"But I keep cruising..."

I threw an arm and a leg in the air, my curly hair forming a wall around my face.

"Can't stop won't stop moving..."

I cast my pj covered behind- or lack thereof -back.

"It's like I got this music! In my mind saying it's going to be all right!" I yelled as I hopped onto the couch, singing at the top of my voice and rolling my head crazily around.

I was dancing on my own around the apartment. Why you ask? How can someone who has been kicked out of their apartment be that excited you ask?

Well, answer is simple really. Because apparently, it was what Mer wanted me to do.
She was currently standing on the couch, her front paws touching the armrest and hind paws on the cushion while she shook her head like a dog coming out of water. The irony. Grandma used to complain about how painful it was to watch me dance, but that had never stopped me before. I could always make the moves up as I go.

"Okay stop!" I said breathlessly, the song rolling around to its end. "I'm tired." Meredith regarded me with the bright greys of her eyes like I was the biggest fool on the planet.

I glared right back. "Call me a fool one more time Grey!" I hissed. "We'll see who feeds who in this house."

Meredith sagged back in the couch, her head lolling into her neck as she purred in disapproval.

I bent down and kissed her head. "You know mommy is kidding right?"

Our little conversation was cut short when Taylor Swift- the one that could actually sing unlike yours truly -blared through the entire apartment again. I jumped over the backrest and splinted to my bedroom to pick up my phone.

My heart beat erratically as I took a moment to study the unknown number that was displayed on my screen, then slowly brought it to my ear. "H-hello?" I could've expected it to be someone calling me for a job but it was nearly eleven in the night.

I was scared.

For me, unknown numbers had never been a surprise. In the past I'd get those anonymous calls on a daily basis. If they were lenient enough, it'd be as early as two in the morning, so I could say I was accustomed to them. But the messages that always accompanied said calls were the terrifying part. The callers seemed to come up with something new each time. And if I didn't pick up ...

"Taylor Swift?" Said a slightly incoherent voice of a woman, interrupting my train of freaking out thoughts.

"Speaking," I said, my voice shaky. "Can I help you?"

"Yes you can actually," said the (seemingly) old woman, a soft laugh sounding along with the words. I wanted to relax but I couldn't. What if she was one of them? What if they'd found me and were starting again?

"One of my employees is really sick and I thought you'd do me the favour of sitting in for him for two weeks?"

I fought the urge to jump up again and scream a big thank you to the woman. For one, not being another of them, and two, the job even if not permanent.
"Yes," I said abruptly. "Uh I mean no problem ma'am," I tried to sound professional and failed miserably.

"You can call me Frances," she said in a motherly tone.

"Okay ma- Frances uh, if you don't mind me asking where uh... I left my contacts in several places-"

"Franc's Coff n Muff," she interrupted, again laughing softly. She seemed like a really patient person.

"Of course," I nearly slapped my own self. "You're Mrs Peppy?"

"Yes darling, that's me. So do I expect you Monday evening...Taylor right?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes!" I almost squealed.

"Okay thank you darling."

Was she kidding me? "No thank you Mrs Peppy! You just unknowingly saved a life."

Temporarily. My brain mocked.

I ignored that. She wasn't going to poop on my party.

"My pleasure. Have a good night love."

I definitely was going to.

"Yes! Yes!yes yes yes!" I squealed as soon as the hang up tone beeped. Two weeks may not pay enough to get me into a new apartment but it definitely was a start. I'd see from there.

Monday morning I woke up earlier than my alarm, and I had a small smile on my face. When did I not? I always seemed to wake up with a smile on my face. Even during those times; the worst time of my life.

I understood why though, being asleep is an escape. It's better than reality.

And as soon as I'd wake up, the smile would be gone faster than you can say Jack Robinson. But not this time around.

I glanced at the small countdown calendar on my nightstand, crossing out the third day off of the two weeks I was given by Mrs Payne. I still had eleven days to go. Where?

I'd figure it out.

I yawned as I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and headed to the kitchen to prepare Mer's food, after which I went bathroom to ease myself. I peed, washed my hands and picked up my toothbrush to start preparing for the most dreaded day of the week, otherwise known as Monday.

In the parking lot of my building, I swung my leg across my bike, put the key in the ignition and rode off to school.

"Mmmm look who we have here!" exclaimed Trey Summers as I parked my bike.

I rolled my eyes to the sky, flipping him the bird refused and to look his way. "Fuck off Summers."

"Assassins do it from behind."

"What the fuck?!" I nearly laughed, but I didn't want to oblige him.

"What?!" Trey exclaimed. "I thought you said you didn't curse?"

"I said I don't usually curse, what Summers? Does Evanton need to pull up his socks teaching you vocabulary?"

We were walking side by side through the lot.

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" Came a deep calm voice and I almost shit myself. Trey was covering his mouth with a fist to stop himself from laughing and I made a mental note to step so hard on his foot in class he wouldn't feel his toes for a week.

"Uh..." I said. "Good morning Mr Evanton."

"Good morning Swift," my English teacher sneered. "Wanna let me know where I need to pull up my socks?"

"Uh actually sir, Trey and I have a friend ... " I cast the idiot a look that said talk if you don't want to die. But he didn't.

Mr Evanton raised expectant eyebrows at me.

"Yeah uh ... his name is uh ... Evanton and he speaks wrong tenses so we call him the vocabulary teacher." Trey finally opened his mouth.

Mr Evanton regarded us- me for a while before snapping. "Get to class now!"

Trey and I basically flew out of the parking area. When were far enough from earshot, Trey burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD!" he bellowed. "You should have seen your face! "Uh sir ... I. .. actually!" He mocked.

"Don't piss me off Tres! I'm running out of places to hide the bodies."

Trey's face paled slightly and he nudged me as he sobbered up. "Oh my god!" he said. "I know you're joking but what if it happens?"

I furrowed my brow and slowed my pace a bit. "What if what happens Summers?" I asked in condescending tone.

"What if you, or any other normal blonde girl in our class weren't normal, and they're actually a psychotic serial killer in search for victims here at CHS?"

I stopped walking and face palmed. "Really?"

Trey rolled his eyes. "Don't poop on the party! God Tas! You're so stuck up it's not even funny."

I threw a finger at him over my shoulder. Making him laugh again.

"You gotta admit though Tas, that scene back there? Was real funny."
"Honestly shut up Trey!" I walked up to my locker, his was situated just next to Evie's, then there came Ethan Jones' then mine.

"I don't think I can get over your face back there," Trey said, howling with renewed laughter as he perused through his locker.

I got my English book and slammed my locker shut, hurrying away from him. Trey ran fast to catch up.

"Do you think you'd loosen up if I shoved this phone up your ass?"

"Tone it down Summers, my tolerance for idiots is extremely low today."

He slang his arm around me. "You know you love me." I rolled my eyes and we walked into the English class.

"Swift, Summers, up front,"

This English teacher really had a very big problem with my existence.