Chapter 11 – A new friend
...... 2 weeks later.
I walked into my classroom of UMS. There were only about 6 other girls in there. They were huge.
"Liberty Van Zandt?" the teacher asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
"You can go to the back and take a seat next to Marissa."
I walked over to a girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She was pretty, but she wasn't what you would call you typical "beauty queen." She appeared to be really small. I didn't want to touch her out of fear that I would break her.
"I'm Marissa," she said while extending her hand.
"Liberty," I shook her hand.
"How far along are you?"
"I'm a freshman."
She laughed, "I mean, how long have you been pregnant?"
I blushed, "Oh, I'm about 3 months."
"You don't look 3 months. You look maybe 4 or 5."
"Yeah, I know. I don't fit into anything anymore."
"Same here."
"How far long are you?"
Marissa rubbed her stomach, "Eight months, and counting."
I smiled, "What grade are you in?"
"I'm a Junior."
"Oh."
She didn't look to be a junior. If I were to see her walking down the street, I would think she was an eighth grader.
"Ok class," announced the teacher, "What we are going to learn to today is how to burp and feed a baby. Have any of you had experience with feeding newborns? Anyone?"
She looked around. Only two girls raised their hands.
"Not as much as I was hoping, but that's a start."
"Ms. Coleman is very nice," Marissa whispered, "You'll like her."
"I hope so."
"Ok, everyone, go get your babies," said Ms. Coleman
All the girls, except for one, went into this backroom and took out dolls. Marissa came back with one for me.
"Here," Marissa said as she handed me the doll, "I got you a girl."
"Ok, why so specific with the gender?"
"Well, these dolls are a lot like real babies, and well, have you ever tried to change the diaper of a boy and have them pee all over you? It's not pretty," Marissa laughed.
"All righty then."
I heard crying behind me and turned around see what it was. A girl was holding her baby, but it wouldn't stop crying.
I got up.
"Can I hold her?" I asked.
She nodded and handed her baby over to me.
As soon as the baby was placed in my arms, it stopped crying.
"What is it?" I asked.
"A girl."
"She's so cute."
She smiled, "Thank you."
"I'm Liberty, by the way."
"I'm Lindsay. You seem to be a natural mother. Do you have any other siblings?"
I shook my head, "Nah, I'm an only child."
"You must be lucky, I grew up with six sisters."
My eyes widened, "Six? Whoa."
"Yeah, I guess you say that girls just run in my family."
I laughed, "How does your dad handle it?"
"He doesn't. I grew up without him."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You see, I'm the youngest, and my dad told my mom that if they had one more girl, he would leave. And, as you can see, he did."
"I kinda know how you feel. I grew up without my dad too. He came back after six years, and now I'm living with him."
"Oh, and does he know you're pregnant?"
I nodded, "Yeah. He's actually been more supportive than my mom, which is surprising."
"I bet."
"I think I should take her," Lindsay said as she noticed the baby start to fuss.
"Ok," I handed the baby to her and sat down next to Marissa.
"What were you doing with her?" Marissa asked.
"Who? Lindsay? I was just helping her out with her daughter."
"Well, I wouldn't talk to her if I were you."
"Why not?"
"She's trash. She lives in a trailer park not too far from here."
"And you think she's trash just because she lives in a trailer?"
"No, I heard she drove her father away when he found out that she was pregnant. Besides, she doesn't even know who the father of her baby is."
"I guess that makes me trash too because I don't even know who the father of my baby is."
I got up and went to sit next to Lindsay, but before I did, I had to make one last comment, "You know, before you say things about people like that, you should get to know them. Lindsay is a very nice girl. And you, you're just a bitch."
A/N. I'm debating whether or not to tell you who the father is in the next few chapters. What do you think? Should I, or should I not? It's up to you to decide. So, hurry up and review!
...... 2 weeks later.
I walked into my classroom of UMS. There were only about 6 other girls in there. They were huge.
"Liberty Van Zandt?" the teacher asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
"You can go to the back and take a seat next to Marissa."
I walked over to a girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She was pretty, but she wasn't what you would call you typical "beauty queen." She appeared to be really small. I didn't want to touch her out of fear that I would break her.
"I'm Marissa," she said while extending her hand.
"Liberty," I shook her hand.
"How far along are you?"
"I'm a freshman."
She laughed, "I mean, how long have you been pregnant?"
I blushed, "Oh, I'm about 3 months."
"You don't look 3 months. You look maybe 4 or 5."
"Yeah, I know. I don't fit into anything anymore."
"Same here."
"How far long are you?"
Marissa rubbed her stomach, "Eight months, and counting."
I smiled, "What grade are you in?"
"I'm a Junior."
"Oh."
She didn't look to be a junior. If I were to see her walking down the street, I would think she was an eighth grader.
"Ok class," announced the teacher, "What we are going to learn to today is how to burp and feed a baby. Have any of you had experience with feeding newborns? Anyone?"
She looked around. Only two girls raised their hands.
"Not as much as I was hoping, but that's a start."
"Ms. Coleman is very nice," Marissa whispered, "You'll like her."
"I hope so."
"Ok, everyone, go get your babies," said Ms. Coleman
All the girls, except for one, went into this backroom and took out dolls. Marissa came back with one for me.
"Here," Marissa said as she handed me the doll, "I got you a girl."
"Ok, why so specific with the gender?"
"Well, these dolls are a lot like real babies, and well, have you ever tried to change the diaper of a boy and have them pee all over you? It's not pretty," Marissa laughed.
"All righty then."
I heard crying behind me and turned around see what it was. A girl was holding her baby, but it wouldn't stop crying.
I got up.
"Can I hold her?" I asked.
She nodded and handed her baby over to me.
As soon as the baby was placed in my arms, it stopped crying.
"What is it?" I asked.
"A girl."
"She's so cute."
She smiled, "Thank you."
"I'm Liberty, by the way."
"I'm Lindsay. You seem to be a natural mother. Do you have any other siblings?"
I shook my head, "Nah, I'm an only child."
"You must be lucky, I grew up with six sisters."
My eyes widened, "Six? Whoa."
"Yeah, I guess you say that girls just run in my family."
I laughed, "How does your dad handle it?"
"He doesn't. I grew up without him."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You see, I'm the youngest, and my dad told my mom that if they had one more girl, he would leave. And, as you can see, he did."
"I kinda know how you feel. I grew up without my dad too. He came back after six years, and now I'm living with him."
"Oh, and does he know you're pregnant?"
I nodded, "Yeah. He's actually been more supportive than my mom, which is surprising."
"I bet."
"I think I should take her," Lindsay said as she noticed the baby start to fuss.
"Ok," I handed the baby to her and sat down next to Marissa.
"What were you doing with her?" Marissa asked.
"Who? Lindsay? I was just helping her out with her daughter."
"Well, I wouldn't talk to her if I were you."
"Why not?"
"She's trash. She lives in a trailer park not too far from here."
"And you think she's trash just because she lives in a trailer?"
"No, I heard she drove her father away when he found out that she was pregnant. Besides, she doesn't even know who the father of her baby is."
"I guess that makes me trash too because I don't even know who the father of my baby is."
I got up and went to sit next to Lindsay, but before I did, I had to make one last comment, "You know, before you say things about people like that, you should get to know them. Lindsay is a very nice girl. And you, you're just a bitch."
A/N. I'm debating whether or not to tell you who the father is in the next few chapters. What do you think? Should I, or should I not? It's up to you to decide. So, hurry up and review!
