"Give her about ten minutes." DC replied, as she and Justin came up.

When I sat in the computer room, I saw what DC was talking about. Annette walked in— all smiley, but then she noticed everyone's silence. She looked at the computers, to see a picture of a fat, brace-wearing girl she use to be. She rushed to every computer to close the screen. When she got to mine, she just stared at me.

"What? Can I help you?" I didn't do it, so why should I get her attitude?

She went to Pastor Mike's office and turned on his TV to show him. "It's not fair. I'm trying to be a good Christian and a living example of Christ's love, and I have done nothing but bust my buns for those sinners."

"Those who did this will not escape the eyes of God, Annette."

"You know it was DC and Mari."

"Do you have proof?"

"Proof?" she scoffed, "I gave you proof before and you haven't done anything about it."

"Like I said, if they're responsible for this, they won't escape God's eyes." He left it at that, and had her go to class.

That night, Annette was praying; asking God to show us what we're doing is wrong. She was stressing out. She was taking it too seriously. "Please, Lord, please. Just tell me what I need to do."

DC was trying to help me calm, "In like, two weeks we're out of here."

We got out of the car, "Yeah, I know." We looked at the crowd in front of the school. I then noticed the graffiti and pointed it out to DC and Justin, "Oh, my god."

Pastor Mike told everyone to ignore it and go to their classes. He looked at us, "You two, come with me."

"Unbelievable. I can't even concentrate today, now." Annette said as she walked past us.

Pastor Mike was going through DC's locker. He found a couple of cigarette cases, which she didn't deny of her own. He then came across two cans of spray paint.

"What? That's not mine."

"Pastor Mike," the secretary went through my locker and found a can of spray paint as well.

"Anything else?" he asked as he finished up looking through DC's locker.

She found my sonogram, looked at me, then answered, "No." she put it in a folder she was holding, but it fell on the floor when Pastor Mike walked toward us.

Pastor Mike picked it up, looked at it, then looked at me, "Mari?"

I fainted from shock. DC thankfully caught me. And I was dragged to the clinic office.

Justin looked up to find his sister, "You have everything, Annette. What are you so afraid of?" he then followed us down the hall.

When I woke up, I was on the clinic-bed with Billie sitting on a chair next to the bed. I told her what happened.

She walked out of the room, then shortly returned with a cup of water. "You offered your virginity to save Alex?" I just nodded.

"Because Jesus told you to?" Pastor Mike stood at the doorway. I nodded again. "Can I have a word with you, Billie."

They went into the staff-room.

"What's the matter Mike?" Billie asked.

"You didn't know she was pregnant?"

"I thought she was eating healthy, finally."

"You're so blinded by this, that you can't even see it."

"See what?"

"Let me spell it out: God is punishing us, by getting our attention through Mari."

"That doesn't even make sense,"

"The longer we lived in sin, the worse things got for her. We're not spiritually right with the Lord, and we're not fit to help her." Billie just stood there, not sure what to say. Pastor Mike picked up a Mercy House flyer, "Alex has been here for almost a year. They can help her."

"I want to think about it."

"If you don't send her to get help, I don't think I can see you anymore."

"DC, wait." Justin rushed after his girlfriend.

"I got expelled. Can you believe that? He expelled me for something I didn't do."

"I'll go with you."

"I can't deal with anything, right now. I have to go." She took off in her car.

"I don't have a ride," Justin sighed.

That night, Tony was going through pictures. He found the photo he took of me on Halloween. I was laying in my bed, holding the Valentine's Day card from Tony. Alex was in bed, looking toward his sleeping room-mate, holding his Bible, and being confused about how he feels and how he should feel. Billie was holding the flyer in one hand and flipping through an old album, dazed in thought. Pastor Mike was driving around, trying to think.

The next morning; Saturday, Justin woke-up on the grass next to his wheel chair. He got on his chair and looked up at the billboard Jesus, "Please, let me find her." He took the city-bus to the diner Downtown.

DC was driving around town, she then drove Downtown. As she parked her car, she looked up at the sky and said, "Please, let me find him." She walked to the diner and saw the back of Justin. She hugged his neck, "You know where a girl can get some smokes?" she asked as she sat down. He smiled and handed her a cigarette.

Meanwhile, Billie was folding my clothes into a suitcase.

"You don't fold." I sat on my bed, miserable.

"Well, I'm folding now."

"I'm not going to Mercy House."

"We agreed this is the best for you."

"Who's we?"

"Pastor Mike said this child needs to be raised by a mother and father."

"So, I don't get a say in this?"

"You're too young!" Billie took a breath, "Something like this can ruin the rest of your life."

"What, Billie, did I ruin your's?"

"Don't say that!" she dropped the folded shirt and walked out of my room.