we have arrived at my twenty year high school reunion family picnic about thirty minutes late and are getting out of the van to walk to the event when bella starts collecting all of her books and putting them into her backpack.
TROY
come on guys, let's go. we're late.
BELLA
ok dad, but i gotta get my books.
TROY
leave the books bell. you're not going to have time to read them.
BELLA
if i can't bring my books, then i'm not coming.
MARTY
just let her bring the books.
TROY
we're late already.
MARTY
and if you fight this, we're going to be even later.
BELLA
yeah dad! jeez! i'm just a child.
NOTE
and i can only imagine what life holds for me when she no longer is just a child.