Not mine.
The Highway Stretch
She doesn't want to not want the baby.
She wants to be happy to be happy about the child she's going to have. A tiny life growing inside her. A miracle
Except its not. It's just the growing cellular meiosis of Duncan's sperm and her egg, nine months of gestation and the product, a baby, will come out of her. Bio test Friday. Half his, half hers. She doesn't know which side she'll feel sorriest for.
Sometimes she can even believe it. Meg Manning the virgin princess of Neptune High pregnant. She can just imagine the rumors. It's laughable. And here they all think that Veronica is the slut. That's irony for you. Fucking laughable.
The minute her parents find out her life is going to be over. Really over. Vaguely she wonders about the safety hazard of moldy closets during pregnancy. She wonders about convents. They're going to take the baby away and make her repent, repent, repent for something she didn't even want. And she's scared for herself, for her child. No more school. No more Yale drama. Meg Manning's life is over.
Sometimes she wonders what it would have been like if Duncan had stayed with her. Maybe they would have eloped. He's a good boy and would have done the right thing. Except he's not, he's horrible in the worst way possible because he hides behind the sheen of goodness blinding everyone and then bailing when its not easy anymore. God, she hates him
She just needs to figure out what to do. She needs a plan. Someway out of this mess. She's Meg Manning and organization is one of her better skills. She's going to figure something out.
Last year she would have asked Veronica for help. Fuck that! Fuck Veronica Mars. Fuck Duncan Kane. She's going to do this on her own.
Taking out her day planner she puts in her next doctor's appointment. Just because she doesn't want to be a mom at 17 doesn't mean she's going to be an irresponsible one.
Then the bus shakes and she doesn't even register the explosion, it's like an earthquake. She hears tires squealing. The crashing into something else and then she's suspended, twisting in the air.
And she thinks that maybe god doesn't have a plan after all.
Splash.