People were scattered throughout
the hallway like little ants. Homeroom was obviously over, and I
had a very little span of time to make it to my first class on
Head down, I navigated through the
swarm of buzzing students. And before reaching the end of the
hall, I walked into Jesse. Instead of greeting him when he spoke,
I rolled my eyes and walked around him.
"Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow
down!" he said, grabbing my arm. "You don't see me
"As far as I'm concerned." I said,
rolling my eyes again, "you don't exist."
"What's wrong with you?" he asked,
clearly stricken with confusion.
"I'm just not in the mood for you
this morning, Jesse," I said, jerking away. "Excuse
I sat through first period,
thinking of the different lies that I could tell my mother. Of
course, I could just tell her the truth and just face the
consequences… That was the adult thing to do… Truth is, whenever
I talk to my mother, it's like she's not sure of whether to
treat me like an adult or like a child.
When I was only eleven, she began
telling me that I was old enough to take care of myself: to cook,
to clean, and to wash my own things. And when I nearly burned the
kitchen down trying to make something to eat when she was away,
she tried to justify the incident, correlating it to a normal
She wasn't' upset, and she wasn't
angry. In fact, I believe the blackened kitchen walls made her
feel somewhat proud…
But whenever I find myself getting
all sentimental about a guy, she gets hysterical. Then suddenly,
I'm just a "baby"… "I don't know what I'm getting into"… Or, I'm
"too young to know what I want." How dare she assume that? I love
my mother, but she barely knows me at all.
Sixth period had come, and I was
still debating whether to be truthful or to tell my mother more
lies. Jesse walked by me, and I didn't even notice him, until he
dropped a crumpled up wad of paper upon my desk.
I opened the wad and saw that he
sprawled a few anxious questions across the crinkled sheet of
paper. I suddenly felt a little bad for attacking him so
unexpectedly this morning… But honestly, didn't he deserve it? He
left a mark upon my innocent neck for the entire world to see!
And now, I'm in trouble and I'll undoubtedly have to have many
more uncomfortable conversations with my mother.
But on the other hand, Jesse can
be very understanding. We have our differences, but at least he
tries. And, I would hate for him to transform back into the ass
he had been before, just because I was being a tad
I sat straight up in my chair with
such a quickness that I startled the teacher. He looked at me
with worried eyes; and, I apologized for the interruption with a
jittery smile. Then he continued to teach.
I rewound my thoughts for a little
while and at that point it dawned on me…
"I could be
"What was that, Ms. Brighton?" Mr.
Rainey said, straightening his black frames so that they rested
comfortably upon the bridge of his nose.
"Did you say
"No, no sir," I responded, quickly
leaning back into my seat.
I took the crumpled sheet of paper
into my hands and scrawled across the bottom:
I think I'm pregnant…
Then, I carefully folded the
paper, and closed it within my notebook. With a nervous hand, I
stroked my hair and brushed the remaining strands behind my
It seemed like only a few minutes
later that the bell rang. I had thought the entire class period
away. I hopped up and walked--very--quickly out of the classroom.
But before I could get completely down the hall, Jesse caught up
"I can't… I'm going to be late."
"Wait, damn it!" he yelled,
grabbing my arm and yanking me back towards him. "What in the
hell is the matter with you?"
"I think I need to go
"Home? For what?"
"My mother… I need to go home to
talk to my mother…."
"What is it? Are you sick?" he
said in a desperate voice. "Talk to me…."
"I can't talk to you about
"I'm gonna be late for class."
I handed him the sheet of paper
and wriggled out of his grasp. I felt his eyes upon me as I
walked down the hall. When I reached the door, I turned slightly
and glimpsed him opening the crumpled sheet of paper.
I sat in my chair and looked down
at my stomach. Could I really be…?
Jesse had burst through the door
I silently gasped out his
"You're interrupting my class--" a
frustrated Mr. O'Brian interjected.
"Jen, I need to
"Don't force me to call the front
office," Mr. O'Brian interrupted once again.
Jesse hopped over a desk and moved
quickly down the aisle to my side.
"Are you sure…?" he asked in
almost a whisper, a hard gaze fixed upon me. "I mean,
"Alright, let's go!"
It was Coach Bayne who
interrupted. He pulled Jesse away from my desk; and while holding
him in an arm lock, he dragged him out of the classroom
screaming: "Just let me talk to her!"
After that display, the classroom
grew silent. I raised my hand very subtly, and the teacher
pointed to me.
"May I go to the front office and
Feeling pity for the previous
display, Mr. O'Brian escorted me to the front office. Instead of
my mother coming, my father picked me up. It was 1:50 p.m. when
he dropped me off at home. Mom wasn't home from work, and she was
sure to be gone until seven, at least.
I went upstairs to my room and
locked the door. I dug deep into the back of my dresser and found
the pregnancy test that I had bought only a little while
After following all of the
directions, I found myself nervously pacing the floor. Soon, it
was time to view the results. I closed my eyes and picked up the
stick. After taking one deep breath, I slowly opened my
The stick... It