When The Truth Comes Out

Crying on the Job

 Hey guys sorry I haven't updated lately i've been really really busy with finals and Christmas shopping. I was trying to think of something to add to the story, ya' know an important chapter but nothing came to mind. So this is just a filler, but I think the end is actually kind of cute!

Well anyway I'll leave you to your reading!

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Chapter 7

     Despite the fact that my bag was heavy I insisted on taking it down the stairs. Monday had come quicker, and my nausea came more frequently. Since Cameron was in for the next two weeks he Pleaded on taking me to school for the rest of this week. So when I packed my school books into my bag and lifted it up, Cameron snatched it from my hands.

"No, Sis, really I got it. Just go get your coat." I huffed out a breath of swirling air, dramatically. 

"Cam, I'm not immobile! My legs and arms work perfectly fine." I teased in a slight serious manner.

"Macey, you are carrying a baby. You can't lift heavy things like you used to," he held up my book bag and shook it like it was evidence. I rolled my eyes and tried grabbing my bag. 

"Yeah but you can't even tell I'm pregnant, and it's not heavy. So give me my bag," I demanded.

"No!"

"Give me my bag," I reached out again.

"No."

"Give me my bag or I will pour bleach in your shampoo!"

"So S'ain't happnen," he slurred in his best Mafia voice. I laughed. Finally giving in.

"Fine carry it, I'm done!" I threw my hands up in defeat. I was to tired to argue anyways.   I slipped my Hewington sweatshirt on and grabbed my chap-stick from my desk. Today was going to be long and boring. I was ill-prepared for the day. What happens when gym class starts and I have a sudden wave of oh-my-god-I-have-to-puke? I shoved my loose hair behind my ears and walked out of my bedroom as did Cameron.

"Oh and sis?" I looked up with my usual vacant stare, he had a worried expression on his face. 

"Yeah?" I answered. 

"Just to let you know now, you kind of are showing," he bolted down the stairs.

     I stood their dumbfounded. I looked down at my pudgy stomach. He was right how am I going to hide something so obvious? I had always been stick skinny, there was no way someone wasn't going to notice. What if my parents had already seen a difference in my stomach? I was to afraid to go down stairs, my mouth went completely dry. I had a feeling- oh crap. I rushed for my room until I reached my bathroom I slammed the door behind me. Bending to my knees I pushed the toilet seat up. This was all to much, why hasn't he told me I was showing before? 

   I dry heaved over the toilet, and trust me there is nothing worse than that. I stood back up and washed the stale taste out of my mouth. I walked past the threshold of my bedroom and froze, was I really ready to go? I would probably be better off climbing out my window so I could leave unnoticed. But I would risk hurting my baby, being up so high. I mean just because I don't want the baby doesn't mean I'm going to put it in harm’s way. 

     I stood in my doorway for what felt like an hour, until I heard my name being yelled from downstairs. 

"Coming!" I hollered back. 

     I took a deep breath in and took one measly step forward. Oh come on you scaredy cat! It's not like anyone knows other than Cameron. GO TO SCHOOL!