Chapter 6 – You have a choice

School wasn't the same any more. It didn't matter to me whether I failed a test or missed a homework assignment. Everyone seemed to be worrying about me. They didn't have any idea of what I was going through. My mother was still dead set on me having an abortion, but I still wasn't sure if that was the option I wanted.

I walked in ten minutes late to Mr. Simpson's class. I got a lot of weird stares, but I brushed them off. I didn't really care.

"It's nice of you to finally show up Liberty," smirked Mr. Simpson.

I sat down next to Emma and just stared blankly at the computer.

"Are you ok Liberty?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm fine.

"I told you before that you could talk to me. I know something is up with you liberty, what is it?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"I don't have time for this Emma."

"After class, meet me in the girl's bathroom. I need to talk to you."

"Whatever."

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I ran into the bathroom having the feeling that I was about to throw up. I had forgotten that Emma wanted to meet with me.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Liberty?"

I got up and opened the door.

"What do you want Emma?"

"I just want to talk."

"What's there to talk about?"

"There's something wrong with you, but you won't tell me."

"Gee, you're a quick one aren't you?"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"There's nothing to help with!"

"Yes there is! Now tell me!"

"It's none of your god damn business! Now stop being so freaking nosy!"

"Fine. Forget I even tried."

Emma turned around and started walking away.

"Emma wait."

She stopped and turned around.

"There is something wrong."

She folded her arms.

"I-I'm pregnant."

She stared at me with her eyes wide.

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. I was going to----I was going to get an abortion and just forget anything happened."

"I don't know what to say Liberty."

"You don't have to. Anyway you got what you wanted, can I go now?"

"Did I ever tell you my mom had me at 14?"

"No."

"Everyone pressured her into having an abortion, but she didn't. Do you know why?"

"Cause she didn't have the money?" I smirked.

"That isn't funny. She didn't do it because she felt that if you were 'responsible' enough to have sex than you are 'responsible' enough to pay the consequences."

"Your mother is braver than I am."

"So are you. I've seen a lot of what you do. You can get through this Liberty. You ARE brave."

"Thanks, but my mom really wants me to have an abortion. She said everything would get better."

"It's your decision Liberty."

"Not according to her."

"You have a choice Liberty. It's just up to you to decide want you want to do with it."

A/N: I'm not really sure how Emma's mom handled her pregnancy or what her friends influenced her to do. So if I'm wrong, I apologize.