A/N. AHHH.... nobody has been reviewing much lately, but for those who have...
I thank you. Just to let you know, you won't find out who the father is
until close to the end of the story. I'll be posting hints throughout the
story though, so be looking for them. Now, onto the chapter.
Chapter 10 – I didn't do it!
......... 1 week later
After listening to all those arguments between my mother and I, my dad got sick of it. He asked me to move in with him until we could learn to get along with each other. My mother didn't seem to care.
So, here I am living with my dad. Life has been going good for me these past few days. School was going great. Emma and I have become the best of friends and were hanging out more often. Manny was still confused as to why we started hanging out all the time, but I didn't care.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:45.
"Oh shit," I thought, "I 'm gonna be late."
I raced over to my dresser and pulled out some blue jeans. I put them on as fast I could and was about to button them when I realized that I couldn't.
"What the hell?" I said to myself, "I only bought these jeans, like, 2 weeks ago! Why won't they fit?"
I tried as hard as I could to get the jeans on. I even laid down on my back and sucked my stomach in; they still wouldn't fit.
Finally, I just gave up. I ended up wearing some gray sweatpants, a white t- shirt, and some sneakers. When I was done getting dressed, I ran out of my room to say goodbye to my dad.
"Bye Dad," I said as I kissed his cheek, "I love you." Without waiting for a response from my dad, I ran out the door as fast as I could to catch the bus.
When I finally got to school, then bell had rung and I was already late for class. I walked into Mr. Simpson's classroom and quickly apologized for my tardiness.
It was already 20 minutes into the class when Mr. Raditch walked into the classroom.
"Simpson, would you mind if I borrowed Liberty for a minute?" He asked.
"Sure," Mr. Simpson looked over at me, "Liberty? Mr. Raditch would like to speak with you."
I was confused. What did Mr. Raditch want? It was not like I skipped class or got in a fight or anything.
Reluctantly, I got up and went with Mr. Raditch to his office.
"Liberty," Mr. Raditch asked motioning to his chair, "Would you please sit down?"
I sat down.
"What is it that you want Mr. Raditch? I haven't done anything wrong."
"It has come to my attention Liberty, that you are pregnant. Am I correct?"
I nodded.
How did he know? Did Emma tell him?
"You do realize that the school policy states that if any student is pregnant, she must attend the Unwed Mothers School, don't you?"
I nodded, "Yes, I know."
"May I ask who the father is?"
I looked away. I wasn't going to answer him.
"Liberty? Who's the father?"
"What does it matter to you? Knowing who the father is won't change anything."
"Yes it will. We could get the father to help you with this baby."
"It wouldn't help. He's not the type to take care of his responsibilities. Besides, it's not like you'd kick him out of this school like you're kicking me out right now."
"I'm sorry Liberty. It's school policy. There is nothing that I can do to change that."
He shook his head and sighed to himself, "I'm going to allow you to finish the day, but I want you to talk with your parents about this ok? I'll be giving your parents a phone call later this afternoon."
"Yeah, ok, whatever."
"Good, you can go now."
I got and started walking out the door, but turned around to ask him a quick question. "Would you mind me asking, who exactly told you that I was pregnant?"
"I cannot release that information. I'm sorry."
I sighed, "Why not?"
"It's not up to me to tell you. If that person wanted you to know they would tell themselves. Now, would you please leave my office? I have some work to do."
I quickly turned around and walked out the door.
I really didn't want to have to leave Degrassi. I loved it here. The teachers were nice; the activities were fun; I even had friends here. I couldn't believe that I, Liberty Van Zandt, the straight A student, actually got kicked out of school.
I still hadn't found out who told Mr. Raditch about me being pregnant. The only person that came to mind was Emma. Emma was one of the only people that knew I was pregnant. Why would she do this to me? After all we've been through.
The bell rang and it was lunch. I got my food and sat at an empty table. I was too upset to sit next Emma right now.
"Liberty!"
I turned around and saw Emma walking towards me. I groaned. I was not up to this today.
"Liberty, why aren't you sitting with us? I've been calling you name for, like, 5 minutes!"
"I've just had things on my mind that's all."
"Oh, well, come sit with us."
I shook my head, "No, I don't want to right now."
"Why not? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is. Did you say something to Raditch?"
Emma quickly shook her head, "No. Did he tell you that I said something?"
"He found out that I am pregnant."
Emma looked at me shocked, "He did? How'd he find out?"
"That's what I would like to know."
I eyed Emma suspiciously.
"You don't think that I told him...do you?"
"I don't know. You're the only person that I've told that could have told him."
"I didn't tell Liberty, I swear. You believe me don't you?"
"How can I believe you Emma? I know you told him Emma! How could you?"
"I didn't tell him anything!" She yelled.
By now, the cafeteria went quiet and everyone was listening intently as to what we were arguing about.
"YES YOU DID! AND NOW, BECAUSE OF YOU, HE KICKED ME OUT OF SCHOOL!"
"I didn't tell him. I swear. Why won't you believe me!"
Emma started crying.
I felt bad for yelling at her, but I knew that it had to be done.
I got up and ran out of the cafeteria. After realizing what I had just done I really started to feel guilty. I couldn't believe I had just done that. Emma had been a really good friend to me. Even when I felt like giving up, Emma was always there.
I decided to just skip the rest of that day. There was no use in staying at school anymore.
When I got home there was a message on the answering machine:
"Hey Libby, it's Dad. I'm not going to home tonight until about 11:00. I have some work that has to be done by tomorrow morning. There are some TV dinners in the fridge if you get hungry. I love you Liberty. Bye."
"Great," I thought to myself, "I guess I'll just have to find some way to entertain myself tonight."
I went to the freezer and pulled out some rocky road ice cream, chocolate chips, whip cream, and some milk. I went over to the blender and emptied all of the contents I had (except for the whip cream) into it. Once I was done I put the shake into a glass cup and sprayed the whip cream onto the top.
I walked over to the couch and flipped through the channels on the television. Nothing worth watching was on.
By 10:30 my eyes started hurting. Within 15 minutes I was asleep. I never even noticed my dad walk into the house and carry me up to my bedroom.
A/N. I'm so proud of myself. This is actually a pretty long chapter compared to my other ones! (It may not be the best chapter, but hey...) *grins* Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 10 – I didn't do it!
......... 1 week later
After listening to all those arguments between my mother and I, my dad got sick of it. He asked me to move in with him until we could learn to get along with each other. My mother didn't seem to care.
So, here I am living with my dad. Life has been going good for me these past few days. School was going great. Emma and I have become the best of friends and were hanging out more often. Manny was still confused as to why we started hanging out all the time, but I didn't care.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:45.
"Oh shit," I thought, "I 'm gonna be late."
I raced over to my dresser and pulled out some blue jeans. I put them on as fast I could and was about to button them when I realized that I couldn't.
"What the hell?" I said to myself, "I only bought these jeans, like, 2 weeks ago! Why won't they fit?"
I tried as hard as I could to get the jeans on. I even laid down on my back and sucked my stomach in; they still wouldn't fit.
Finally, I just gave up. I ended up wearing some gray sweatpants, a white t- shirt, and some sneakers. When I was done getting dressed, I ran out of my room to say goodbye to my dad.
"Bye Dad," I said as I kissed his cheek, "I love you." Without waiting for a response from my dad, I ran out the door as fast as I could to catch the bus.
When I finally got to school, then bell had rung and I was already late for class. I walked into Mr. Simpson's classroom and quickly apologized for my tardiness.
It was already 20 minutes into the class when Mr. Raditch walked into the classroom.
"Simpson, would you mind if I borrowed Liberty for a minute?" He asked.
"Sure," Mr. Simpson looked over at me, "Liberty? Mr. Raditch would like to speak with you."
I was confused. What did Mr. Raditch want? It was not like I skipped class or got in a fight or anything.
Reluctantly, I got up and went with Mr. Raditch to his office.
"Liberty," Mr. Raditch asked motioning to his chair, "Would you please sit down?"
I sat down.
"What is it that you want Mr. Raditch? I haven't done anything wrong."
"It has come to my attention Liberty, that you are pregnant. Am I correct?"
I nodded.
How did he know? Did Emma tell him?
"You do realize that the school policy states that if any student is pregnant, she must attend the Unwed Mothers School, don't you?"
I nodded, "Yes, I know."
"May I ask who the father is?"
I looked away. I wasn't going to answer him.
"Liberty? Who's the father?"
"What does it matter to you? Knowing who the father is won't change anything."
"Yes it will. We could get the father to help you with this baby."
"It wouldn't help. He's not the type to take care of his responsibilities. Besides, it's not like you'd kick him out of this school like you're kicking me out right now."
"I'm sorry Liberty. It's school policy. There is nothing that I can do to change that."
He shook his head and sighed to himself, "I'm going to allow you to finish the day, but I want you to talk with your parents about this ok? I'll be giving your parents a phone call later this afternoon."
"Yeah, ok, whatever."
"Good, you can go now."
I got and started walking out the door, but turned around to ask him a quick question. "Would you mind me asking, who exactly told you that I was pregnant?"
"I cannot release that information. I'm sorry."
I sighed, "Why not?"
"It's not up to me to tell you. If that person wanted you to know they would tell themselves. Now, would you please leave my office? I have some work to do."
I quickly turned around and walked out the door.
I really didn't want to have to leave Degrassi. I loved it here. The teachers were nice; the activities were fun; I even had friends here. I couldn't believe that I, Liberty Van Zandt, the straight A student, actually got kicked out of school.
I still hadn't found out who told Mr. Raditch about me being pregnant. The only person that came to mind was Emma. Emma was one of the only people that knew I was pregnant. Why would she do this to me? After all we've been through.
The bell rang and it was lunch. I got my food and sat at an empty table. I was too upset to sit next Emma right now.
"Liberty!"
I turned around and saw Emma walking towards me. I groaned. I was not up to this today.
"Liberty, why aren't you sitting with us? I've been calling you name for, like, 5 minutes!"
"I've just had things on my mind that's all."
"Oh, well, come sit with us."
I shook my head, "No, I don't want to right now."
"Why not? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is. Did you say something to Raditch?"
Emma quickly shook her head, "No. Did he tell you that I said something?"
"He found out that I am pregnant."
Emma looked at me shocked, "He did? How'd he find out?"
"That's what I would like to know."
I eyed Emma suspiciously.
"You don't think that I told him...do you?"
"I don't know. You're the only person that I've told that could have told him."
"I didn't tell Liberty, I swear. You believe me don't you?"
"How can I believe you Emma? I know you told him Emma! How could you?"
"I didn't tell him anything!" She yelled.
By now, the cafeteria went quiet and everyone was listening intently as to what we were arguing about.
"YES YOU DID! AND NOW, BECAUSE OF YOU, HE KICKED ME OUT OF SCHOOL!"
"I didn't tell him. I swear. Why won't you believe me!"
Emma started crying.
I felt bad for yelling at her, but I knew that it had to be done.
I got up and ran out of the cafeteria. After realizing what I had just done I really started to feel guilty. I couldn't believe I had just done that. Emma had been a really good friend to me. Even when I felt like giving up, Emma was always there.
I decided to just skip the rest of that day. There was no use in staying at school anymore.
When I got home there was a message on the answering machine:
"Hey Libby, it's Dad. I'm not going to home tonight until about 11:00. I have some work that has to be done by tomorrow morning. There are some TV dinners in the fridge if you get hungry. I love you Liberty. Bye."
"Great," I thought to myself, "I guess I'll just have to find some way to entertain myself tonight."
I went to the freezer and pulled out some rocky road ice cream, chocolate chips, whip cream, and some milk. I went over to the blender and emptied all of the contents I had (except for the whip cream) into it. Once I was done I put the shake into a glass cup and sprayed the whip cream onto the top.
I walked over to the couch and flipped through the channels on the television. Nothing worth watching was on.
By 10:30 my eyes started hurting. Within 15 minutes I was asleep. I never even noticed my dad walk into the house and carry me up to my bedroom.
A/N. I'm so proud of myself. This is actually a pretty long chapter compared to my other ones! (It may not be the best chapter, but hey...) *grins* Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
