falling for alona

30 ... graduation

falling
for alona
30

alona

Caps were tossed in the air, cheers and laughter surrounded me. I sat there in my seat, watching it all, taking it all in. This was it. No more classes, no more schedules, no more high school. It felt unreal but I did it. Pregnant and all, I still graduated.

I smirked at my diploma, the voices from people telling me they would never let me pass my classes because of my situation. Half of those people aren't even in this crowd reaching to pick up their caps from the ground with dignity like everyone else. They were inside the building, watching from behind glass.

Taking my half-empty water bottle that my mom instructed me to have beside me at all times, I took a sip to those people just because I proved them wrong.

Eh, as dramatic as all of that sounded, I was proud of myself today. I did what had to be done with no help.

After the ceremony ended, there was an after-party at the gallery ballroom downtown which is where everyone was starting to head as soon as everything ended.

"I don't think I've never been more proud," My mom pulled me gently into her arms. I could tell she was crying and I smiled softly, happy that she was so supportive of me and my decisions no matter what.

Even if they were the stupidest.

"Now my baby is... is having a baby. That's..." she tried her hardest to cover her sobs. I grab her hand and smile sadly. "I'm sorry I grew up to fast ma. This is my mess."

"Doesn't matter. What happened, happened and there's no changing it. But I still want to know who this boy is. School is over, he's gonna go away soon maybe." I pressed my lips. This question... I hated it.

I never looked forward to it.

"He goes to a different school, Ma. It's far away from her and we only met once at a party. He... knows but he disappeared, haven't seen him since I told him..."

Lying to her about this didn't feel right but it was better than the truth. I couldn't bear telling my parents that the father of my unborn baby is my former English teacher.

Mom already supported me, I didn't want to lose that support. It's what's keeping me strong and going.

"And you didn't try to track him down? His family?"

I smiled sadly at the look in her eyes and grab her hands. "I don't want to ruin his life, Ma. He has his own life to live and I don't want to be the one to mess it up. I'm sorry but I'd still like to keep his identity secret." She sighed deeply and nodded, touching my stomach.

As annoying as a lot of woman make it seem, I love having my stomach touched. It was nice and I liked to think that with each touch, rub and kiss, someway the baby knew they were loved by so many.

"It's okay. Men walk out all the time, it's in their nature. But, I just want you and YOU..." She glanced at my stomach and smiled. "To know that you're loved."

"We know Ma. The kick confirmed it."

We laughed as Eli came by, grabbing my attention by pulling at my hand. I excused myself from my mom and allowed Eli to pull me away at my own pace.