Taylor Ayers

‘I will be back as soon as possible.’ I nodded.
‘I just don’t want you to leave. But I know you have to.’ He tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear.
‘I will be back before you know it.’
‘Pinky promise?’ I asked. I stuck out my pinky.
‘Pinky promise.’ We linked pinkies and shook on it.
Taylor is a normal fifteen year old girl until her father turns her world upside down. With contracts, a relentless psychopathic general and a bodyguard who has many secrets. Will she be the person she is destined to be or will she be a rebel and defy the system her grandmother set out for her? Will she find love in her world which has been thrown in the bin and burned? She has to fight even harder than she did before to attempt to keep her life almost normal.


24. The greatest prank to be played probably ever


The greatest prank to be played probably ever


I ran up the stairs to see Jane and Mary listening in.
‘What did he say?’ Jane pressed. Mary slapped her on the arm.

‘None of your business.’ I walked into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. Jane handed me my fully charged phone and pushed me gently down the stairs.

‘Now off to the last day of school.’


The bus was mostly empty when I got on. Chris was carrying my bag. So we sat quite near the back where it was the most empty. Nearly everyone on board looked tired and drawn. Most of them had seen cold blooded murder yesterday and it would haunt them forever. Chris took my hand.
‘Should have taken the mini.’ I shook my head.

‘I think it would draw attention to us. What with that stupid Earth Rainbow running around with her photographer. Normal as possible.’ He nodded.


When the bus pulled into the drive the school was almost empty. I looked around. Phoenix would normally be waiting for me by the gate. Her bus almost always got in before me. I felt a cold horror settle in my stomach. The General had killed my best friend. Someone was going to pay. I took a deep breath and walked past the gate as Chris took my hand.

‘I am here for moral support.’ I nodded. I stared ahead ignoring the penetrating stares that were heading my way. They had all read that article. Or heard that I was above average in my IQ tests. I felt myself shake as I walked along to my tutor room. There was a large blood splatter on a wall. This school would never be the same. It had been built in 1440 and never seen such a massacre of its pupils. I walked down the corridor. There was hardly anyone around. I walked into tutor and saw Miss Tomson stood there talking to the small amount of people who had come in for the last day of year 10. I sank into my seat Chris sat next next to me. I looked at the seats behind me. Only yesterday they were filled by people who had such a long life to fulfill. I had nothing left. My best friend had been killed because she was different. What was different about her? She seemed normal to me. I know that Jade had been killed because she had dyslexia. I felt so sorry for her family. She was such a nice girl who never hurt anyone. I felt tears coming to my eyes but blinked them away.


We just stayed in tutor all day sitting in group and for some reason doing nothing. Chris never said anything but held my hand for the whole day. We sat all the way through lunch. For some strange reason Jennifer and Jordan got together in that short time we were at school. Mr Strong came in halfway through the day.

‘So Miss Tomson. How is your tutor taking the news.’

‘Well seeing as most of them are not in today. We spent the first hour doing nothing and then had a small break.’ He nodded and moved on.


When we got on the bus coming home Chris held me close as I cried. I don’t even know why I was crying. I never got on with some of the people in my tutor but now they had gone I felt like I had lost an opportunity.


The bus driver stopped right outside my house that day. I had been putting off the dull ache from my arm until now. I felt something touch my arm and found it was just my father. I flinched away from him.

‘Sorry. I have more morphine.’

‘Thanks.’ He injected it into my arm. I heard a thud. I glanced to my left: Chris was out cold on the floor.

‘Needles. Always scared him. Probably from when he was younger just seeing Clarisse being injected every day with injections. She never made it.’ I nodded as Chris’s eyes fluttered open. I was sat on the floor leaning against the sofa he was on.

‘What happened?’

‘Dad gave me an injection and you passed out, like an hour ago. It’s our birthday still. Titus had a cake hand made for us.’ He gave me a small smile.

‘You know what I like about you. You are so. I don’t really know. Perfect? No. Can’t be that.’ I felt worried. Something was not right. I got up and walked down the cold stone steps towards the kitchen. Titus had his back to me doing the dishes and Dad was chopping vegetables.

‘Dad. Something is wrong with Chris. He is babbling away. I have no clue what he is on.’ Titus dried his hands.

‘I’ll go. Can’t be that bad.’ He followed me up to where I left Chris. He was sat looking at a mirror. The moment he saw Titus he threw down the mirror.

‘YOU!’ He roared. ‘YOU TRAITOR! HOW COULD YOU? How could you.’ He broke down and started to cry. Titus looked at him closely.

‘Best knock him out again. Would you like the honors?’ I shook my head.

‘I can’t knock him out.’ He shrugged at me and punched Chris in the head. He placed him back on the sofa.

‘He should wake up soon. He really does like you whatever his says. I raised him as well as I could with Akki being a control freak. I could tell when something made him happy. He has a certain smile. I still remember his mother having the same smile.’ I smiled at him. Ugh so many smiles.

‘Clarisse sounded like a wonderful person.’ Chris groaned.

‘Did anyone get the number plate of the lorry that hit me?’ Titus smiled and walked out of the room. He had the same smile as Chris.

‘Oh good. You are back to normal.’

‘What did I do?’

‘Well I think the prostitutes liked what you did. Your father didn’t.’ He groaned and his head hit the pillows.

‘Seriously?’ He turned his head towards me.

‘Do I look serious?’ I had what I hoped was a straight face.

‘No. I can see it in your eyes.’ I stuck my tongue out at him.

‘Screw you. I am off to do my homework.’ He raised an eyebrow.


‘You say seriously a lot don’t you.’ He nodded.

‘What did you do to me?’

‘Well you went slightly crazy and then Titus knocked you out.’ He went to get up but I pushed him back down with my right arm. He snatched my left.

‘How’s the arm?’ I looked at him like he was mad.

‘Spiffing. Really spiffing. Getting better as you are pulling it.’ Titus walked in.

‘I heard voices. Taylor how is the arm?’

‘Honestly I swear you guys are telepathic. Chris literally just asked me that.’

‘Well Christopher is quite clever that way.’ I held out out my arm from him to see. He examined the small clean hole the bullet had made in my arm.

‘I can’t know of the full extent of your injury until you have it x-rayed.’ I nodded.

‘Will I have a scar?’ I had always been really careful with my skin and made sure I hardly ever got scars. Titus looked closer towards my arm.

‘It is healing well. Try not to scratch it. It should not scar that much. Maybe just a pink mark. Not noticeable really. Shout if you need more medication.’ I nodded.


I flopped onto my bed.

‘I am now a year eleven.’

‘And sixteen.’

‘You are seventeen. We should sign you up for driving lessons.’

‘No! I have already done it and past first time thanks.’ I laughed. It felt good to laugh even though people were mourning the dead. He looked more serious. ‘So. Our secret dating.’

‘It is not really that secret anymore is it?’ He shook his head.

‘We can keep the details to ourselves.’ He paused and let out an evil chuckle.

‘What evil plans have you thought of?’

‘You have Earth Rainbow on you.’ I nodded confused. ‘So lets make up a whole story. We go out to a casual dinner. I tie up my shoelace behind a table where you can only see my head and you nodding to a question I asked you.’ I thought it over.

‘I can work with that. I want to see her face when we say it is just a prank.’


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