, smiled at me.
She took my forms and said, "Ah, yes Taylor. You seem to be the only student going to Ireland this year as a foreign exchange student.
" I shrugged my shoulders; I was hoping to be the only one anyway.
"Okay Taylor so all your forms seem to be correct, so it looks like you'll be heading to Ireland at the end of this week.
I nodded my head while she handed me my plane ticket and information on my exchange family.
 Once I finished talking to Miss Harper I turned and walked outside.
I smiled as a cool breeze blew across my face.
I was sick of the thick Arizona heat that was always suffocating me.
Just then my thought was interrupted by a cherry red Lamborghini pulling up in front of me.
I opened the door and climbed in, "Hey, dearest brother Eric." I said sarcastically.
Eric smiled at me, "Hey, dearest sister Taylor."
I pulled my brother into a big hug, "I missed you." I murmured.
"I missed you too, but hey it's my last year at college so I'll be coming home soon to stay." I smiled.
Eric and I weren't like most siblings.
My mom raised us as a single mother, and my brother took it upon himself to teach me all the fatherly stuff.
"That's awesome but guess where I'm going at the end of this week?" I said excitedly.
Eric looked thoughtful for a second and then said, "You're going to Ireland as a foreign exchange student?"
I looked at him blankly; how did he know? I never told him.
Eric saw the confused look on my face and said, "Mom told me." I sighed, "Way to ruin the surprise."
He smiled, "Why's the most popular girl in school leaving to Ireland?"
I rolled my eyes; I would have shoved him if we weren't driving.
"I'm just so sick of them. All they care about is money, clothes, and guys."
Eric raised his eyebrow and nonchalantly asked, "And what do you care about?"
I put my forehead against the window, and paused for a second.
I knew I was different than everyone else; yeah material goods are nice but there has to something better in life.
I sighed and said, "I care about grades and my family."
Now it was Eric's time to roll his eyes, "How did you become so popular again?"
I looked straight ahead while my brother turned down our long driveway, "I'm popular because I have money." I said bluntly.
My brother parked the car, "Good point, but one more question. Don't you believe in love?" I shook my head.
This, for me, was an easy question. "No. No Eric I don't believe in love."
 
 
"I can't believe you're going to Ireland! Why are you leaving me?" My best friend, Alex, yelled through the phone.
"I'm not leaving you. I'll be back in three months." I said matter-a-factly.
I mean I wasn't lying; Alex was the only other person who understood me.
She wasn't a glamour girl who was stuck on how she looked, she was like me: bored of everyone who was fake.
"Three months is a long time!" She said mellow dramatically.
"Then come with me." I said simply.
Alex made a sound of disgust, "Ew, no offense Taylor but its sort of dirty there and besides I like guys who don't have heads of fire."
I rolled my eyes while grabbing a suitcase from my closet.
"It's beautiful and I think gingers are hot." I explained.
Alex started laughing, "Looks like miss-love-is-dead may finally see the light."
I snorted, "Very unlikely."
And it was true; just because guys are hot doesn't mean I love them, let alone like them.
That's the one thing that I firmly believed in; love didn't exist.
I mean I did have reason, my dad left my mom before I was born and all my mom's relatives were divorced.
So yes. Love was dead me.
"You know, I'm really going to miss you." Alex said softly.
I nodded my head sadly, "I'm gonna miss you too, but we can be like Dear John." I said slowly.
Alex giggled, "Yeah, we'll write back and forth. Well either way I’m going to miss you."
This was the hardest part saying goodbye to my friends and family.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school, bye." I said while hanging up.
I really suck at good byes.
I sighed as I walked over to my calendar and crossed off Wednesday and circled Friday.
Just one more day. 


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