I picked at my food from the cafeteria, my eyes red from crying as Gina took a seat next to me with her tray, Gordy taking a seat next to Gina. she could tell something was off about me.
"Angela? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Gina asked concerned as Gordy pushed his glasses up.
"I know high school's stressful, but if you need to talk, we're here, Angela!" I just sighed.
"It has nothing to do with high school stress." I said, wiping my tears.
"Then what's wrong?" Gina asked, I sniffled.
"Johnny dumped me." I said as they gasped.
"But you two showed so much PDA! Why would he dump you?" Gina asked shocked.
"Because..." but before I could finish the sound of a fork tapping a glass echoed the room as everyone stopped to look at Nanette.
"Attention everyone! I have une annonce! Which is French for an announcement!" Everyone stared at Nanette in anticipation as I tried to sink under the table; knowing what was going to happen next.
"Angela Anaconda is pregnant!" she exclaimed as I groaned at all of the gasps and whispers.
"Is that true, Angela?" Gordy asked as I felt hot tears slide down my cheeks.
"It is." I whispered.
"But...why didn't you tell me?" Gina asked, "I'm your best friend!"
"Well, I told Johnny who is the father and he ended up telling that bitch! I was about to tell you! I swear!"
"So what are you going to do?" Gordy asked as I placed my hand on my cheek.
"I'm going to abort it..." I said, picking my food.
"Don't do that, Angela!" I heard a voice say from behind me as we turned our attention to Josephine.
"Josephine Praline?" I asked, "What do you mean?"
"Your baby is a blessing!" Josephine exclaimed, "A precious gift!"
"But how am I going to raise a baby on my own?" I asked as Josephine placed her hands together.
"You're not alone, Angela! You have your friends, you have your family! Just give it some thought...Okay?" and with that she left the table. I sighed, placing my hand on my flat belly.
"What are you thinking, Angela?" Gina asked.
"I don't know." I squeaked, pushing my tray forward I began to cry on the table.
Later that night, I sat at the dinner table as my dad filled our plates with tuna noodle casserole. Something I hated but yet…it was something I wanted, probably because of the baby. Mark and Derek were still living with us going to the community college and Lulu was sitting patiently waiting for her food.
I began to take big bites of my food as my brothers began laughing.
"Keep eating like that, you'll grow fat!" Mark exclaimed.
"Yeah, and that Abatti kid will dump you because you're a pig!" I began to tear before bawling loudly.
"Mark! Derek! We're going to have a nice family dinner!" My dad exclaimed.
"That doesn't mean to torment your sister until she cries!" Mom finished; I suddenly felt sick and ran out of my seat to the kitchen sink upchucking what I had ate while still sobbing. My parents gave a look of concern as I took my seat back at the dinner table.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" mom asked as I rested my cheek on my hand, picking at my food.
"Yes…no…I don't know." I sighed depressed, mom and dad glared at my brothers.
"Sorry Angela!" Mark exclaimed.
"That Abatti kid's not going to dump you because you eat like a pig!" Derek finished, I felt hurt, if only they knew what I was going through...I pushed my plate back and began to sob on the table.
"Oh dude…" Derek began, "I think she DID get dumped." I sighed.
"He did dump me…" I sobbed, wiping my tears with the back of my hands.
"You don't have to get upset over it." Mark said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, you could probably find another boyfriend!" Derek said, I was so pissed! They really had it coming, I slapped my hands on the table and stood up, pointing my finger at them.
"YOU'D be upset if your boyfriend dumped you after you told him you were pregnant!" I yelled before covering my mouth, the sound of dishes clanking as everyone stared at me as though I was some freak show.
"Whoa!" my brothers said in union.
"Angela Anaconda!" dad said in a furious voice, I shivered, whenever my name and Anaconda were used by my parents, it meant I was in deep shit.
"WHAT were you thinking?" Mom asked I began to tear.
"I…I don't know! I'm stupid, okay?!"
"Did it feel good?" Mark asked as my parents gazed at him.
"I was just asking!" he rose his hands in defense.
"Mark! We are NOT going to talk about your sister's sex life!" dad yelled.
"Why not?" Derek began, "I mean, it's obvious she DID it!"
"Yeah, how else would she be in this situation?" Mark asked; I just groaned, me and my big mouth. I felt the tears flowing.
"For your information, Mark! It was good! It was damn good!" I slapped my hands on the table before walking towards the door.
"Young lady! We're not finished with you!" Dad yelled, I continued stomping, turning my head I yelled out.
"Well I am!" I ran upstairs slamming the door to my bed, flopping on my bed I began to cry in my pillow.
"Why did he leave me when I need him?" I asked in between sobs, "Why did he go off with that fake bitch?" I gave a punch to my pillow before flopping on my back. My door opened as my parents walked in.
"So much for knocking." I mumbled.
"Next time your father says he's not finished YOU don't walk away!"
"Okay! Okay! Geez!"
"And secondly if we did knock that would give you time to get dressed and hide him!" dad exclaimed.
"For YOUR information, dad! We never ONCE did it in this house!" I glared at them.
"And since he dumped me, and I'm pregnant what else kind of trouble can I get into?"
"She has a point, dear." Mom whispered to dad as I rolled my eyes.
"And since you need to know EVERY thing about my sex life. Johnny and I did it in his room, the tree house in the back yard when you all weren't around, and we did it in the janitor's closet at school after hours!" I could tell I had reached dad's boiling point, because his face was red in a way that said do not trespass.
"YOU are almost fourteen years old! You shouldn't be sexually active!" dad yelled, I just rolled my eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at us missy!" mom said.
"Well what should I do? Listen to you two bitch at me while I'M going through this?!"
"Watch your mouth!" dad exclaimed.
"Then get out!" I yelled, mom stepped in more.
"Not until we figure out what to do…" I began to tear, what should I do? Josephine's words rang through my head, I wanted to keep it...
"I want to keep it..." I blurted out, placing my hands on my abdomen.
"Are you sure, Angela?" Mom asked as I nodded.
"But I want HIM to have nothing to do with MY baby!"
"Give it some more thought, Angel wings." dad sighed as my parents left me alone in my room.