It's you and me that's my whole world

school office

The school day had started like any other for Y/N as she sat in her third-grade classroom, listening to her teacher explain the lesson. But then, a note landed on her desk, passed by a fellow student. Y/N opened it with curiosity, her heart sinking as she read the contents.

"Meet me at the playground during lunch - Sarah."

Y/N's heart raced with both excitement and trepidation. Sarah was one of her closest friends, and secret meetings felt like a thrilling adventure. Lunchtime couldn't come fast enough.

As the bell rang for lunch, Y/N hurried to the playground. She scanned the area, spotting Sarah by the swings. Excitement bubbled up, and Y/N approached with a smile.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sarah greeted, her tone eager. "I have something to show you."

Y/N's curiosity piqued, and Sarah held out a small, colorful container. "Look, it's a glitter slime kit! I thought we could make some during lunch."

Y/N's eyes widened in delight. Glitter slime was her favorite, and the prospect of making it with Sarah was too tempting to resist. "That sounds amazing, Sarah!"

With that, they set up their impromptu crafting station, giggling as they mixed the ingredients and created shimmering slime. The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of their break, but Y/N was so engrossed in the activity that she lost track of time.

When the teacher noticed Y/N's absence, a search began. The principal's office was notified, and Y/N was eventually found on the playground. She was brought to the principal's office, her excitement turning into worry as she realized the situation she was in.

Meanwhile, Taylor Swift had been going about her day when she received an unexpected call from the school. Panic fluttered in her chest as she answered. The principal's voice was calm as he explained the situation, assuring her that Y/N was safe but had been found in an area she wasn't supposed to be during lunch.

Taylor's heart raced as she listened. She promised to be at the school as soon as possible, her thoughts a jumble as she rushed to collect her emotions. The car ride felt like an eternity, her mind a whirlwind of concerns.

Arriving at the school, Taylor's heart pounded. She was led to the principal's office, where Y/N sat, eyes downcast, looking small and vulnerable. Taylor's immediate instinct was to scoop Y/N into her arms, to shield her from whatever trouble had arisen.

But as the principal explained the situation, Taylor's expression transformed from concern to disbelief. The words spilled out, and Y/N's face turned a shade of red that matched the glitter slime they had been making. Taylor's disbelief shifted into amusement, and she let out an incredulous laugh.

"You got called to the principal's office for making glitter slime?" Taylor burst out, her voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Y/N, sweetheart, I can't believe this!"

Y/N's lips quivered, and she managed a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, Mom."

Taylor's laughter was warm and genuine as she hugged Y/N tightly. "Oh, Y/N, you never cease to amaze me. Making glitter slime is hardly a reason for a trip to the principal's office."

As Taylor and Y/N shared a laugh, the tension melted away. Taylor realized that even in moments of confusion, her bond with Y/N was unbreakable. The dramatic situation had turned into a lighthearted memory, reminding them of the joy and unpredictability that came with each day.