When lunch came I didn't feel hungry. I'd had a lot running through my mind. I sat at the same Table Ang and I had been sitting at since school started. The one by the trash bin. I took a bite of my bologna and cheese sandwich, the only thing I managed to snag before my fosters woke. Angela usually had something good. A turkey sandwish with lettuce mayonaisse and tomato, a bag of crunchy cheetos, a homemade brownie a coke and a love letter from her mother. She was embarrassed each time she pulled it out, quickly crunchy it in her hands. I'd never told that I would have traded everything for a cheesy letter from my mother. Even to hear her voice again, I would have given everything. But I just smiled and shook my head as I took another bite.

"Did you tell Bobby yet?" She asked unwrapping the brownie from her napkin and running her hands over her acid washed jeans, her pink and yellow bangles clanking against the plastic table.

"No, I don't plan on it." I looked over my shoulder, but he hadn't turned the corner yet.

"What do you plan on?"

"graduating."

"That's three years from now Tempe, what do you plan on doing now. With the… " Her eyes looking down to my abdomen, indicating the baby, "you know."

I had been thinking about it all morning, unable to pay attention in my lit class, "I don't know. If I tell my fosters, they'll have me removed from the house, they already told me."

"Would that be such a bad thing? After all, they barely notice you now. You think they'd notice you pregnant?"

"A fat pregnant girl is pretty hard to miss."

"You have to think of something sweetie, especially if you want to, you know, have the procedure."

I shook my head, "I'm not doing that."

"What other choices do you have?"

"Well, I can keep the baby and raise it."

"Temperance, sweetie, you're fifteen, what do you know about babies?"

"I know they cry a lot."

"Are you really taking that into consideration Tempe?"

I shook my head again, laying my sandwich on the brown paper bag I had stuffed it in, "I haven't taken anything into consideration."

Angela took my hand, "I'm sorry" She whispered.

"for what?"

"You've been through so much this year, why does God keep punishing you."

"I know my mother raised me to believe that God is loving and almighty, But this isn't loving. Why would he take my parents away, my brother. Throw me into the hell I'm in and give me a baby? If God's even real, I don't think he's very loving."

Angela brushed the tear that had fallen down my face, "I don't know why he does that. You certainly don't deserve this."

Just then a body slid onto the bench across from us and both of us looked up to see Seeley sitting across from us, "What are you doing here?" I asked quietly.

"Can't a guy enjoy his lunch with his friends?"

"He can." Angela said looking around, "But I don't see them."

Seeley smiled, "I can leave." He said starting to stand up.

"I'm not pushing you away." Angela said, "I just meant that we missed the memo that we're friends now."

Seeley sat back down, "sometimes my messanger gets distracted, memos get lost, you know how it is." He seemed so calm as he pushed the hot lunch mush around his plate, "What the hell is this stuff?" He said lifting a forkful and letting it fall back onto the plastic tray. Then he looked at me, "Is that all you have?" He asked eyeing my half eaten sandwich.

I stuttered a bit then answered, "Yeah."

" You're going to be hungry by 5th period." I knew that, since I'd had a bologna sandwich everyday for lunch since I'd been placed into the foster system.

"I'll be fine." I mumbled.

"No you won't, come on, you need to eat." He said standing up and pulling me to my feet. We were walking together, I could even smell his cologne, and he seemed so cool, to be seen walking into the cafeteria with me. Students looked at him like he was a celebrity- but of course, he was the school star, the head of every sport the school offered.

"Seeley!" A girl waved. Her blond hair in a side ponytail, she wore an oversized pink shirt held up by a black belt and black leggings, black boots, covered by black and pink striped leg warmers, her smile was perfect, "Come sit with us!" she giggled.

But he put up his hand, "Maybe tomorrow, Sandra." He said as we made our way to the kitchen, She frowned at his decline and turned to her friend, "Why is he with her?" Her look of disgust was pointed directly at me. I turned to walk back to the table but his voice stopped me in my tracks, "Where are you going?" He asked.

I turned to him, "Stop pretending, Seeley." I said fighting back tears, it was bad enough I hated myself enough as is, now I was pregnant, and now, after years of being in the same math classes he wants to be my friend.

He took a step towards me. "What are you talking about?"

"This." I said waving my hand between us , "I don't need your charity."

"I don't know what you are talking about Temperance, I thought we were friends?"

"Since when? Since when did you ever care to sit with me at lunch. You were nice this morning, but don't think I will take your charity. I can handle myself." I said as I walked away.