Sunday mornings. Usually an ideal opportunity for cherubs to have a lie in, as there weren't any lessons on Sundays. However, this wasn't the case for Kerry, who, for nearly three weeks had woken up feeling sick. She couldn't do what she normally did, which was lying in bed feeling warm and cosy, she had to rush to the toilet to throw up. It wasn't fair: she was the only one on campus to get this horrible stomach bug, which had overlapped the New Year. After she got dressed, she watched some TV, because it was really early and she knew none of her friends would be down at breakfast yet. At half nine she turned off the TV, then went along the corridor to her boyfriend, James', room. She knocked and a voice answered, "Come in,". Kerry entered. "James, do you want to go to breakfast now? I'm starving,"
"You're always starving," James moaned. He had been playing on his play station, but had paused the game to answer. Kerry gave him her best puppy eye look. "Alright." He switched off the games console.
As it was Sunday, a full English breakfast was on offer. Kerry and James got the same, which was unusual because Kerry never usually ate as much as James - he ate in what Kerry called 'elephant portions'. She had two slices of toast, a fried egg, baked beans, bacon, a sausage and two hash browns.
"You will never finish that in a million years," James said as they sat down with the gang - Callum, Connor, Gabrielle, and Kyle. Bruce was the only one missing as he was away on a mission.
"Like I said, I'm starving," Kerry began to tuck into her breakfast. The gang watched in amazement at Kerry, who normally at the least amount of everyone, clean her plate and go back for seconds.
Kyle couldn't help but put in a smart-ass comment whilst Kerry was coming back with her seconds. "You might want to slow down Kerry, as you'll end up bigger than James, which is saying something."
All but James and Kerry laughed. "Ha, ha, Kyle, my sides are splitting that's so funny," James said sarcastically.
"With all that food in your belly you certainly will, mate," Kyle said.
James turned to Kerry. "Seriously, where do you put it? I mean, there's enough for two! A few weeks ago you struggled to finish a Big Mac and large fries from McDonalds."
At this, Kerry put down her knife and fork, and ran from the cafeteria before anyone could say anything. She quickly got a 'town pass', which allowed her to go into town, and caught the bus. Then she headed towards the nearest Sainsbury's. She founds what she was looking for. She was still hungry, so she bought herself a couple of chocolate bars too. When she put the item through the till, the cashier gave her a strange look.
"It's, um, for my mum." Kerry hated lying, but sometimes it had to be done. After paying she went to the Sainsbury's toilets. She locked the door, then took out the pregnancy test. One minute later, she was ready to faint. It was positive. She did it again to check, and she got the same result. She began to panic, and was hyperventilating. She would almost certainly be kicked out of CHERUB for this. Why did she agree to James' suggestion? Because it was Christmas, she'd had a little bit of champagne (smuggled in by Kyle) and at the time it had seemed like a good idea, that's why.
"Are you alright, dear?" a middle aged female voice asked.
"Um, fine," Kerry croaked, because she had a dry throat. This was a complete and utter lie. Kerry felt worse than she had done when she had woken up, and that was bad enough. She took a few deep breaths and unlocked the door.
Kerry stormed through James' bedroom door. James was watching TV. He was fairly used to Kerry getting angry, on account of him always copying her homework, so he remained calm.
"Hey, Kerry," he said, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen. She ignored him, then slapped him on the cheek. "Owww! What was that for? It really hurt!" James looked at her as if she was insane. He hadn't done anything, had he? He'd only asked her to check his history essay, but that was three days ago.
"For being you!" Kerry shouted.
"You, know, Kerry, I can't help that," James said as if Kerry was stupid.
"No! You and your stupid idea to have sex got me pregnant! Are you happy now?"
"Kerry, I'm trying to watch TV," James said impatiently.
"James, listen to me." Kerry spoke slowly and clearly. "I am fourteen and I am pregnant with your baby!"
"Kerry, calm down, we can do our geography homework tomorrow morning," James turned back to the TV, while Kerry stood fuming. A few seconds later, James realised what Kerry had said.
"What?!" he sat bolt upright. "But…Is this a joke? This has Kyle written all over it."
"No, it's now joke, you idiot! And you told Kyle we had sex?"
James thought for a moment. "No, actually." He stood up and gasped. "Oh, my God! You can't be pregnant! Please tell me I'm dreaming!" James then hit his forehead on the wall several times trying to wake himself up.
"James!" Kerry tried to pull James away from the wall. "We can't tell anyone, or we'll get kicked out of CHERUB.
"Why can't you have an abortion?" James asked once he had recovered from his shock.
Kerry silently retreated. "Because I want to have our baby."