Okay, the next two chapters are important for the next story. Please enjoy. I'm trying to get this done before my choir concert on Sunday because this weekend, and next week, i'm going to be super busy with Mr. AHS today (Saturday), My choir concert tomorrow, then studying like crazy for my finals.
Here's the next chapter (I'm on a roll)
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I had a secret, a big secret people would kill me for. I couldn't stop staring at it, even though it had to be true I wished for it to be a lie. A big fat lie that's just there to scare me. I was only 14, how was I supposed to deal with this? My dad would be very very disappointed, and Kendie would never talk to me again. I did the math. It would be obvious after a while, so I couldn't always keep it a secret.
What had I done, I'd screwed up worse than ever before. It wasn't something I was proud of. Maybe they'd kick me out, then I wouldn't have anywhere to go. Theres no way that after it was revealed I could go to school, my future, the future my father dreamed of for me, and I dreamed for myself on broadway, was ruined. It was my fault. I figured I had to tell them eventually.
I just didn't know when, it was still scary for me. I couldn't believe it myself, how would anyone else believe me.
It took all the courage I had to tell them at dinner.
"I gotta tell you something" I said, not making eye contact because then they would know before I said anything that I was in trouble. It was dead silent for the longest time.
"What?" Kendie asked, growing impatient and getting frustrated. But that wasn't it. He was just scared of what I'd said. I was scared of saying it.
"Nevermind, it's not important" I said, and at the moment it probably wasn't. Kendie was being stressed on about his grades and my dad was frustrated with Kendie's grades. It wasn't a good time.
"Obviously it is, dumbass, if you thought to bring it up" Kendie said.
"Kendie Michael Curtis, you better learn some respect!" My father shouted. My secret would bring on more fighting. Maybe it would stop it, I still don't know. They were shouting at each other across the table though.
"I'm pregnant" I said quietly, but they still heard me and they shut up. Both staring at me with judging eyes. Too much so that I put my head down. Kendie shoved his plate on the ground, shattering it into peices. Even though that happened and he stormed out of the house my fathers eyes never left me. I got up and walked out of the house. That was my secret I was unproud of. My father wasn't angry, he wasn't even disappointed. He was flat out sad, and scared. I don't know what he's got to be scared about, other than me being his daughter.
I had never been so worried in my life. I went over to Johnson's with the pregnancy test in an envelope. I gave it to him and he stared at it for a long time, shaking his head.
"No" he said quietly "It was only once!" I walked away. Everyone was scared, everyone that knew. Nobody even cared how freaked out about this I was. I was still a child, how could I have one?
Kendie hasn't talked to me since that day. I hadn't talked to my father, even though I knew I needed them. He had pulled me out of school to teach me himself so I wouldn't have to deal with judgement. Then it came. The pains and the trip to the hospital.
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So, yeah, anyway. I know a lot of you hate Johnson. Trust me, he's not backing down at this. It makes him more mature.
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