Age: 14
People would think that being Taylor Swift's daughter would always be fun, and don't get me wrong, it's great but there is a lot of hate that comes with it.
While I was walking down the hall at school, I saw Sophia and her friends walking towards me. They were always rude to everyone, but especially me. She purposely bumped into me. "Watch it!" She snapped. I was tired of it. It had been happening since 2nd grade and I was finally on my last straw. I bit my lip, restraining myself from yelling back, but she then said something that really pissed me off. "Your mom's a slut" she laughed. "She isn't!" I yelled at her, "you're just as sexist as the rest of the world!"
"How many dads do you have again?" She mocked, while she shoved me into the wall, making me wince in pain.
"Shut up!" And with that, I lunged forward and punched her in the face. "Don't fucking talk about my family, you hear me?!" I yelled.
She stayed silent. "Do you hear me you little shit?!"
She nodded under my grip.
I let her go. "Don't do it again" I muttered.
I thought that no one had heard our little fight, but it turned out that basically the whole population was staring wide eyed in a circle around us. Even the principal.
"Both of you in my office!" he shouted as everyone cleared the way.
We both walked shamefully on different sides of the hallway. "Take a seat, ladies" Mr. Jones said, gesturing towards the chairs.
"What happened?" He asked.
"She-" we both said at once.
"Sophia first since I saw her get hit" the principal said.
"She just came up and punched me!" Sophia lied to his face.
"That's not true!" I responded, "she called my mom a slut and then pushed me into a wall!"
"Let me check the cameras" Mr. Jones scoffed as he pulled up the security footage on his computer.
"Well it looks like Y/N is right"
Sophia's jaw dropped, but she didn't say anything. "You will both get a week of afterschool detention"
"Okay" I sighed.
Then I heard the door opening. "Y/N, it's your mom" the front desk lady said.
"You can go" Mr. Jones said.
I got up from the chair and walked to the car.
"What the hell, Y/N?!" Mom looked back at me.
"I'm sorry mom!" I started to cry, "they were making fun of us"
"Didn't I teach you that violence isn't the answer? You're not a football player"
"She called you a slut, mom" I scoffed.
"You don't have to stick up for me" she said, "I'm used to it"
"I don't care" I crossed my arms.
"Well it doesn't matter because you're grounded" mom said.
"Fine!" I turned my head towards the window and it stayed there until we got home.
When we got back, dad was sitting at the table, watching golf. "I heard you hit someone! Good j-"
Mom glared at him.
"Violence is never the answer" he corrected himself.
Mom went into the other room and dad came up to me and gave me a high five.
"That's my girl" he whispered.
