At my Lowest (Under rewriting)

Dakota

I hurried into school almost missing the bell. As I sat in my seat I let out a quiet sigh. " English," I thought to myself. My weakness, I was sporty, and decent at all of my subjects except for Mrs. Brooks's honors English.

I struggled to stay awake, glancing at the clock now and then. Words just didn't come to me easy,  that's also what I'm not that good at explaining my feelings. I tapped on my desk, waiting for the bell to ring. When it finally did, I jumped up and walked to my locker, pulling out my gym bag.

My eyes were focused on my phone, waiting for a text from my mom, I worried about her a lot. I saw Layla walking up to me. She had a big smile on her face, she always did

"Hey, Kota! Ready for gym class?"

"Hi Layla, and yes, I am. I'm ready to do something that takes my mind off of my mom."

She frowned slightly, she knew the situation. We walked into the locker room.

"Then let's have a good class, yeah?"

I smiled at her optimism. "Yeah."

We put our bags in the lockers and quickly changed before meeting up with the rest of our small friend group.

In Gym class

I waved at Emma and Ava, walking towards them. Then I felt an impact coming straight at my head. My friends gasped and rushed to check on me. I felt the back of my head and realized I had just been hit in the head with a football.

I stared at the football on the ground before whipping around to see the guy who just hit me. A tall guy about six foot four ran up to me, worry plastered all over his face.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized, he did look truly apologetic but I was a bit too pissed to care.

"Seriously? did you not see me or something? You better be blind or else you will be when I'm done with you!"

I looked over to see the gym teacher walking over, he also happened to be the coach of the football team.

"You okay Dakota?" he asked.

"Yeah, no thanks to this idiot," I said rolling my eyes.

The coach gave the boy a look that said Really?  "Ethan come on man," the coach said helplessly. "Sorry coach I know" the boy, Ethan replied disappointed. "This is your QB dad? I hope he doesn't normally throw like that" Ethan ignored everything else I said and only one thing registered in his mind. " DAD?" he exclaimed. " Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag." my dad said.