Chapter 5: Going Out on the Town.

Dianna POV

I decide that sitting in my apartment all day, moping around, and feeling sorry for myself isn't the suitable solution. So, I clean myself up, and decide I'm going out to learn about New York. I mean, it's supposed to be the greatest place on earth. There's the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and so many other things. I've got all day, it's only 8:30 in the morning, and I'm a 14 year old. What can't I do? Plus, it's Saturday so no one will think that I'm just skipping class.

"Ready for a fun filled day? We are going to completely forget about the rest of the world. That sound wonderful to me, and think about it. When you get here, it's going to me and you. That's all we are going to need is each other. Man, I can't wait until you can actually talk to me." I talk to my little one.

"Food first? Yeah." I walk around until I find this quaint little diner. I start with a cup of milk then work my way up to more solid foods. But nothing greasy. Morning sickness was one thing, but food sickness was another. Amazingly I got through breakfast with just a minor upset stomach. Next on the agenda, find a library or a book shop. I'm not familiar with this place so I have to ask a few people directions. I eventually find it, and I stay in there for hours just reading. Then, it's lunch time. A salad? Yeah. I head over to Tony's Pizzeria. I've heard it's the bomb. By the time I finish, I'm a believer. Next, instead of going some where particular I just walk. Seeing the busy people, and their busy lives it's kind of funny. Orlando differs from New York. Here everything is go, go, go, and make your dollar. People arguing over who saw that pair of shoes first. Kids with charge cards is what cracks me up.

I think that getting a second job wouldn't hurt. Because you can't always depend on babysitting, because babies are babies forever. I look around at the help wanted sign, but most are bars, and I don't want to help in that way. Maybe I could be a secretary, or that person who opens doors for people that are 'too good' to open themselves for themselves. I crack up at the thought. Maybe working in the food business wouldn't be bad, I mean, once I get so far along I'll be needing food constantly. I should give myself a pat on the back for that, I'm a genius. So, that's what I spend the next 2 hours walking around looking for some sign of hope. I look up from the map and see a little diner.

"Hope and Xavier's Diner. Haha." I say to myself. How ironic. Well, I ask for it, and now it's here. I go into the 50's style restaurant, and am greeted by a waitress on skates.

"How may I help you, Little Lady." Says a nice motherly looking women. I look at her name tag, and it says 'Hope'. I laugh to myself once again.

"Hi, I'm Dianna. I was wondering if you need help. Like, maybe you could give me a job."

"Hi, Dianna. I'm Hope. And one more thing, how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Fourteen! Shouldn't you and some boy be going to the mall, and spending all of daddy's money?"

"Yes, but frankly, I'm more mature than that. And I really need the money. See, we've got it kind of rough. And anything we can do to get money, we do. But there are limits." I say. She doesn't have to know that the 'we' part refers to my baby.

"What kind of hours do you run?"

"Well, I'm a part time baby sitter, but I can still work. Anytime and any day."

"What do your parents think about this?"

"They don't care." I shrug, because they don't. She ponders for a minute.

"Come back tomorrow with a note signed by your parents saying that they clear this." Hope nods her head.

"Thanks." I say, and leave. Maybe I can get Ms. Enhart to help me. She can sign. I don't think she'll care.

Right now, I'm loving life. The sunshine feels great on my tan skin, and my dark curly hair is bouncy. That adds swag to any walk. I don't have curfew, so I can stay out as late as I want. Sounds immature, I know, but what do you expect? I'm fourteen for heaven's sake!

"You know what occurred to me just now? I don't know what I'm going to call you. For now, I think Angel Baby will be good, but I've got to think about names." I rub my stomach. Yes, now, you couldn't tell I'm pregnant, but in the next few months it'll be hard to hide. But, I don't want to hide my baby. I'm going to be so proud of him or her. I might even buy a billboard. This gets me thinking that I need find a doctor's office. Soon, I'm going to have to have a sonogram. I'll check into the local doctors and see.

I stroke my stomach as I walk home. Maybe I can call Ms. Enhart and she can sign that paper, and I can forget about George and his absolutely beautiful smile and that perfect blonde hair, and can't forget those emerald eyes. It sends a shiver up my spine. I kind of lose myself in my thoughts, I walk into a girl, and nearly knock her over. She looks about my age.

"I'm terribly sorry." I say and grab her arm to support her.

"It's fine. Lots of people don't see me." She whispers.

"Why's that?"

"Well, I'm no Rachel."

"Who's that?"

"What? Are you from Antarctica? Rachel Benson. She's the most beautiful and talented girl in New York. She does charity shows, but if you ask her any of their names, she wouldn't know a single one." The girl scoffs.

"Actually I'm from Florida, and I'm Dianna." I hold my hand out.

"Sorry. I'm Emily Oliver. And I could tell you're from the South. You and that cute little accent." She giggles. We hit it off real well. I like this girl a lot.

"So is there a way for me to get in contact with you?" She asks peppily.

"Yeah. Here's my number." We exchange numbers then I have to get home, and eat. It's been hours since lunch.

"This has been a good day for us. We've got a potential job. Made a new friend. And had a great day. We should do this again tomorrow. Sounds good to me." I smile, and grab my toothbrush. I want food, but it's so late that I don't want to go back out. So I have to be happy with a banana. Yuck. I lay in bed, and drift to sleep as I watch the ceiling.

(Sorry for any confusion. George did have a girlfriend. He lied to Dianna because he's a teenage boy, and saw a pretty girl who asked if he had a girlfriend. Of course he said no. Again I'm sorry for any confusion.) ^_^ Kiss. Kiss.