Chapter 28.

Summer School

(Sam's POV)

-One Week Later-

My last week of summer school! Yes! I was so excited to get this over with. It's bad enough I have to work and not get to see Morgan but summer school is just a big waste of time. I didn't fail because of my grades, and I doubt it had anything to do with my attendance. This school just hates me because I got pregnant.

I was sitting in my class with a few kids that I know pretty well from detentions I've received back before November of last year. November was the month I found out I was pregnant, so Freddie made me stop getting detentions.

"Hey, Sam." Rip-Off Rodney greeted as he was, once again, late for class. Though, Mr. Howard didn't mind. He's barely ever in here. He treats it as if it were detention.

"Hey, Rip-Off." I said back, staring blankly at the chalkboard infront of me that read 'Children Are The Devil'. I'm sure it was something Mr. Howard wrote to remind us of how much he hates us.

"So, I haven't ask yet, but how's the kid?" Rodney asked. I turned my head and looked at him, who was sitting in the desk next to mine.

"What?" I asked, almost thrown back by the sudden question.

"Wait, you were the one who had the baby, right? I haven't seen you in detention almost all throughout the school year so I didn't know. My apologies if I've mistakened."

"No, no. I had a baby. I'm just surprised you asked. It was pretty random." I said.

"Oh, I see. So, how's it all going?" He asked.

"It's going." I replied. "A little tough, but we try our best."

"Male or female?"

"Girl. Her name's Morgan Lynne Benson." I explained.

"Wait, wait, wait. Benson? As in Freddie Benson?"

"You know, you're not the first person to as me that as soon as I say Benson. But yes, Freddie's the father."

"Wow," Rodney looked shocked. "I didn't know he had it in him."

"Neither did I." I chuckled awkwardly.

"Is he good?"

"What?" I absolutely could not believe what he just asked me!

"Is he good? You know, in bed?" Making himself a little bit more clearer, as if I didn't know what he was asking before.

"I'm not answering that question. That's disgusting to even ask me that."

"So he's not good in bed?"

"I never said that!"

"So he is. Must be if he knocked you up."

"I'm done with this conversation." I turned around and stared at the chalkboard again.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I was just kidding. So how old's Morgan?" He asked. I sighed and turned back around to talk to him.

I truly didn't want to end the conversation with Rodney. Everyday, I just show up and talk to no one and do nothing. It's basically a waste of my precious time! And I don't have a lot of it, anymore!

"Three months." I said.

"Do you have a picture of her?" Rodney asked. I dug into my bag to find my wallet and pulled out a picture I took last week. It was a picture of Freddie asleep on our bed with Morgan fallen asleep on his chest. I got a good close up on it, too.

"Cute kid. She looks like you." I was completely shocked that he even said that. Not one person has ever said she looked like me. No one.

"No she doesn't. She looks like Freddie." I said.

"No, I definitely see more resemblance if you in her than Freddie. Let me see the picture again." I handed Rodney the picture.

"See? She looks just like Freddie." I said.

"I still don't see it. I mean, she has Freddie's nose, that's the truth. But I see a lot of you in her. And not just her curly, blonde hair, either. Does she have your eyes?" He asked. She was asleep in the picture, so you couldn't see her eyes in it.

"Nope, she has Freddie's brown eyes." I said.

"Blonde hair and brown eyes? One of the rarest eye and hair color combinations." Rodney said, handing the picture back to me.

"Yeah, I know. Freddie looked it up. The doctor was shocked when I took her to her one-month check up and he saw that she had blonde hair and brown eyes." I said as I put the picture back in my wallet and threw it back into my bag.

"I bet. So, I'm guessing Freddie is oodles of help, seeing as he is the 'responsible' one." Rodney said, using finger-quotes on 'responsible'.

"Eh, he wasn't at first. I mean, he helped but he didn't help in the way I needed him to. He didn't wake up in the middle of the night when she cried and unless I was extremely busy with something, he wouldn't change her diapers or feed her." I explained.

"Yikes. Did it change or is it still the same?"

"It periodically got better and as soon as I started summer school, it's been the best. I don't have to ask for his help and he gets up when she's crying at two in the morning. But I guarantee that if he still acted the way he did during her first weeks of life, I probably would of left him. I didn't want to be with someone who wasn't going to help me. But I'm glad he stepped up and everything is running pretty smoothly now with his help."

"Wow, I would of never guessed that. I was sure it'd be you having a hard to time adjusting to everything. No offense."

"None taken. And I thought the same thing too, until the nurse handed her to me in the hospital. That's when I knew I had to change. For my baby, of course. She's the only one worth changing for. I also vowed that I would never turn out like my mother."

"Oh, yeah. How's your mother doing? Still got that rash?" Rodney asked and I laughed a bit, remembering my mom's awful rash that spread to her- you guys don't need the details.

"I wouldn't know. I don't live with her anymore." I said.

"You don't?" Rodney asked.

"Nope. She kicked me out as soon as I told her I was pregnant. But I don't care. I'm doing perfectly fine without her. Besides, I don't need her input on how to be a mother. She doesn't know how to be one. I'm doing a damn better job the past three months than she ever did during my seventeen years of existence."

"Hmm, pretty harsh, don't ya think?" He asked.

"Pfft, serves her right for raising me the way she did." I said. "I'll never let my daughter experience half the chiz my mom had me experience. Unstable relationships, new guys every week, feeding me like twice a year."

Before Rodney could say comment, Mr. Howard barged into the classroom.

"I heard talking!" Mr. Howard yelled.

"Dude, this isn't detention. This is summer school. Either teach us something, or let us leave. You're wasting my time." I said.

"What, does mommy need to get home to her wittle baby and boyfwiend?" Mr. Howard mocked.

"Dude, if you don't shut your mouth about my business in the next ten seconds, I'm going to smack off the very few pieces of hair left on your head!" I threatened.

"She would." Rodney added and a few other kids in the class started nodding in agreement.

"She doesn't have to guts." Mr. Howard spat.

"That's it!" I started to climb over my desk, in an attempt to reach over to him quicker without anyone in my way. But before I could get my right foot over the desktop, Rodney and a few other kids started to grab me and pull me back.

"No, Sam! It's not worth going to jail over!" Rodney said, trying to get me to calm down.

"No, it's totally worth it!" I said, my eyes still set on Mr. Howard's big, bald head.

"No, it's not! Think about Morgan!" I immediately stopped trying to get out his and the other kids' arms and became still. "If you go to jail, what kind of example is that on Morgan?"

After a couple minutes of thinking about it, he was right. Morgan was worth staying out of jail. I grabbed my bag and started heading out the door. "I'm outta here."


"Hey, Sam. You're home early." Freddie said as I walked into the living room. He was giving Morgan a bottle and watching Rugrats.

"Yep." I replied as I plopped down next to him on the couch.

"Why are you home early?" He asked.

"Almost beat up Mr. Howard." I said nonchalantly. "Got any meat?"

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm hungry." I replied.

"No, I mean why did you almost beat up Mr. Howard?"

"Oh, because he was being himself today." I said. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Of course." Freddie said. "So, you just got up and left?"

"Pretty much. You know, after some kids held me back from attacking Mr. Howard." I explained.

"So that's what stopped you from beating him up?" Freddie asked.

"No. Rodney, that kid who gets arrested all the time, pointed out that I could get arrested and said it wouldn't be a good example to Morgan if I get sent to jail. Again."

"Ah. Well, he's right." Freddie said.

"I know. That's why I just grabbed my bag and left. Summer school is such a waste. We don't do anything. I'm in a class with just kids who need to make up their attendance. The least they can do is make it worth going to." I said.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Freddie took the bottle out of Morgan's mouth and placed her on his shoulder, patting her back gently to get her to burp.

"It's okay. Just a couple more days left and then I'm done for good with summer school."

"I'm sure you'll survive just a couple more days." Freddie said.

"I hope so. I just don't want to be in jail for assault before I'm done."


A/N: Just a random chapter, dedicated to Shmarf's idea of seeing Sam in Summer School. I've never been in summer school so I have no idea what it's like XD I'm nothing like my brother.

Speaking of school, on August 30th, just a little over a week from now, I start my first day of school (It's my Senior Year :D) I'm going to a new Tech School instead of finishing at my high school because, well, I hate my high school. So, once school starts I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update but I'm going to try to make it at least 1-2 chapters per week. I won't know what it's going to be like this year because it's my first year at a new school. So, let's just hope I'm not all that busy and will be able to update a lot!

Sorry I didn't update last night. I was EXHAUSTED and could barely focus on the computer screen.

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