Taylor Swift If I Die Young Novels & Stories

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

Noemi's POV "Signorina Naldoni, are you sure you want to 'fall to your death' at the wedding three days from now? The whole thing's gonna be livestreamed." "Yes. I'm sure." The staffer tried again. "It'll be broadcast worldwide. Once you fake your death, that identity's gone for good. You sure you wanna walk away from being the Donna?" I tightened my grip on the proposal in my hand. My eyes stung, but my voice didn't shake.

Across the room, my mother's sobs echoed. Then came the voice that still haunted my dreams—Lawrence Taylor, my fiancé, heir to the Taylor family. "Claire," he sighed, "I know you're jealous of Vanessa. She can be...spoiled sometimes. But this isn't funny anymore. It's gone too far. Tell us where she is." His words cut deeper than my father's rage. We'd been childhood sweethearts. I still remembered seven-year-old Lawrence making me a ring from weeds, promising to marry me one day. When I was away from home, I'd cried every night imagining his pain.

she murmured to herself, as if asking someone else, or perhaps only herself. The attendant gave her a puzzled look. "You didn't know? Lily's father, Shane Foster, died even earlier. According to our records, he passed away before his daughter. There was no way he could have come to claim her ashes." If the news of our daughter's death had been a shock, the attendant's next statement froze Charlotte where she stood. "You… What are you talking about? No. That's impossible." Her head snapped up, eyes bloodshot. "How could he have died earlier? He clearly—"

"You're the ones who killed my son! Give him back to me…" Dad buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying. Calista shrank into a corner, pale as a sheet, muttering over and over, "No… That's impossible… He's just pretending… I'm sure he's just trying to scare us…" Tyler stood at the very back of the crowd. His head was lowered, his shoulders shaking slightly, looking like someone who was suppressing overwhelming grief. But I could see it clearly—hidden deep in his eyes was excitement he couldn't conceal.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

I decided to place my hopes on her still having some feelings for me, the younger brother she had watched grow up. Grabbing the hem of her shirt like how I used to as a little boy, I begged her to fulfill one last wish of mine. "Leslie, could you please kill me—" Yet, I had barely finished speaking when she shoved me away in disgust. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor and was momentarily stunned. "People like you should've died long ago. But if you're going to die, die someplace far away from me. I don't want to have to deal with your funeral."

and Jayemsons attitude. We ran to the car and blasted the heat. I turned on MY playlist. I say it like that because no one else listens to it. The first song to come on is my all time favorite “Kid in love” by Shawn mendes. I started belting out the lyrics. Lake started giggling and singing along. I then proceeded to my lookout my secret place.

he said. She accepted the money and smiled meaningfully. I wondered how Nathan would react if he learned the truth about his fiancee. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a news alert. [Fifteen-Year-Old Girl Selling Flowers Hit and Killed by Truck!] Just as Nathan was about to check it, Erika snatched his phone away. “Honey, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” Too bad. He almost saw the news. Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone.