Still An Innocent Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

She smiled at how neat it was, anyway: my big bed, the study table at the end of the room, my closet, and my Taylor Swift poster. “Well, I didn't know you were a fan of this beauty,” Ann said as she ran her hand over the poster of Taylor Swift. “She is cute, beautiful, and classy. I love her charm; it always draws everyone in. Anyway, I somehow wish to be like her someday.” I knew I sounded foolish. How could I ever be like her? I looked over at myself. I was overweight and had an ugly birthmark on my face. “I can't be like her.”

Don Millz declared my crew and I the winners of the world championship. The celebration was hot and wild from the BASE to the prison of West Hall and the rest of the world. But there was one thing left for me to do and I know this will shock every member of my team, including Jessica Strauss and most especially mama but I had to do it. It was the only way Miss Taylor would be free. The Press wanted to interview me and I had to drop a bomb on the world, by saying ‘I killed Mr. Hudson, I shut Mr. Hudson with the Beretta pistol, I should be the one in jail not Taylor, she is innocent and I am the guilty one.’

He yelled in a whisper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting Seth to attack him at any moment. Her mouth made an 'o' in amazement. She was in love with a celebrity! "It's not a good thing Daisy!" Quickly, she shut her mouth and nodded solemnly. "I'm getting you out of here. I'll do anything and everything to prove you're innocent. I don't know all the details yet but I know you would never do anything to deserve a year in this place. It'll be ok. Trust me," Linc said with so much determination, Daisy couldn't doubt him.

Three people. A triangle. Around and around for years. A closed loop. A snake eating its own tail. And now Kyle was standing here acting like Taylor was just some irrelevant person. Some irrelevant dead person. Am I supposed to be happy about this? Taylor always wanted to compete for everything. Does this make me look like a winner now? "I don't understand you," I said finally. Kyle moved around the coffee table. Not touching me but near enough that I could feel the heat of him. "I didn't kill Taylor," he said. "I didn't arrange it. I didn't even think about it. I stopped thinking about Taylor the moment she went to prison. She was done. No longer a factor in my life or yours."