My name is Psy. (sigh) Weird name, right? I live in a little town called Spring City. We have a little twang of course. All you can do here is go up the mountin or play sports. You can't keep secrets in this town. You grow up with everyone knowing what your doing every second of the day. Unfortunetly I love it here, but i wanna leave for awhile. Get away. Maybe come back when I'm ready.
Enough about the town. I'm a sophmore and sixteen. I have blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm curvy, not thin, not fat. Im quite short, 5'6. And not getting any taller. I inherited all my moms features except her blue eyes. She looks like an older version of me. My dad has the hazel eyes. He's tall and thick with black hair and doesn't smile a lot. But i can tell when he is. I have a older brother, Taylor, he's a junior and looks like my dad. He can definetly grow facial hair like my dad. Then i have two younger brothers One in 6th and one in 4th. Colton, 6th grade, is a mix between my mom and dad and taller than me by an inch. Tyrel, 4th grade, has everything from my mom, and is very short. He is a mommy's boy.
Softball is my life. Why lose weight when it helps with the sport. I've played it for 8 years. I pitch and play 3rd base. I'm not amazing but I am good enough. Almost the whole year I practice for softball. It's important to me.
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I was sitting in English thinking about state softball that we just got back from, we lost. We (my friend and her sister) rode home with one of our coaches because there wasn't enough seatbelts in our families car.
"Psy!" My teacher brings me out of my thoughts. "yes?" I ask."Quit dreaming in my class. That's what sleep is for." He tells me. "Sorry Mr. Black." I apologise.
"Oh! Psy is dreaming about a boy! That poor kid." A boy i hate teases that sits across the room."Oh my god, your voice makes me wanna punch myself." I say as the intercom comes on.
"we need Psy Dyches to come to the office and bring your stuff." The whole class yells. "Psy's in trouble!" 'I glad to get out of that hell hole.' I think to myself.
I walk out of the class through the halls towards the office. I walk through the office and the office lady with the twitchy eye leads me to the Principal's office. This must be serious, kids are always sent to the vice principal unless in big trouble. I walk into the room and see there is the principal sitting at his desk and two men in black suits standing next to him. I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I felt like someone just slapped me awake. I tried to look calm as possible.
"Please sit down Psy, we need to ask a few questions." The Principal said trying to make me feel comfortable. I sat down in the cushion seat facing them. Things started going through my head of what i could possibly be in trouble for. I can't think of anything, unless... i did something by accident..
"So Psy, you rode home with a coach from state softball, correct?" one of the men in black asked. He was blonde and shorter than the other man.
"Yes, I did." I answered with the calmest voice i could use.
"Why didn't you go home with your family or with the team the day before?" The same man asked.
"There was no seatbelts for us with our families. And my family wanted to stay another day. We are good friends with the coach and said it would be fine since he had room in the school's vehicle." Why are they interigating me?
"Were the James girls with you?" The taller man with black hair asked.
"yes."
"Ok, you can leave now, Psy."
"Thank you, Sirs?"
I walked out of the office to my next class. I walked intto seminary and sat down next to my best friend, Sue James. We don't have homework and I usually just talk to her in this class.
"Sue, guess what just happened to me." I told her
"You got ran over by a wild ape on a four wheeler on the way here?" She said while texting on her phone. She loves that thing too much. Sue is blonde and has blue eyes. She's thinner than me and everyone loved her. We have lots in common but not those. She is definetly prettier. I am just average.
"Will you put that thing away! Im tryin to tell you somethin here." I said as I hit her arm.
"Ok! What happened?" She turns towards me and stares intently.
" You are somethin else, you know that? Anyways, I was pulled into the office about riding home with one of our coaches. Did you get pulled in too?" I questioned.
"No? If you got pulled in, then why didn't I? I was in the car too?"
"I'm gonna call my mom, this seems weird. Maybe it's something against me?" I raise my hand and ask the teacher if i could go to the bathroom.
I run to the bathroom that's as wide as a horse. I pull out my phone that is sooo out of date and speed dile my mom. I sit there in the small bathroom while listening to her 80's music ringtone.
"Dear, what do ya need?" My mom asked.
"Well I got pulled into the office about going home with one of our coaches, but Sue and her sister didn't? Isn't that wierd?" I told her.
"Yes, they would of pulled her in too. And the office hasn't called us? We are the parents. I'll call your father and we will be right over. I'll see ya later, honey."
The phone call ended. I sit there and think to myself on how this is really weird?
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