Here's another chapter =) This was quicker then the last, but I'm going to work on making them EVEN faster. The next two chapters take place over one day, but after the next chapter I'm going to start making each chapter one week. Does that make sense? Anyway, PLEASE review!!!

*I do not own twilight*

I looked at my face in the mirror. My make up was running and I looked like death. Where was the tough Bella, the girl who knew how to carry herself. The old Bella hardly ever cried. This Bella cried daily.

Angela came into the bathroom, and stood next to me. "What happened? You don't look very good Bella, I think you should go home."

I just shook my head. So I go home today, what about every other day for the next few months? I can't just skip out on school for nine months.

"Do you want me to get a teacher?" Angela asked.

I shrugged. I don't know what I want. Angela disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with Miss Anderson, our english teacher.

Miss Anderson is really young, and a first year teacher. She is really nice, and really easy to talk to. When I first came to the school a month ago she went really easy on me, unlike all my other teachers. And whenever I needed someone to talk to, I always chose her.

"Whats up Bella?" She asked, her voice gentle.

I looked past her, at Angela, who was standing by the door. Miss Anderson turned to see what I was looking at. "Angela, can you go back to the class and tell everyone to keep reading Act four of the play. I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Angela disappeared, and once she was gone Miss Anderson turned to look at me.

"Come with me." She led me towards the main office, and into an empty office. She shut the door, and sat down. I did the same. "So whats up?"

"Nothing." I lied.

"Bella...I can tell that something is bothering you."

I took a deep breath. "I'm not sick."

"No?" She sounded surprised, but I couldn't tell if she was faking it or not.

"No."

"It seems like you are."

"I'm not." The room was silent for a minute as she thought about this. I placed my hand on my stomach, and looked down. "I'm not throwing up cause I'm sick." I said again. She looked at me, then at my hand, then at me, then back at my stomach.

"Oh Bella." She sighed.

"Please don't tell anyone." I whispered.

"Do your parents know?" She asked.

"Yes, my whole family does. I've been to the doctor and everything. I just don't want everyone here to know. Not yet at least. I don't want them to think of me differently."

"Are you going to be okay?" Miss Anderson asked.

"Yeah, I will. I'm tough."

"I know you are, but some things are hard for even the toughest people to deal with. You know can always talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, thanks." I smiled, and we stood up.

I followed her back to class, and I smiled as I sat down. I felt a lot better now that one person here knew.

Angela didn't ask me anything, and I didn't offer any information. We just did our work until the bell rang, then I headed to bio. Jess was waiting eagerly for me at our lab table.

"Oh my God!" She squealed, as I sat down, "Guess who just asked me to the snowflake dance?" She didn't even give me a chance to respond before she replied, "Mike Newton!" She dove into a story about how Mike had baked her cookies in the shape of snowflakes and how romantic it was. Once the teacher came in, she began scribbling her story in her notebook.

The rest of the morning went on like this, Jessica telling me every thing that Mike did and said this past week. It was nice, having her as a distraction. It made the day go by a lot quicker, and before I knew it, the bell was ringing for the end of the day.

I headed out to the parking lot to wait for Emmett and Edward.

They came a few minutes later, and we silently got into the car. "How was your day, Bells?" Emmett asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"Miss Anderson knows." I said bluntly. I expected there to be an awkward silence, but Edward didn't miss a beat.

"I have her for English. She's really nice, a great person to tell that to."

"Yeah, I guess so." I shrugged. Edward was right though, I am glad I told her, she's a good person to tell that kinda stuff to, cause she's not judging. Shes young, she understands whats going on in our heads.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Emmett asked, changing the subject.

"Family counseling."

"Oh." He said quietly, "That should be...interesting."

"Yeah, it'll be a real party." My voice was thick with sarcasm.

"Bella..." Emmett sighed.

"What? Do you want to go to therapy with them, a listen to them try and convince you to get rid of your baby?"

"That makes no sense Bells." Edward chuckled.

"I don't fucking care. They don't give a shit about me. All they care about is their perfect little family, and me having a baby is ruining that for me them." A tear was slipping out the corner of my eye.

"You don't actually believe that, do you? Bella, all they want is whats best for you. They look at you as child, someone who is too young to be a mom. They want you to have everything in life, and having a baby now, and raising it...it might not be the best idea right now."

"Not you too Emmett!" I cried. "No one understands!"

"Bella--" Edward turned around in his seat to look at me.

"Just stop talking. Please." I pressed my head against the cool glass. No one said anything the rest of the way home. The second we pulled into the driveway I jumped out of the car and ran into the house.

"Hi Bella," Esme looked up from the book she was reading, "How was your day."

"It was fine." I snapped.

"Really?" She sounded skeptical.

"Yeah. Really." I snapped again, as I headed up the stairs.

I ran up into my room, and slammed the door. None of them understood how I felt. They had lived with Carlisle and Esme their whole lives. None of them ever had to live without a family. No one understands just how much this baby means to me.

"Bella?" There was a knock on my door. "Can I come in?" Esme stuck her head into my room. I turned away from her. "Is anything wrong?"

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Its going to be okay. We are going to get through this together."

"Sure." I said, picking up a book of the nightstand.

"Ok, well we have to leave here at four thirty." She said, standing up.

"Whatever." I muttered, flipping trough the book.

Esme nodded her head, then left the room. I put down the book, then logged onto my computer.

I opened a google page, and typed in teenage pregnancy. I opened the first few pages, and read about it. Most of it was just technical stuff, and there were a few facts and statistics. None of it made me feel any better though, or made me feel any less alone in this.

I turned off my computer and started to work on some history homework. It helped take my mind off things for a while, but all I could think about was my baby.

At some point Alice came in, and sat down at her desk. She didn't talk to me at all, and I was grateful for the silence.

"Bella!" Esme called, "Time to go."

I shut my textbook and stood up.

"Good luck." Alice smiled up at me.

"Thanks Alice." I tried to smile, but it ended up more like a grimace.

I trudged down the stairs, where Esme was waiting. "We're going to meet Carlisle there." She told me, even though I didn't ask.

"Great."

"Bella." Esme's voice got real serious, "Please don't make a big fuss out of this. I expect you to be respectful to the doctor."

"Sure." I muttered.

"Bella!" She scolded.

"Okay, sorry. I'll be respectful." I followed her out the car. She didn't try to make conversation, which was good. I really don't feel like talking to her.

We pulled up in front of a large office building and I followed Esme into the main lobby. Carlisle was already sitting in one of the plastic chair, and he stood up as soon as he saw us.

"Ready?" He asked, looking at me. I ignored him, pretending there was something of great interest on my nail.

Esme looked at me, then nodded. Carlisle led us towards the elevator which we rode up to the fifth floor. He and Esme talked in hushed whispers as they led me down a white on white hallway.

"Here we are." Carlisle opened door which read 'Family Services.' and led us towards the reception desk. "We are here for a meeting with Dr. Harris." He told the blonde receptionist.

"Name?" She asked, popping her gum.

"Carlisle, Esme and Isabella Cullen."

"She'll be right out." The girl chewed.

"Thank you very much." Esme smiled as we sat down.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned away from Carlisle and Esme.

"Why are you so angry Bella?" Esme whispered, "You seemed fine with this yesterday."

"Yeah, well, I'm not fine with it. I'm not fine with people I have known for a month trying to take away my child. I am not even close to fine with that."

"Bella, we are not taking away your child, we just want you to make sure you know what your getting yourself into."

"Bullshit." I said louder then I had meant to. People turned to look at us, and Esme blushed.

"Quiet." She ordered.

"You be quite." I know it was a childish response, but I couldn't think of anything better. Thankfully Dr Harris came to get us before Esme could scold me again.

"Hi," A small lady with wavy brown hair and big green eyes, who looked to be no older then twenty five or twenty six, smiled at us. "I'm Dr Harris, but you can call me Laura."

"Its so nice to meet you Laura." Esme shook her hand, smiling widely. "I'm Esme, this is my husband Carlisle, and this," She said, turning to look at me, "Is our daughter Bella."

"Nice to meet you all." Laura smiled as she led us into a small, but well furnished office. She pointed to black leather couch and told us to sit. She sat across from us in a matching black chair.

"Now, why are you here?" Laura asked.

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