Chapter 1
"Please tell me you didn't just say what I think you said", Mary said, shocked at the news Ruthie had just given her.
"You can't tell anyone, remember, you promised", Ruthie pleaded.
"Ok, ok, I won't tell. But you're going to explain this to me", Mary said firmly.
"There's really nothing to explain, I mean, I told you. Plain and simple. There's nothing left to say."
"No Ruthie. You can't tell me something like this and expect me not to ask about it", Mary snapped.
"Just forget it Mary. Please don't tell. You promised", Ruthie said.
"I'm not gunna tell", Mary said.
"I'll talk to you later", Ruthie said, and hung up the phone.
She layed back down and looked up at the ceiling. Everything was so messed up. She prayed that Mary would keep her secret. Although Mary was good at keeping secrets, she also happened to be good at blabbing everyone else's secrets. Ruthie closed her eyes, and finally fell into a very uneasy sleep.
Ruthie awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She gagged. She reluctantly got out of bed and dressed for school. When she got down to the kitchen her mother along with Sam and David were there to greet her. She mumbled good morning to the three of them and sat at the table. Annie placed a plate of food in front of her as well as a glass of orange juice. Ruthie pushed them aside and dropped her head on the table. Annie walked over to Ruthie with a look of concern on her face.
"Ruthie, why aren't you eating your breakfast", she asked.
"I'm just not that hungry mom. I'll get something on my way to school", Ruthie replied.
"Alright. But you better get going or you're going to be late", Annie said and kissed her forehead.
Ruthie hurried out the door with her backpack. As she walked down the sidewalk she got sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand lying to her mother's face that way. Maybe she shouldn't have told Mary. What if Mary told her mother? Or worse, what if she told thier dad? She walked unusally fast as all her thoughts raced through her head. How was she going to explain this to her family.
Ruthie Camden, daughter of Reverend Eric Camden, was pregnant.
It's a shory chapter I know. But I'm taking it one step at a time here. Read and review!