Taylor Swift Mother Imagines

First Period

Requested by hrtsfortaytay and then expended on by ShaeRobyn  I hope everyone enjoys it!
Also this one is a bit shorter than usual but that's fine.

Age: 13

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So far, today has been an average Thursday. Wake up, get ready for school and have some breakfast with my mom, go to each class feeling more exhausted than the last. Each teacher's voice drones on about something I'll never even need late on in life but is, for some reason, the most important thing I could know right now.

The only fun part of the day is lunch, which is where I am now. I'm sitting in the cafeteria with my friends at our usual table just laughing and chatting. Every once in a while one of us leans in closer to share a new bit of gossip or to discuss a rumour currently circulating around the school. Everything is the same as any other day.

Until I feel it.

The sharp, stabbing pain in my stomach that causes my hand to fly down and rest gently but firmly over my shirt. My friends all turn to look at me  funny, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Only one of them actually bothers to turn their full attention to me as opposed to brushing me off and going back to finishing her conversations like the others.

"Y/n... are you okay?" She asks with worry laced in her words as she  places her hand on my arm. "Are you in pain?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I think. I just- I dunno."

"Was it your stomach that started hurting?" I nod in response.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a minute." I say as I begin to get up from my seat.

She places her hand on my arm, preventing me from fully getting up.

"Do you want me to come with you?

"No, no, I'm fine. Thank you though, ireally appreciate it."

"Of course, just call me if you need anything, yeah?"

I nod before excusing myself from the table and heading into the bathroom. I walk into the last stall. I let out a loud groan in frustration when my suspicions are confirmed.

I pull out my phone and dial my mom's number. She picks up after the second ring. Thank god I'm the only one in here, I was not in the mood for random girls fixing their makeup over hearing my conversation with my mom.

"Y/n? Why are you calling me from school? Is everything okay?" She asks hurriedly, her mind, no doubt, going to the worst case scenario.

"Do you think you could come pick me up? Please?"

"Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Uhm, kinda. I just wanna go home, can I explain when you get here?"

"Of course, I'll be there in ten minutes- no, make that five."

One thing about mom is that she doesn't question  me when I want to leave school early. She knows I don't try to  leave just so that I don't have to be there so she always says yes to picking me up early.

We hang up after saying goodbye, but I stay in the stall for a few minutes longer. I send a text into the group chat with all my friends and tell them I'm not feeling well and mom's picking me up. After staying for five minutes I leave the bathroom and head towards the office.

It hurts when I walk but I manage to make it there fine. I see mom talking to the receptionist before she turns around and sees me. She takes my bag for me and we walk out of the school together towards her car parked on the curb.the second we sit into the car, she finally lets her worry show.