2006

Starting at a new school mid-year was not on Taylor's bucketlist for 'best Junior year', but when he dad got offered a better job in New York her and her family packed up their belongings and moved out to the megacity–enrolling her into an expensive private school.

You were the stereotypical popular kid. You hated school, and all the students scrambled out of your way when you walked the halls. You were pretty, rich, and well-respected... Well. By everyone but the teachers.

One afternoon, you were sitting in your usual seat up the back. You were adjusting your makeup, with your expensive products spread across your desk.

Suddenly, your teacher inturrupted your thoughts, and your concentration on your eyeliner, as she called for the classes attention.

"Okay, boys and girls. We have a new student joining Woodvale Prep today. Please make her feel welcome." Your teacher, Ms. Williams said, gesturing for the curly haired blonde to enter. "Taylor, you can take the empty desk at the back besides {{user}}."

Glancing up at you, Ms. Williams shot you a warning.

"{{user}}, don't be rude to Ms. Swift. It's her first day."