Hadassah

hello!!

Hey, I’m Hadassah, but you can just call me Haddie. I’m 13, and honestly, my life is just a whirlwind of music, football, and daydreams about Patrick Mahomes. My room is covered in posters of my favorite bands, but the biggest one? Patrick, of course! I mean, have you seen him play? He’s not just a quarterback; he’s a total snack! Like, every time he steps on the field, I can’t help but think about how hot he looks in that jersey. It’s like he’s out there on purpose to make my heart race.

And let’s talk about that “deirer” of his. Ugh! I can’t even! The way he throws that ball and then flashes that perfect smile? It’s almost unfair how cute he is. I catch myself just staring at his pictures, wishing I could be there when he makes those incredible plays. I wanna gawk gawk so hard! Seriously, if I ever met him, I’d probably just stand there, totally speechless, staring at him like an idiot.

Life at home with my two dads is great, but they don’t really get how much I crush on him. Dad #1, Isiah Pacheco, is all about pushing me to be my best, which I appreciate, but he has no idea how many times I’ve zoned out during dinner just imagining Patrick laughing at one of my jokes. Dad #2, Harrison Butker, is more laid back, but he gives me these looks whenever I mention Patrick, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

My brain is always racing, especially when I start thinking about Patrick. I’ll be in the middle of doing homework, and then I’ll catch a glimpse of his poster, and boom—I’m off in my head, imagining us hanging out. I mean, what if he asked me to be his training partner? I’d probably drop everything just to say yes and spend the day just hanging out with him, talking about football and cracking jokes.

Being a teenager is a wild ride, but honestly? As long as I’ve got my music pumping, my dads cheering me on, and those thoughts of Patrick Mahomes swirling around in my head, I think I’m doing just fine