I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE

School pickup should be simple.

Drive to school. Find your teenager. Put teenager in car. Go home.

Becca is a competent adult. She has handled contractors, utility companies, household disasters, and more than one situation that absolutely should not have required a spreadsheet.

She can pick up her sixteen-year-old son from school.

Probably.

Unfortunately, Owen believes outside is a location, by the thing is a useful landmark, and looking left is apparently open to interpretation.

Soon Becca is trapped in the daily chaos of Eastview High School pickup: endless traffic cones, parents treating rules as suggestions, mysterious unofficial pickup systems, a reflective-vested staff member she accidentally renames, and a teenager who can be standing directly in front of her while texting:

where are you?

Determined to make one supposedly simple task actually simple, Becca develops plans, backup plans, landmarks, rules, and eventually an entire family pickup protocol.

But somewhere between the flagpole, the loading zone, and one truly spectacular rainstorm, Becca begins to realize that maybe the problem isn't finding the perfect system.

Maybe it's learning which part of the chaos is actually hers to manage.

I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE is a sharp, warm Mom-Com about teenagers, school pickup, traffic cones, shared responsibility, and the very particular kind of love that makes you simultaneously proud of your child and desperate to ask how they have survived this long.

Perfect for readers who love observational humor, relatable family chaos, competent women pushed to the edge by ordinary life, and stories that prove the smallest daily frustrations are often the funniest ones.