Baby Girls

Dead serious.

The pic on the side is Emma's adorable dress.

Listening to sad songs seems to be a new thing for me, because that's all I do. I sit in Bradley and I's room and listen to sad songs. I watch sad movies and cry.

Today is the last day of school and I put on waterproof makeup because I'm going to cry.

I have on beige flats today, matching panties, and a matching pushup bra. I have on a white short sleeve dress with a peacock feather design on it, and a brown belt around my waist.

Bradley walks in the house from dropping the girls off.

"Ready?" he asks.

My shoulders droop and I nod glumly. He holds the door open, and we head to the car.

It's raining today, which is perfect for my mood.

We head off, and as I'm digging through my purse for my keys to my room, just to make sure I didn't forget them, the car slowly stops. I look up. We aren't at a light and traffic is backed up.

I look at Bradley.

"Why aren't you driving? People are-"

In answers, he points at something. I lean closer, close enough to couch him, but I'm careful not to.

The check engine light is on.

"So...?" I trail off.

"We're broke down." He says. "I'll push." Drive it in the ditch over there and we'll have to call in." he says.

"We can't call in!" I gasp. "I need to be there to say goodbye to everyone!"

He sighs. "Well e could get a ticket." He says.

"There's no sign that says we can't park." I huff.

"Let's just push it in the ditch and I'll go knock on a door and see if we can park in someones driveway, and then we'll walk." He says.

I nod, and he gets out in the pouring rain. I steer the car to the ditch and he jogs over to a house and knocks on the door. An elderly women answers, and he explains, pointing to the car. She nods, and Bradley jogs back over to me.

After a few moments of not moving, Bradley comes and opens the passenger door.

"I can't push it out of this hill alone. Can you help me, and then steer it into the driveway?" he asks.

Sighing, I nod and get out and join him in the pouring rain.

I push with him and together, we get the car out of the ditch.

I go to steer, and I realize that my phone is in the pocket of my dress, sopping wet.

With one hand on the wheel, I pull out my phone.

Destroyed.

I let out a string of curse words as I steer the car to the driveway and put it in park. We get out and I grab my keys but leave my purse.

Locking the car, we start to walk the mile to school, in the pouring rain.

We're fifteen minutes late.

"Is my dress see through?" I ask Bradley when we get in the office. He checks the back and the front.

"No." he says.

"Your shirt is." I say. He shrugs.

"Your makeup is running a bit." He says.

Shrugging, we both jog upstairs, and I walk in the classroom, drenched and shivering. I take off my shoes, and Dad is watching my class.