Yo, I know that I haven't updated in some time, but really people I don't have the time. I try, but it's been busier then shit for me. But now I have come with more updates! I don't like this story, I was going to delete it but I just didn't. You know what I'm saying. So I'm sorry for the delay and yadda yadda yadda. Now, where did I leave off?

And in stepped Mom. "Oh sorry," she apologized. "Was I interrupting something?"

"Not at all Mr. Foutley. Here let me help you with those." Mitch took the paper bags filled with our groceries from our mother's arms and took them into the kitchen.

"Thank you Mitch," my mother said thankfully. "You have a real gentlemen Ginge." Before leaving the living room with my mother, Mitch winked at me.

"You have no idea," I said sarcastically under my breath. I walked up the stairs to my room. Nothing about my room has changed since the third grade. I love it. It just makes me forget everything that is going on now, I feel like I'm still ten. A time when nothing mattered and boys were better when they had cooties.

I buried my face in my pillow, nearly suffocating myself. I pressed tighter to feel more of the rush. But I snapped out of it. Suicide wasn't the way out. Things were going to get better. Well, that's what I have been telling myself.

The wind blew softly in through my window gently shaking the leaves on the tree. The quietness of the day began to lull me to sleep.

When I woke up the first thing I saw was Mitch sitting on a chair next to my bed. I sat up abruptly once I realized what he was doing. He was reading my journal. "You know, I come off as a really big jerk in this," he said thoughtfully as he turned the page.

"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.

"Nothing much." He finished up the page and placed the notebook back in its rightful place. "I never knew that Ginge."

"Knew what?"

"That you hate me."

"I don't hate you!" I exclaimed now feeling frightened.

"Sure sounds like you do." He picked up the diary again and thumbed to a page. "Take this little section for example. Dear Journal, today sucked-."

"I was just mad that day," I explained interrupting him.

"I tend to make you mad a lot huh?" I hesitated, and then nodded solemnly. "I don't try to." His voice was now quiet and very un-Mitch like. "It's just that… things have been kinda hard for me. You know with my parents divorce and all." I watched my boyfriend. He played nervously with the ends of his shirt.

"It's ok," I said in a whispered voice.

"No it's not," Mitch said, now look at me. "You know its not."

I said nothing.

"And I want to make it up to you."

Not I was shocked. I stared at him unsure if he was being serious. 'This could just be another one if his pranks,' I told myself mentally. 'It's just too… different.' But Mitch's face was serous. I could see no lie in his eyes. "How?" was all that I could come up with.

Mitch took a second to think this over. "How about for starters, I'll take you out for dinner tonight? You can pick where ever and whatever. It's on me."

Again this sounded too good to be true. Just an hour ago, this same boy was about to rape me. Now he is offering me a free meal. "I don't know-."

"Look Ginger, would I lie to you?" He laughed when I took sometime to think about that statement. "I really am sorry Ginger. I've just been angry and you were just the easiest person to take it out on. But I really do love you. It's been killing me since this started, but I just couldn't stop."

Silence filled the room. 'Is Mitch able to be trusted?' I asked myself. My mind filled with times when he was there for me. And those were countered with all the other times of pain he cause.

'Things are going to be different,' Mitch's voice said in my head. 'I promise.' After much thinking over, I came up with an answer. I would go, but if he starts again I'm gone. Forever. Mitch agreed grinning and told me to call him later when I think of a place to go.

He left me alone in my room. And for the first time in many months, I actually felt something. It was the faint feeling of happiness.

Dear Journal,

Like Mitch promised, nothing will go bad. For the past three weeks things have been going by smoothly. It's been like old times. I've gotten in touch with my friends again, my family seems more bearable, and Mitch has been great. He kept his word on the restaurant too. I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, just to test him. He just smiled and got the same thing too. It's been fun!

Tonight Mitch and I are going out again. This time we are going to a movie. We aren't sure which one yet, but we won't be watching it anyways. We'll too busy doing other stuff. I think Mitch is really the guy I am meant to be with. We've already have had sex (Mom better not find this. And if you are reading this Mom, sorry). But he didn't force me. I wanted to.

Well I need to go. I need to go buy something with Dodie and Macy. I'll tell you about it when I get back. Bye!

Love,

Ginger Foutley

I put my journal back into its hiding place. Dodie and Macy were just ringing the doorbell when I was about to leave my room. "I got it!"

I raced down the stairs and got the door. "Hi guys," I greeted my friends. "Just one second." I ran back into the kitchen where Carl is.

"Tell Mom that I'll be back before supper," I ordered him.

"Hn," Carl responded. He was too busy messing with some disembodied thing. I don't want to know what for.

I hurried back to the door and grabbed my purse of its hook before leaving. "You guys ready?"

The place where we were going wasn't that far away, so we decided to walk. "Ginger, are you sure you need this?" Macy asked.

"Yes! I just need to make sure," I answered keeping my eyes on the street ahead of me.

"But really, do you understand what this could do to you-!"

"I already thought about it," I interrupted Macy annoyed. "It's all I been thinking about. You guys haven't told anyone, have you?" Both shook their heads. A relieved smile crossed my lips.

We came to a small drug store. "Where do you think it is?" Dodie asked as we cruised down the isles, looking for the object needed.

"Maybe we should ask," Macy said.

"No!" I exclaimed. "It's too embarrassing!"

"Do you want to-."

"No!" I sighed outwards loudly. "Let's just get it over with. But you guys have to come with me."

"Are you scared?"

"No! I just-." I sighed again. "Are you guys going to help me with this or not? Or are you not my friends."

"Ginger, you know that we are always going to be here for you," Dodie said putting an arm around my shoulder, hugging me slightly. "Now let's go up there and ask!" I smiled at Dodie and nodded.

Slowly, the three of us inched our way up to the counter. There was a red headed women filing her nails. "What can I do for you?" she asked focusing on her nails.

"Uh," I stuttered. "I need…I need." Sucking up what little courage I had, I managed to say the last words. "A pregnancy test." My face heated up with embarrassment.

The women didn't react quit the way I expected her to. "Here you go sweetie." She handed me a box. "Is that all?"

"Uh yeah."

My friends and I got out of the drug store quickly and just began walking. The box was held in my purse. "Where should I take it?" I asked them.

"A gas station?" Dodie suggested. I gave her an 'ARE YOU CRAZY! THAT'S DISCUSTING' look. "Hey, if you do it at home, you're mom will find out. Do you want her to know."

"No," I said.

"You know you will have to tell her," Macy said. "She's going to find out sooner or later. It's better if you tell her and just get it over with."

"No, not yet," I told them. "I'm going to wait till it's too late for her to make me get an abortion."

Now Dodie and Macy looked shocked at me. "You mean you're going to keep it?"

"Of course," I said. "It's my baby, and Mitch and I will be the best people to take care of it."

"Have you even told Mitch yet?"

"No," I admitted. "I was going to wait till I see what it says. No reason to worry him if there is nothing to worry about."

"But do you think Mitch will-."

"If you are thinking that Mitch is going to leave, then stop right now!" I interrupted angrily. "We're going to raise it together. I already planned it out. He can go to the community college and I'll get a part time job. Hopefully Mom will let us stay in our house and help take care of the baby. Just until we can do it ourselves."

"Ginger, you are a junior in high school," Macy said. "You guys can't take care of a baby."

"Mitch is graduating this year," I went on. "You guys don't worry. I got this all planned out if it comes out positive. It's going to be ok."

For some time none of us said nothing. "So, when are you going to tell him?" Dodie asked me.

"That is the only part I haven't come up with yet," I said sheepishly. "But I'll think of something. Besides, who knows if I am really pregnant?"

We found a reset stop four blocks away. It was really embarrassing, especially since I knew that Dodie and Macy were waiting right outside the door. "What does it say?" Macy asked from the other side of the door.

"One second," I answered back. I had to wait five minutes. I unlocked the door and let my friends in. we waited impatiently for the results. During this time, not a word was said between the three of us.

Five minutes later the results came. It was red. "What does red mean?" Dodie asked excitedly. Macy read the box for answers.

"It's positive."

My friends and I began to jump and squeal together. "Oh my god Ginger!" Dodie exclaimed excitedly. "This is so exciting!"

"I know! I can't wait to tell Mitch!" I stopped jumped. Mitch, how was I supposed to tell him?

And that is where it ends. Yup, that is where I end it. I mean the chapter, not the story of course. That would just be stupid, wouldn't it? So what are you waiting for, REVIEW!