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Taylor awoke on the 9th of December and stared up at the ceiling above her bed, silently wishing herself a Happy Birthday. Although it certainly didn't feel happy. She knew in her head that moping around wasn't getting her anywhere, but her heart just couldn't get over everything that had happened. Taylor lay on her back, pondering what she would do today. She really didn't feel like seeing many people, but she also didn't fancy sitting around with only her glum thoughts as company. Dragging herself out of bed, Taylor wrote a letter to her best friend.
Exiting the Gryffindor Tower, Taylor made her way through the castle and out onto the grounds, slipping the sunnies over her eyes as the sun hit her face. Walking over to her favourite tree by the lakefront, Taylor glanced out over the water, leaning her back against the trunk of the large oak. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a small sigh. Fourteen. It didn't feel like it at all.
She instructed Albus to deliver the letter and then got ready for the day. With the Summer heat finally coming out, Taylor put on a yellow shirt with denim shorts. Pulling her blonde hair into a pony tail, Taylor assessed herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy after lack of sleep and too many tears. Never being one for make-up, Taylor grabbed a pair of sunglasses to wear instead, not wanting to raise too many questions from Sam.Sam Prince said:Hey Sam, if you didn't already know it's my birthday today. Would it be okay if we hung out? Just me and you?I'm not ready to face everyone again just yetIt's been a while. I'll meet you by the lake if that's cool with you. If you already have other plans it's not a problem.
Talk to you soon,
Taylor
xx
Exiting the Gryffindor Tower, Taylor made her way through the castle and out onto the grounds, slipping the sunnies over her eyes as the sun hit her face. Walking over to her favourite tree by the lakefront, Taylor glanced out over the water, leaning her back against the trunk of the large oak. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a small sigh. Fourteen. It didn't feel like it at all.