Reapers' Daughter

2: The Belly

"I hate this!" I yelled.

"Well," Kenny stifle a laughed. I glared. "I'm sorry, just you belly huge."

I'm in my fourth month, and my belly is growing. I'm getting fat. And I hate it. I want this baby out. Not of my clothes fit well. So my mother bought me paternity clothes. Can't wait until winter break. Then I'll stay locked up in my room all month. At school, people whisper and stare. They are trying figure out how I got pregnant and who the father is. Jokes on them, no one in the school is the father. Nor from other schools and none from this town. I could be call virgin Mary. But the fact that I'm not a virgin, it only leaves the Mary part.

"There we go," Kenny smiled. "They look cute on you." November better hurry up and be gone. I want December to arrive. No, cross that. I want April to come. April is when I'm due. Hopefully, I'm due in March instead of April. Will be so much better if time goes by fast.

"Don't stress too much, not good for the baby," Kenny said. "So just breathe in and out." I did what he told me. And it kind of help. "Now let's go." I follow him out and to his car. School, how I hate you. Lately, I been moody. And I crave the strangest foods. Such as sushi. I despise sushi, yet I ate it and raisins, and muffins with raisins, ice cream with raisins, Raisin cereals. Also, I ate, mustard with a hot dog, pickles with peanut butter, broccoli, spinach, I even ate a freaking meatloaf. All the things I hate, this baby likes. Except for the hot dogs and ice cream. I love them, but the toppings yuck. Like really pickles with peanut butter. I prefer peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This baby is going to be a strange eater.

"Here we are," Kenny went around the car and helped me out.

As soon as I entered, everyone stared, I hated this, why can't they mind their own business.

"What cat got your tongue?" Kenny said. "Mind your own business and keep on chatting, you bunch of noisy birds."

Again the halls were filled with chatter. Which I like well when I hear my name in the conversation, I ignore them.

"Wow, your fat," I slammed more forehand against my locker. I don't want to deal with Kendra. But she got me.

"And you're a twig," I said.

"Better watch your mouth," she said. "At least I ain't pregnant during high school."

"At least I don't have a skinny butt like yours," I said. "See, this is a booty." Kenny laughed.

"Right, that is a booty," Kenny said. "Ain't like your boney butt all this right here is all meat," Kenny said patting my butt.

I think he said that a little too loud because students around snicker and chuckled. Some gasp. Others just laughed.

"You little-," before she could even do anything to me. The bell rang, and she walked off.

"See you later, Kendra" Kenny yelled. That was Kendra Cull; she's the captain of the cheerleader squad. And the most popular girl in school. At least that what she thinks. And some are dumb enough to follow her around, like little puppies. "Come on."

We went into class. Classes where slow and tedious. Me thinking school was boring, never. But I blame it on the pregnancy. It has me moody. When it was time for lunch, I was starving. Aside from getting food, I bought a few other things. This baby will be fat.

"So when you going to find out the gender?" Kenny asked.

"Hopefully this weekend," I said. "That way I'll have everything ready."

"Don't forget to call me; I want to come to," I nodded.

"Hey, may I sit with you both?" I looked up at the boy. Was he new? I have never seen him around before.