Name's Michelle, yo.
A girl looked out the window of a yellow taxi cab. The road seemed like it would go on forever. Michelle Alice Taylor sighed. She really wanted to get to the house that her school sent her too. The plane ride took alot out of Michelle and she was pooped. Michelle never liked to fly. Really, she didn't like heights one bit. They freaked her out. Michelle leaned her head against the window and put in her speakers for her iPod. Michelle put her songs on shuffle and closed her eyes. She was going to sleep for the rest of the car ride. Maybe she would be energized when she got to the house. Michelle crossed her legs, which was pretty hard in her pink skinny jeans. It was pretty cold in the taxi, so before falliing asleep, Michelle zipped up the black Volcom jacket her boyfriend lets her wear, covering her white tank.
