"Sawyer, come on we're going to be late," my mother called for me. I exited my bathroom and grabbed a sweatshirt out of my closet before I yelled, "I'm coming." I stormed down the stairs in a hurry grabbing my bag off the stairs and out the door that my mom was holding with one hand and a yogurt and spoon in the other as I grabbed it and ran to the car, beating my younger brother Wes to the front seat.
"Sawyer come on I called front," he yelled as he grabbed my hand and tried yanking me off the seat but my 15 year old strength to his 11 year old strength won. "Mom," he yelled annoyed as my mom got in the front seat and told him to get in the back and not argue. My mother was amazing, she almost died giving birth to me, but luckily she lived. I don't know if I would have lived without her. Keith was another story, no complications, and perfect child; believe me he brags about it too. I grabbed my cell phone out of my purse and texted my best friend Wes Davis-Baker, Brooke and Julian's son. He was already at school and waiting for me in the quad. "Sorry running late" I texted him back. "Of course see ya soon," he replied. We dropped off Keith as he ran inside the school with Nate and Hailey's son Max. We drove off speeding down to the high school and mom parked the car out front as the bell ran and I saw Wes enter the school. I was getting out the car with everything and slammed the door shut. "Sawyer," I heard my mom yell and I turned around to see the window being rolled down. I went back over to her and she handed me a brown bag, "Give this to your father please." I grabbed the bag from the window and tried turning around as she held onto to bag. "No ditching," she said and I nodded. I've been getting into a lot of trouble lately and my parents don't know what to do. "I love you," she yelled through the window and I turned around and said, "I love you too." I didn't have a problem with my parents at all, to tell you the truth they were everything to me. I just wanted to have a wild run for a little while. I headed into the school and snuck my way to my dad's office so no one could give me detention. I ran the opposite way that I saw the vice principle and finally made it to my dads office. "Sawyer, you're late……again," he said and dropped his pencil as I dropped my bag and took a seat. I set the brown bag on his desk and he smiled as he grabbed it and put it in the fridge. My dad is still so much in love with my mom and vice versa. It was cute at times other times not so much. He grabbed a pink slip out of his desk and handed the tardy pass to me. I grabbed it as he held onto it, "No ditching."
"I know, mom already had this conversation with me," I rolled my eyes as he left. I headed down the halls to my locker and put the combo into to open my locker with pictures plastered everywhere. I fixed my blonde curly hair and shut it and grabbed my books to my physics class. I went in and handed my teacher the tardy pass as he pointed me to my seat next to senior quarterback Kypton Lancer.
"Late again," he said as the teacher wrote on the board and started the topic for the day and I opened my book. "Shut up," I playfully flirted back. I opened my notebook and grabbed a pen as I started writing the date, he took it. I looked at his blue eyes and tried to grab it. "Ms. Scott why don't you tell us?" Mr. Fletcher asked.
"One law of Kepler's is that the square of the orbital period of a planet is directly proportional to the cube of the semi-major axis of its orbit," I told him still looking at Kypton. I turned towards the teacher and asked, "Do you want the other two too?" I gave my hand to Kypton as he placed the pen back in it and the teacher turned back to the board. The bell finally ringed for lunch and I found Wes at a table on the quad. "Could you eat something," he said as he took a bite out of his cheeseburger and I set my soup and salad down on the table. "Do you not see me eating," I told him before I took a bite out of my salad. "I mean something real," he laughed and I made a face at him. "Just because I eat healthy does not mean I don't eat at all." I replied back.
Classes the rest of the day went by in a blur. I grabbed my bag from my dad's office and headed into the locker room to change. I was the first one there and I changed into my sports bra and headed to the bathroom. I turned to the long view mirror and looked at my back. To tell the truth, I don't know when the bruises started to appear or how, but the longer I tried not to notice them the worse they got. The thing that scared me the most was that I didn't know who to tell or what to tell them. I just prayed they would go away.